~ Marcus in his bedroom the next morning ~<br/><br/>It was the warm rays of sunlight that finally woke him and with a groan Marcus slid from bed and stood, arching his back to help wake up.  He was disoriented at first but a glance around the room soon reminded him where he was and he smiled, memories of the previous night returning in a flash.  Interesting wouldn’t adequately describe those events, in his mind at least, but it would have to do until a better word came along.  Turning to his desk, he grabbed his cell phone and checked for messages from Angus and was glad when he didn’t have any.  That meant things were on schedule and moving forward as planned and that was a good thing indeed.  As he spread his feet and began to twist his upper body, beginning his morning calisthenics, he wondered how the others would react to the addition of the replacement for Vince.  None of them knew about it, of course, and he assumed they had all gone to bed thinking they were down to five since he hadn’t filled them in.  How would they react when they found out?<br/><br/>It was a mystery that would be solved soon and he had a feeling it would be worth the wait.  Glancing over at the clock he saw there was a little over an hour before he had to head down to breakfast, which gave him just enough time to do his morning workout.  His back stretches done, he worked next on his legs, slowly bending over and touching the floor repeatedly then moving into flexing crouches and other stretching exercises.  When he was finally done, he dropped to the floor, working on his sit ups first.  Working quickly, Marcus moved through his daily routine of one hundred, barely breaking a sweat then moved into position for push ups.  Another hundred of those were cranked out in short order, his body used to the brutal treatment he gave it each morning.  Rolling back into sit up position, fifty crunches came next, those a bit more painful on his aging muscles.<br/><br/>When he was finally done, his body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat and so he ambled off to the shower, humming a small tune.  The hot water helped cleanse his skin and shed the weariness from his body but he was still reluctant to leave its embracing spray though he finally did.  Back in his room, he quickly pulled out a pair of jeans that hugged his lower body and pulled over a plain black Henley shirt.  Nothing fancy for this first official breakfast, especially since he didn’t know what the day had in store.  Sneakers finished things off and satisfied with his look Marcus turned and slipped out of his room, heading down the hall toward the stairs.  Each step that he took caused his heart to beat a little faster, a nervous reaction to the unknown that he would soon face.  Would they like the new man and would he fit in?  Only time would tell.<br/>