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[hr][b][color=purple]Location:[/color][/b] The Fields of Mars -> Fifth Cohort 
[b][color=purple]Skills:[/color][/b] Running [/center]
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[color=purple]"I love you too, Em. I hope I'll see you soon. Take care of the others dear heart."[/color] Marco watched Em's face fade and he felt his heart sink like a stone. Em was his life line, his love and if he lost her...

No. It wasn't a final good bye. She'd do her task, they'd get out of New Rome and retire. 

First, she had to get out of New Rome, and he couldn't do that without making sure he had Milo. He abandoned his singing for the moment and took off at full tilt from the Fields of Mars and towards the Cohorts. He could hear the alarms going off, hear the screaming, the yells of distress, but he ignored them. He had to, otherwise he might break down. His second home was about to go in flames, and he needed to make sure his little baby didn't go down with it.

He reached the deserted cohort to hear distressed squeaks from the cage Milo was resting in. He dashed over and opened it and scooped up Milo into his hands. [color=purple]"I'm sorry Milo... had I known I wouldn't have just left you here. We gotta go, okay?"[/color] He gently tucked Milo into his shirt pocket, as he didn't have much time to get out the full papoose or anything else. If he delayed, he'd risk his life. 

He dashed outside and noticed a dragon limply flying and prayed to gods that it was Demi getting away from New Rome at least. However, from the distance he couldn't tell. He just hoped the Greek demi-god was still alive, before he started off at full tilt again, making sure that Milo was secure as he ran. He just hoped that he could make it out in time.