[h1]Benjamin Lloyd: Brewing Storm[/h1]

"Gotta make a joke about everything, don't you." Ben asked rhetorically, taking back Lawnslot and flipping it once or twice in his hand before bringing it back to a normal ready position. The whole team was prepped and over the obstacle. He'd need to find where to deactivate the security feature, if they found any survivors up here. They wouldn't be willing to get tossed down a third of the staircase, at least not as willing as the rest of his team. Finding survivors was the priority, though. And making sure they didn't get added to the list of casualties. "Thanks for not dropping me, by the way."

"Amy, hear anything?"