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He began to pace atop the wall. He needed something to do, anything. All of his meticulous work around the city and on the wall could only keep him so busy before everything was as good and clean as he could possibly make it. He stopped in his pacing. Tank's girl, who Marcus considered tanks daughter though actually his niece, had a little accident earlier that morning with the wires leading up the wall. He'd have to check on them and do little adjustments so that another accident wouldn't happen again. Not that he anticipated the dead coming back to the city like before, but in the event of an attack, he couldn't afford to let warriors, metas, or other blessed ones get injured because he didn't work on the upkeep of the grapple lines. 

He began working on the first one, twisting his metal arm to join with the edge of the wall while his other hand worked on tweaking the line, ensuring that nothing was wrong with it. Once he was done with the checkup, he scaled down the wall and checked the bottom of the line, then repeating with each of the other lines on the wall.