Ha. Locks. It's cute. Sure he doesn't have his hud or a weapon but after three minutes holed up in an alcove he managed to remove the cuffs and clip them onto the maglock on his belt before moving in what he hoped to be the direction of the motorpool. The idiots he was shadowing seemed to be the mechanic type. It was still a really long, winding walk and it's hard for him to remember every fucking turn they take as they meander their way like there isn't an alert going off. Either they're keeping it quite (unlikely) or he's not a threat (Insulting but useful).

Obfuscating ineptitude helped him in the past. No reason he can't roll with it now. If only they'd GET WHERE THE FUCK THEY NEEDED TO GO oh fuck this.

He finds a side room. Finds a terminal. And starts poking. A map would be great. Really, REALLY fucking great.