"Up? If you recall, we're trying to escape. Alive." Snart questioned and hesitated just long enough to look over to the man he was carrying. He sighed and turned sharply, heading back up. "If you're wrong about this, we're as good as dead." He reminded. Going up was a little harder than down, but he still made decent time, leaning around a corner warily.

"Where to?" His eyes swept the hall, spotting the armory. He fidgeted momentarily. "Hold that thought." Snart slipped out from under Daredevil's, settling him to the ground and tried the handle. Locked, of course. Good thing he's a thief. Cold slipped the lock pick kit out of his pocket and in seconds, had the door open. He retrieved Matt and slipped into the armory with him.