[center][h2][color=brown]Marquis[/color][/h2][/center]
	For all the chaos happening on the edge of the Nexus at this point, Marquis was still in Hyperion performing one of his usual, menial duties:  Sorting through Eos' mail.  As rare as it was, she had actually gotten a package from an Angel, which immediately raised suspicion.  What business did one of those haughty beings have sending a sweater to the leader of the Machina?  He had been considering just tossing the thing, if anything it would slow her processors, but he had a duty.  As stupid as it was...

	He had been running probably the fifth microscopic scan on the piece of clothing when someone new showed up, distracting him from the careful combing for atomic explosives or toxic elements.  Sure they were primitive when it came to technology, but there were quite a few he knew of that were capable of weaving a bomb into a sweater, and the one that sent this thing was one of them.  He looked up and grabbed Bindlebane off the table beside him in a flash as the newcomer spoke, the barrel and stock shortening to the standard length of a revolver just at it reached her nose.  [color=brown]"Drop your weapon and identify yourself!"[/color] His body hadn't necessarily moved, only his head and arm to the side in intimidating swiftness.  How someone like this was able to get this close to the queen already was a mystery...

	Marquis would be having a chat with the guards in Hyperion later.

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