[center][h1][color=7E1B1B]Marcus Williams[/color][/h1]
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[center][color=7E1B1B][b]Location:[/b][/color] Markada, Northeastern Syria -> Undisclosed Location 
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The flames and the smoke continued to plume up into the night sky from the wreckage, the carnage was clear to see as they got there. Both of the French soldiers were dead, scattered away from the vehicle and essentially mutilated by the shrapnel. One of the Americans, the driver, was half sticking out the front windshield, eyes wide as blood dripped from his mouth. 

But Marcus and the other American were not there. A trail of blood led away from the Humvee. The other SEAL had dragged Marcus some of the way, but at the end of the trail he lay dead and alone. Marcus had been found by another group of spec ops who had been watching him, and he was on his way elsewhere.

Hours later he was in a cryogenics tube, frozen and under the examination of scientists and doctors, a team who would be working on him for the next few years, turning Marcus Williams into the Iron Hand.