Marcus had remained quiet while the others were talking. Not because he felt shame for being drunk, or even missing the mission. He felt nothing regarding both of those. In his mind it was Fenrir's own fault for not making sure he was there before moving out. He definitely could have figured out where Marcus was. Probably even sniffed him out. The team were talking about the youngest member of the team, the girl. Belle. Marcus had never talked to her, he disliked kids. A shrink would have a field day with that one. Still, he did like how pure and untainted children were. They weren't cynical like the adults.

Adam spoke up. [i]"I know that some of you don't believe that Belle should be, but I was trained to become a hero at an even younger age than Belle. I know it seems crazy to have such a young girl on a team like this, but I will put trust in our leader's decision, and sometimes we have to grow up faster than others" [/i] Marcus scoffed, as he spoke up his boot-clad feet still on the table in front of him, leaning back in his chair. "And look how you turned out." His retort was filled with sarcasm.

"Though, as much as it pains me to say, I'm with meathead over there, and Wolfgang too. Training her is the smartest move. Batman has taught a handful of kids and most of them turned out all right. We keep her out of the field to avoid any 'Tactical mishaps' like the one I'm sure happened during the mission and she should be fine. Discipline would help her control whatever feral side she has." Marcus ended his sentiment with a scoff.

"6 A.M you said training was, right?" Mark confirmed, putting his feet down on the ground and standing up, walking out of the meeting room and heading towards his quarters. He had a bottle of Jack Daniels waiting for him. "Anyone care to join me for a drink? You sorry lot sure look like you could use one."