[hr][centre][color=Aqua][h2]Marcus Nickleson[/h2][/color][/centre][hr]

[color=silver]	He felt his trousers buzz whilst being lost in a particular individual's appearance, before realising it was his phone. It was buzzing due to the familiar indication that a new message was sent. Sliding the phone's activation through a series of pin-codes, the smartphone was soon on and ready to read some casual phone-company's message telling him of some new deal. Instead, he was faced with something completely different. It was a number without a name, but with a clear indication of who it was sent by...

	[i]'Good job, Marcus; we're coming early to capture and contain these freaks.'[/i] His eyes widened. This was not part of the deal, or was it? He wasn't even sure what the full objective of this mission was, yet he was still committing towards its goals. He looked around, a drip of sweat beginning to form on his brow. This wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to learn more...He wasn't sure if it was him wanting to protect these lot, or if it was to be more useful for the government. Either way...This wasn't something that was going to be let off easily.

	Marcus furiously, and in panic, slammed words down into the messenger. It was exclaiming to hold the teams, to hold everything and allow him to have more time in learning what could and could not be discovered. Ruining it now would clearly hinder his performance. He was half-way through typing the last sentence when suddenly...An explosion shattered the wall. Marcus stumbled backwards, away from the blast as splinters of wood flew into his thigh like shrapnel from a grenade. It wasn't lethal, just irritating and painful. He stumbled out the door, away from the madness as one body dropped downwards. Shock-Rounds...They were designed to stun and allow them to collect. This was indefinitely not what he wanted or planned. He heard shouts from within as he entered, calling in panic and confusion.[/color]

[color=Red][b]"Stay inside the mist! It'll protect us from the Snipers!"[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Marcus had never reacted faster to anything in his life, as he instantly dove past them all. A quick thrust of concentration came into his mind as a round zipped past him, slamming into the younger male behind him. Before he had a time to react, his body tensed as a burst of stone and thick, dense rock shot up in front of him, blocking the line of sight slightly....But...He hadn't cast the spell properly, and the wall was not nearly as thick as he had once done before...[/color]

[color=Aqua][b]"F-Fuck...A Mist...Won't...Do shit against...Guns...This will...For a bit."[/b][/color] [color=Silver]Marcus panted, and wheezed heavily, as he took a knee downwards beside his creation of the wave. Chisels of shots being fired against it could be heard as the wall could not prevent rounds fully. It was only a matter of time before it would be broken and they'd have to fall back. The wall had taken up a lot of space within the room, but it helped. Unfortunately, he wasn't quick enough to save the already hit kid. Marcus was in-fact furious at the sudden change in plan. It was supposed to go differently.

	As small holes began to chisel through the rock wall, the Portal behind him began to develop. He had just accidentally acted in favour of these people...Or was it accidental. Either way, it was only useful for a short time, as more and more holes were made in the stone wall as if it were demoralising against their firepower. Through one of the holes, Marcus could make out legs. His eyes flashed between Gavin, and Eric, before he made a very drastic, and quite stupid decision.

	Drawing the Glock 17 from his in-coat holster, he poked the handgun underneath the hole and pulled the trigger. A bang echoed throughout the room amongst the other shots, as a painful grunt was heard faintly amongst the noise. A bullet slammed into the leg of the spotted target, though not anywhere vital. As the body stumbled backwards, he used his free hand to shove whatever debris in front of the hole. He sat there, his backside against the hole, as he looked upwards, sort of contemplating whether or not he was going to be severely punished for his action. Either way...He had to wait until the portal was ready, and he was not ready to stand after the splintering wood had hit him.[/color]