> Zain smirked as he walked over to the flag and looked it over. **"Course I have a plan sweetheart, I always have plan."** He said in his cocky tone. **"As big pains in the asses as they are rich and white boy are kind of smart, that is why we can't really just hope to dig in and hold them off, too many ways for them to draw us out of here or just to sneak past."** He said as he examined the flag closer. **"That is why we change the game a bit."** He said as he picker up the flag and started folding it until it was nice and pocket size. He then set it down on a desk and looked at the two girls he was paired with. He Then reached into his pants and yanked, a tearing sound filling the room. A moment later Zain was holding what use to be his boxers, which were the same shade of red as the flag. He then set to work tearing it further until it was in four pieces, each roughly the same size as their flag. He smirked and looked at the girls. **"You girls get where I'm going with this right?"** He said with a mischievous tone.
"**Yeah. I get where you're going, though it's kind of... unhygienic, I guess it's quite a good plan. But the real flag should be quite raggedy too, to match the ragged boxers,**" Aerith replied, narrowing her eyes at the word 'unhygienic'.