#black ops.

                   “ Last I checked, Hughes, this was nothin’                       like a slumber party. Not like any one I’ve                       ever been to. ”

         WHILE THE topic at hand was more lighthearted, Jean tried to formulate some kind of strategy to get out. If they hadn’t ran out of bullets, he would’ve suggested shooting the hinges off the door, or around the lock. Unfortunately, as luck would’ve had it, they had only a few left and they couldn’t afford to be wasted on a door.

                   “ Maybe  if  you  use your head,  you  could                       break the lock in. Might be thick enough– ”

         “ha HA -- very funny, jean.” maes grumbles. “maybe you should try YOUR head -- doubt there’s anything there to hurt.” he huffs, pressing his back against the wall, trying to keep as much distance as he can. he cannot believe their luck. one minute, they’re hiding for safety during the mission, and the next a loud CLICK. eventually, they’re going to have to blow cover and break the door. . . if they can manage it.