“I think we’re lost,” the thief muttered, turning his map upside down, then cocking his head the opposite way, as it trying to simply get a new perspective on their location.
“Man, I told you. Your sense of direction is crap,” the gunman replied. He decided at that moment it was time to give up. He shifted a few feet to the side and leaned against a nearby fence, taking a drag from his cigarette.
“Well, I don’t see you coming up with ideas, Jigen,” he replied. Lupin stopped walking, feeling resigned. As he slumped his shoulders, eyes briefly closed for a moment. A bit after, he cracked them open once more, and glanced up. “Oh!”
Before them was the very place they had been looking for. “Would’ja look at that, Jigen! We made it!”