Dispatching the drunken guards took far less effort than it would have to kill them outright. A backhand here, grabbing them and flinging them aside there. While sober and unimpaired it probably would've been a bit more difficult, especially since that gun would likely sting if not outright hurt even his tough hide, he had to admit, this time the voice in his head had been right and the crazy haired girl with....no top on...had been more than handy.<br/><br/>He paused to admire then gave a slow nod, motioning to the newly freed vehicle. "C'mon. We're outta here."<br/><br/>Though the voice had mentioned something about groups to evacuate with, Golem wasn't about to wait. Freedom was well within his grasp and with a roar the vehicle came to life. Letting his temporary partner in escape hop in, the tires squealed and burned as he peeled away from the facility as fast at the military jeep would carry them. Giving a rather freeing laugh and yell up to the sky while wind whipped past him, Marcus reached down to flip on the radio and blinked as he caught the sound of a familiar voice. Turning the dial that much louder, he spared a glance in Lucy's direction then gave a shrug. If they'd gone to the trouble of freeing him, the least he could do was see why. No sense leaving that debt unpaid after all.<br/><br/>With a slight alteration to their course, the pair were well on their way, late, but soon to catch up.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>