Once Vlad had unlocked him from the chair and left Marshall began to stretch. He felt like he just got done with a intense work out, strange since he never worked out once in his life. He moved himself to his sell and stripped out of his now ruined clothes and tossed into the wastebasket. He fished out a pair of black cargo shorts and a white T-shirt. He quickly put on the shorts and was almost done putting on the shirt when he felt something on his lower back. "What the hell?" He mumbled to himself before he reached down fell what it was only it be pricked by something. He quickly took off his shirt and moved over to a mirror. When he got there he saw what he first thought was a bone sticking out of his lower back. "The hell?" He said again as he reached down and touched it again. That was when he realized what it was, a stinger. Marshall had a stinger about half a foot long sticking out of his back. "Oh this is just great." He groaned as he looked it over.