[u][i]James "Marquis" Blackmore[/i][/u]

The codename Marquis... 

He didn't know why he choose it, but hell, maybe he felt a little bit like royalty. While the age of kingdoms and champions may be over, another age had risen. What [i]glorious[/i] new age? The age of Demi-Godhood of course. The H.A.N.D. was proof of that - they had to [i]try[/i] to keep these incredible human beings under control. He was skeptical about how successful they'll be. 

Marquis discarded the cigarette he had in his lips less than a few second into a puddle of water.

Now, monologue aside, the deal was that him and his mentor, Amnesia, were looking to bring down a particular mutant who was causing some trouble. A Bolt criminal (Like that's original) that runs by the name of Mr.... Dick? Marquis smirked. He didn't know what was worse; his crimes or his nickname. Apparently a bouncer for a whorehouse. From the info they got, this guy was quite the bruiser. Ripping through steel...? He'd probably be able to take out any members of the group if they let him get close enough. Marquis figured that he could immobilize him using his cyromancery if they pull the plan off right (I.E this guy doesn't have backup). Amnesia told his plan, and Marquis could get behind it. Go in, stall (He had to wonder for what), and take out the target. But with a side-objective of getting this man's power. Hm, he wondered if this would start becoming common-place. Getting the powers of the strongest so the lab-coats can dissect him ("Him" being Marquis).

Either way, this will get the [i]blood[/i] rushing, eh?

The plan seems perfect... Except for these god forbidden coats (He at least wished they were black) they had to put on for "stealth" purposes. They have to look like they have money, or else Mr. [i]Little[/i] Dick won't even let them in. Problem was that they weren't even well made - hell, they got them from some Irish guy who needed to get his potato fix. Hell, at least he managed to get by with a snazzy hat and a nice shirt underneath them.

Amnesia asked him if he was ready - he is ready as they get. The only minor irritation he had was that he had to work with those other two fools on team. Putting it lightly; they didn't see eye-to-eye. All because Amnesia made him the team's wunderchild. Which was surprising to even him. But the issue came when the rest of Brovo squad decided to handle Marquis's success so childishly. They were rather hostile towards him, but that didn't matter. All that [i]did[/i] matter was that they have a functional team that could keep their personal and professional business completely separated. So, minor [i]grievances[/i] (If he could call them that) aside, they should make a solid team. Sybila should be useful for predicting if anything will happen, and Flo's animal abilities.

"Ready as I'll ever be," Marquis nodded his head. "Now let's get this over with. The faster we get out of these coats, the better." He waited for Amnesia to go in first as the plan said.