[center][h1][color=7E1B1B]Marcus Williams[/color][/h1]
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[center][color=7E1B1B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Markada, Northeastern Syria
[color=7E1B1B][b]Interacting With:[/b][/color] Tara, Shakeel [@AbandonedIntel][/center]

Hearing Tara's voice call to him from elsewhere in the building, Marcus doubled back to find her, carefully moving into the room as he saw Shakeel on the ground, speaking to Tara. For the time being, he remained quiet, but kept his weapon trained on Shakeel, listening as he spoke to Tara. He wasn't fluent in Arabic but he  did understand enough as the two spoke. When they were finished, Marcus moved closer, weapon still trained on Shakeel as he glanced over to Tara.

[color=7E1B1B][b]"It could be useful to take him alive, he might have some information, but... I'll let you decide what to do with him."[/b][/color] Marcus explained to her with a nod, trying to keep his own thoughts out of it as much as he could. Marcus wanted to interfere with the YPG as much as possible, they would make their own decisions, it was their war after all, the way Marcus saw it, his own decisions in a situation like this didn't matter too much. Though, even he felt a more primal desire that Tara would decide on Shakeel's death, if he wasn't killed here he'd probably find some way to hurt someone else before he went down.

But he was unsure what decision Tara would make, it was no secret she and the other Kurds clearly despised the man, Marcus had seen his picture before, knew the YPG had been targeting him for some time. It hadn't just been them either, Marcus had been briefed on Shakeel, knew that the Coalition had him in their sights as well, both sides would be satisfied today, either way this went.