[center][h2][color=red] Mr. Russo [/color][/h2][/center]


 [color=darkorange]"You know I really don't know how to answer your questions,"[/color] Mr. Russo lifted his left hand that carried his cigar during the scuffle. He took a few moments to suck the tobacco out. [color=darkorange]"You boys have some anger management issues and I'm not sure how you'll handle the new truth. I mean, you just tried to assault an authoritative figure."[/color] 

 Russo stuck the cigar and tapped the ashes out with his index finger. He eyed the lizard hybrid and changed his focus to Marcus who started to sit up. [color=darkorange] "Since there is no more struggle, I'll be honest with ya. Your old lives are gone."[/color] His face drew an expression of stern. He dropped his cigar and stomped out the flame with his boot. Like magic, the same blue portal materialized the smushed cancer stick out of the room. 

[color=darkorange] "Forget about the people knew. Forget about the homes you know. All that is behind you."[/color] Russo then took a second and made eye contact with Curt. [color=darkorange]"Actually, I do need you to fight. And that's exactly what you are going to do for me right now."[/color] 

Russo played a crooked smile. [color=darkorange] "Don't think it's for my own amusement. But I need to see if you guys are real. That punch wasn't enough for me to think you're hardcore...Curt. And Marcus...so far you've just been yelling for God."[/color] He snickered and shook his head. The soldier purposely said the real identities of the adolescents. This was a method of showing the boys that he was well-aware of them from the very beginning. 

[color=darkorange] "Before you get started, let me give you a peace offering."[/color] Russo saluted swiftly which triggered multiple events. The cuffs around Curt's arm had opened and dropped on the floor. The sound of restraints thudded with heavy impact. It was insane to think Russo could speak clearly after being struck. 

 A portal had opened up in front of Marcus. Object and little trinkets had dropped to the floor. Bands, balls, and scraps of metal collided with the floor. [color=darkorange] "Anything you two want to say before you go strut your stuff?" [/color] He asked with a sly grin.