Marcus watched as Yousef busted the door in, Marcus shaking his head slightly as he followed in silently behind the large man. If there did happen to be anyone home, the element of surprise would be null and void. As they entered the room, Yousef immediately ran for cover behind the large sofa in the living room, while Marcus' eyes danced around the room and he immediately slipped into the dimly lit right side of the room, keeping his form low to the ground as he held the dagger upwards in his right hand, the throwing knives in his left at the ready. With Yousef's grand entrance, Marcus was fairly sure that if anyone was occupying the room, they would have completely overlooked Marcus and instead placed full attention on the barreling behemoth crashing towards them.<br/><br/>Marcus moved along the wall, his knees bent as he slipped along silently, he was barely visible save for his blonde hair, giving him the perfect advantage to blind-side anyone that happened to be in their way. However he watched as Yousef stood upwards, giving him the sign that the room was clear, before Marcus stood up straight, seeming almost to materialize from the shadows as he walked towards Yousef. Marcus continued to scan the room as Yousef spoke to Mea over the commlink, noticing what looked to be the remains of someone's dinner just laid out in the open. Apparently the occupants of the house had left in a hurry, or they'd been taken out without warning, either way, Marcus doubted anyone was still around.<br/><br/>He moved silently along behind Yousef, noticing the man's eyebrows draw downward as Marcus seemed to share his feelings, getting a nagging feeling in the pit of his stomach that something just wasn't quite right. He moved towards the right side of the staircase, leaning his back against the wall next to it as his icy blues watched Yousef, waiting for his go-ahead.<br/><br/>(Sorry the post is so shitty, I'm incredibly hungover at the moment lol.)