Marcus let out a loud yawn, stretching his arms upwards in the backseat of the taxi-van, sitting next to Gerad. He couldn't see anything that was going on infront of him, as Yousef's massive bulk was taking up ninety-percent of his viewing space.  Marcus was used to being subjected to all sorts of different environments, he'd spent a great deal of time in the Middle East with its tremendously dry heat, and various other places. However Atlanta held a certain humidity to it that made the heat that much worse and Marcus found beads of sweat building up on his brow.<br/><br/>He'd been forced to pull the katana in its sheathe off of his back so he'd be able to get into the taxi-van's low-roofed interior, and now it rested gently between his legs, but with the other gear he kept loaded up on his form, he was barely able to move in the cramped environment. He had a feeling that if they crashed, he would undoubtedly be stuck in the back seat. Thankfully the AC was kicked on and the smell of Yousef's massive and sweaty form was drowned out somewhat. "When's the last time you showered big guy...?" He said in a joking tone as he reached forward to pat one of Yousef's gigantic shoulder muscles, letting him know that he was just playing around.<br/><br/>He let his icy blue eyes glance back out the window, watching Atlanta roll by as they progressed. This wasn't the most impressive of ways to arrive to a mission, driven by a yellow taxi-van, but then again it could be worse.