Marcellus frowned as the shore grew near. Anything uncertain was a liability in his book, and it was most definitely uncertain how the Red Leopards would react to the presence of man who has both extraordinarily helped and disastrously hindered their organization in the past. Marcellus tallied up the missions involving the rebels in his head; he'd say there was maybe a three to two ration of help to hinder. Hopefully that counted for something. The boat slid to a halt along a rickety dock, the safe house just a few steps off. He drew his hood further over his face. Anxiousness was not in his nature, but caution absolutely was.