[b]12 July, 1951
0200 hours
Operation: Morningstar - York Base[/b]

Markus frowned in the gloom of the room's corners, the AUG leaning against the wall beside him, his Browning 9MM hanging loosely from his fingers, his other hand slowly cleaning the weapon down as he listened idly to the conversations in the room at large, knowing exactly where the topic was going. His golden eyes seemed fixed on his sidearm, but they were, in fact, watching the door closely.

A small smile toyed his lips as they complained about how dire their situation was, his eyes leaving the door just long enough for Frankie and James to appear, glad that his dark uniform allowed him to remain slightly obscured in the shadows. His attention was instantly drawn when Frankie spoke, just about to open his mouth to respond to the room's other occupants when she did, blinking slowly and looking over as James then proceeded to speak. It was then, that Markus' lips moved in earnest

"Yes, we may be getting the visions, and I'll be the first to admit they're getting clearer and more frequent, but do you really believe that the untainted are gonna believe that shite about it being because we're getting closer to our target? Come on Hale, I didn't train you to think like that" he spat simply, finally leaning forwards, his craggy face coming into the light, his golden eyes shining slightly.