After a few moments Marcus finally composed himself, bringing in a few slow and deep breaths, exhaling the tension in his muscles and feelings his mind beginning to calm. He felt Yousef's giant hand patting his shoulder, had he been a smaller man it would have shaken him thoroughl, but Marcus was fairly good-sized and very solid, so it only rocked him a little as he looked towards the man, figuring it had to be some type of 'pre-mission' ritual that the odd man particapted in.<br/><br/>He then finally exhaled and stood up, raising his arms high into the air as a series of cracks and pops went rattling up and down the length of his spine, spreading to his back and his shoulders, sounding almost like a mini set of Black Cats being lit at once. "Oh God.... that felt great..." he said, in pure ecstacy as he relished the moment of pleasure that the release of stress in his joints provided.<br/><br/>He took a step forward, moving towards the plethora of bladed weapons that lay scattered out infront of him, looking like it would take hours for him to properly assemble all of his gear on his person, however Marcus snapped his hands forward and began to snatch various daggers and blades, the soft sound of steel whistling through the air as he spun them around his fingers, placing them in different pockets and holsters on his person. His movements were fast, with practiced precision and within only a few seconds, the myriad of blades were all placed neatly on his body, with only the single katana strapped to his back being visible, as well as the two curved daggers strapped around his waist, the others hidden from plain sight.<br/><br/>He turned to look towards the others, and then began to move towards exit to the plane, eager to get out of the enclosed space and out into the open. He turned his eyes towards Mea as they began to exit the plane, "Now maybe with a little less excitement next time...?" He said in a friendly joking tone, casting a playful wink in her direction before he hopped out onto the exit ramp and made his way towards the tarmac.