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


 Another portal appeared on the wall behind Mr. Russo. The enigmatic soldier approached the gateway. He was prepared to make his exit until he heard Curt's question. His shoulders rolled as he let out a strong chuckle. [color=darkorange]"You want to know something? I can't give you that answer just yet."[/color] 

 Russo placed his foot into the magical doorway. He turned his cheek to face the two for the last time. [color=darkorange]"Just imagine you won the lottery. Good luck out there, guys."[/color] The military man fully phased through the door before the entire thing materialized. 

[center][h2][color=deepskyblue] Marcus Winters [/color][/h2][/center]

 [color=cyan]Marcus breathed through his nostrils. He rubbed his face heavily. The impact that Russo left on him was painful but tolerable. The sheer strength and confidence the man emanated was frightening. Marcus grabbed onto his jeans and held him tightly. There were multiple emotions flowing through him and he couldn't decide which one to express.

 Marcus became pissed once he realized how easily he was taken. He was disappointed that his rubber skin did not give him reliable protection. Depression was lurking in him once he realized that he might be stuck in this basement of room for the rest of his life. The teen began to pull his hair in frustration. 

 Marcus gathered his items and stuffed them in his pockets. "Okay, give me what you got," he muttered. "I'm not planning to stay here and I"m not going to give up without a fight." He cracked the air between his fingers. "I'm scared, pissed, and even sad. But I know I have people waiting outside for me." Marcus locked his attention toward Curt. He wasn't initially telling the lizard man but he said it loud enough for him to hear. "So, Street Dragon or Curt, how are you going to approach this?" 

 Marcus questioned. He did not mention that Street Dragon did not use his real alias because at this point it did not matter. Marcus was aware he lied too but there was no use aknowledging it. That was his thought process.     [/color]