The harsh mid-day sun had been pounding his sweaty skin for some time now, and Apollo began wondering if this supply run was actually that good of an idea. Besides a couple rolls of duct tape and a handful of batteries that were probably drained anyways, his backpack was rattling with mostly empty space. Hermes was one step ahead of him, swinging the door of the small house they were searching wide open, allowing the blinding light to flood it. Apollo followed shortly, shading his eyes with his right hand as he tried to map out any eventual threats. Hermes on the other hand didn't seem to care. He rushed out in the street like there was no tomorrow, his head spinning around in search for their next house to sack.

"Look at that one bro," Hermes yelled out a bit too loud for Apollo's liking. His sight trailed along the empty street that Hermes pointed out, ever so enthusiastic. A few rundown houses, if they could be called that, missing doors and broken windows adorning each and every one of them. As his sight reached the end of the street though, Apollo realized what Hermes was pointing at: a one-room shop at the ground floor of a two-story house. An actual house, with intact doors and windows, and sturdy walls. And judging by the closed metal shutters picking up rust, Apollo thought they actually had a chance to find a treasure trove.

"Sure, let's go check it out," Apollo replied after a few moments, as his eyes were growing used to the blinding light.

They started making their way down the street, calmly strutting down it's length as they made small talk.

"What do you think we'll find?" Hermes asked, his right hand trailing through his hair and down the back of his neck. Thoughts of a fresh cup of coffee, and maybe even a few cans of beans, started rushing through his mind and ravaging his growling stomach.

"A whole bunch of nothing, most likely..." Apollo responded. His lack of enthusiasm really bothered his brother. He on the other hand couldn't care less. After all, your hopes can't be crushed if you have none.

"Dude, don't jinx it! We'll find so many goodies we'll need to make five trips back to the tower!"

"Oh, bro..." Apollo let out a mumble. A quiet growl caught his attention, and he quickly reached for his hatchet as he turned around. At the sight of a poor zombie impaled on a heap of metal spikes though, he relaxed. His hand slowly let go of the hatchet's handle as he turned around to face his brother once again.

By the time they reached the front of the shop, Hermes was preaching about a cold beer as if it was his religion. He knew that the bitter-sweet sensation of a cold Heineken running down his throat was a pipe dream at best at this point, but he wanted to believe. After all, dreams were for free.

Hermes was brought back to Harran from beer-dream land when Apollo tried his luck with lifting the shutter. It cried out loud, with rusty metallic squeaks.

"Locked from the inside," Apollo deduced as he straightened his back. Hermes was not so convinced. He pushed his brother aside, a prideful grin growing on his lips.

"Let a real pro handle it, ma'am." He pushed his fingers beneath the shutter, and pulled, and pushed, and then pulled again. Damn thing wouldn't budge.

'Come on, Hermes. Put your back into it,' he thought, grabbing the stubborn shutter for a final try. He arched his back and pulled upwards with all his might. His sweaty palm slipped, and in that particular moment, he began considering the fact that Apollo might be right. By the time he fell back on his ass, he was sure of it.

"A real pro," Apollo teased as he backed up from the building, looking for another way in. Still down on the ground, Hermes' face was turning sulky.

"Good news, I found a way in," Apollo said as he turned around. "Bad news, it's a 7 feet jump to the balcony from the neighboring roof. You just stay here," he continued after he took a few steps. "I'll make the jump and open the shutter from the inside.

"Sounds good to me," Hermes replied as he finally got up on his feet. He began dusting his jeans, all the while watching Apollo's awkward attempt at scaling a rickety house.

Apollo jumped up a few times, grabbing the ledge of the roof and slipping back down. Seeing how this got him nowhere, he backed away a few steps. Wall running wasn't down his alley, like 90% of free running, but he had to try it sooner or later. He took off towards the wall, jumping in the air as he reached it. His right foot made contact, and to is surprise, his momentum actually enabled him to push himself up the wall. When his left foot met the wall however, he found himself going down again. He stretched his arms forward and slammed into the edge of the roof with his chest, trying for dear life to latch on. When he saw he wasn't slipping back down the wall, he pushed himself up with his hands until he could snuggle a foot beneath himself as well. And just like that, he'd made it. Easy peasy. Now up on the roof, he turned his head to face Hermes, who seemed a bit too amused at his failed attempts.

"You could've helped, you know?"

"You didn't ask," Hermes replied as he turned around, walking towards the house, hoping to hide in the shadow. The sun was finally getting on his nerves, and he decided he'd have none of it.

"Whatever," Apollo mumbled, waving a hand towards his brother and his lazy ass. He looked at the balcony, feeling a slither of doubt creeping into his stubborn head. He pushed it aside and took a few steps back, then charged for the roof's edge with all his might. Five steps later, he soared through the air. Destination: balcony.