Markus raised an eye brow as Flint denied him an answer. "Of course that's confidential..." As he was ordered to follow, Markus complied. There was no reason to resist which led him to wonder why these guards were so heavily armed. "We're not in danger are we?" He asked only to receive the same answer. "Well that's comforting..." All the corridors, rooms, and hallways they passed through seemed to mimic eachother as the gained access through each door. Some hallways were more populated then others, filled with workers rushing off to unknown places. In the distance, the echoes of intercom orders called out over the hum of conversing personnel. "Wow...are we almost there?" To his dismay, not even the simplest questions received a different answer, as he was continually presented with the same sentence 'That is confidential Information.' Markus sighed. "Should I just give up asking you questions? Wait lemme guess...that is confidential Information." He said in a mocking tone as they arrived at C-17.