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[Color=crimson]Time:[/color] Noon
[Color=Crimson]Location:[/color] Botanical Garden, San Francisco
[Color=crimson]Interaction:[/color] Anya [@Xandrya]
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His slight smirk formed into a neutral expression at Agent Donovan's shocking revelations. The words had left him dumbfounded in her presence, which was one of welcoming and friendly. It was unfortunate that her words struck with contempt and deceit.

[Color=crimson][i]Federal Security service… FSS… 'not actually American'... Russian… government…[/i][/color]

Those words were practically pinned to the forefront of his mind. It somewhat alarmed him with how she spoke of it so effortlessly, facing him with a pleasant smile. She could have been talking about anything else. Maybe even just the middle part about who the targets were and being okay with breaking up families. Marcus could fly with that, but [I]this[/i]? She was practically serving him spoiled meat with A1 customer service. He pulled away from her with a scowl on his face, putting distance between them.

[Color=crimson]"Breaking families and killing people who got it coming to them is shit I've been doing the last decade."[/color] His body started to vibrate finely and with it, heat began to radiate from him. [Color=crimson]"But I'd be DAMNED if I work for the fuckin' Russians!"[/color] As furious as he was, he wouldn't harm her. [Color=crimson]"Lose my damned number."[/color] Marcus zipped away in a blur, the heat finally burning away the aesthetic portions of his suit, leaving black form fitting weave reinforced with a heat resistant plating. 

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[h2]The following day…[/h2]

[Color=crimson]Time:[/color] Morning
[Color=Crimson]Location:[/color] Motel 6, Oakland
[Color=crimson]Interaction:[/color]
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Phone? Melted. Apartment? Compromised. Accounts? Still intact… for now. Mood? Ready to put hands on someone!

After his meeting with Donovan, Marcus visited his stash in the garage he had purchased when he first arrived here in San Francisco. His work life was always shady and gritty, and he anticipated there might be a time where whatever agency he found himself under would leave him high and dry. His original plan was always simple. Car, tangible cash, nearest border crossing. The current situation was a bit different, and he was still coming to terms with it. Jonah wanted him dead and Donovan was tasked with doing so, all while being a Russian spy. It would only be a matter of time until Jonah sent others after him, and they wouldn't be showing up with potential job offers. Now thinking of it, he looked at the hunk of metal and plastic that was his phone from his bed where he sat comfortably in thought.

Without it, he wouldn't be able to reach Jason about that job. He just had the list. Maybe while asking around at the FEMA camp, he can find Jason again. He needed allies and he also needed to figure out a way to kill a new target.

Grabbing the remote at his side, he flipped on the news, watching the coverage of the giant altered who ravaged San Francisco.

[Color=crimson][i]You on my list now and I think I'm gonna put you an express pass to the top.[/i][/color]