[b]Marcus Mustang[/b]


[i]Am I strolling into deaths jaws?[/i]

That was all Marcus could think about as strolled up to the Haven Airport. His heart was beating uncomfortably, he felt slightly uncomfortable being out side. He new that the aliens were gone, and that this area was a green zone, clear of any Husks. But he couldn't help it, he unfortunately, was already used to hiding. Although Marcus did a good job of putting on a straight face, he was terrified.

[i]Why I here?[/i]
Marcus sighed. He was here to join the "task force". A message was sent to everyone, they were told that they could volunteer. Unfortunately, he jumped on the opportunity to be famous. He could be the engineer that constructed the first alien inspired ship or building. Marcus knew that would not be the case, he would probably contribute nothing to the group.

[i]They accepted you, your special![/i]
"Shut up, they called for "volunteers", for all we know, murders would be leading this task force." He mumbled to himself. Marcus mentally slapped himself. "Why an I talking to my self?" Marcus sighed as he opened the airport door and took a seat not to far from the front entrance. Marcus was a bit self conscious about his clothing, he was wearing a dirty white Polo shirt with blue jeans and black sneakers. Some people were dressed in suits.

[i]Why? What am I doing here?[/i]

Was the only thing on his mind at the moment.