"Well, I admire your certainty, and...thank you.  I'm glad I don't have to do this alone."<em>Not again.</em>He falls in to keep pace with his more athletic compatriot, two steps behind, two steps to his left.  He pulls out the baton and slides it into his pocket, never taking his hand off the grip.  Once inside, he heads straight for 2-B, figuring 3-D can wait until later, until they see if there's anything fresh going on.