[i]"All marines look the same to me. And the door is... Looked like an exit but now knowing where we are... I have no clue."[/i] [b]Damien fumbles around his pockets for a moment, trying to find something... Until he pulls out a large carbon slate. He marks something down on it and pockets away.[/b] [i]"On the bright side... We won't make the mistake again."[/i]