Marcus examined the safe with narrowed eyes, going over every single detail of it, his fingers brushing its surface lightly. His mind was flying as he tried to analyze every possible angle for there to be some type of triggering device that would set off an explosion or some other unwanted outcome, however he couldn't find anything, atleast with the short bit of time he'd been given before Yousef's massive form had brushed him aside and with the finesse of an elephant, ripped the safe from the wall. "Oh, thanks Gigantor...." He said with a light smirk to Yousef's comment, reaching up to readjust his gloves, making sure they fit tightly, that sick feeling in his gut coming back with full force, something was going to happen, he could feel it.<br/><br/>It was then that he saw Yousef's eyes snap towards the open hole left by the safe being unceremoniously ripped from the wall and his eyes went to the same spot, widening suddenly. "Oh sh.......IIIIIITTT!" His sentence being finished as he was thrown backwards suddenly by Yousef, feeling himself flying through the air and straight through the glass panes to soar out over open space, over a dozen feet off of the ground.<br/><br/>Time seemed to slow around Marcus as he watched the rocket-propelled grenade soar in through a window to the right of him, and fly directly towards Yousef. At the same time he followed the vapor trail back towards the boat floating in the river right next to the house's lavish backyard. That was a variable they hadn't been anticipating, and now they were paying for it. It had seemed they'd been under surveillance the entire time they'd been in the estate.<br/><br/>Marcus' hands seemed to move like lightning as they went to various pockets of his gear, coming out with handfuls of small silver throwing knives that seemed to instantly be sent screaming through the air, flying towards the small boat with the sound of metal slicing through air at a rapid speed.<br/><br/>The force of the throw sent Marcus into a spin as he began to descend towards the ground, the rapid THUMP THUMP THUMP that he could hear meant only that his collection of throwing knives had found their mark on the boat, which was a good distance away, before he heard a single scream and the engine suddenly revving. Atleast he'd gotten one of them, though he hadn't had a good view of exactly how many there had been.<br/><br/>However none of that mattered now, because he was rapidly approaching the ground from a fall that he hadn't been ready for, and his body was flailing wildly, gravity and momentum keeping him from pulling himself into any kind of graceful landing, and with a sickening thud he hit the grass, bounced slightly into the air from the impact and landed once more.<br/><br/>He didn't know how long he was out, it could have been minutes, and it could have been seconds, all he knew was that when he felt consciousness flooding back into his mind, it brought with it pain, and the sudden choking sensation of having the wind knocked out of him. He forced himself onto his back, gritting his teeth as he forced air into his lungs, and with a shocking jab of white-hot pain through his sides, he realized many of his ribs had been broken in the fall.<em>Come on Marcus... get up. You've been hurt worse than this before.... you still have teammates caught in the crossfire.... make sure they're safe!</em>He screamed at himself internally, letting out a loud groan of agony as he rolled his body over, pushing upwards with his hands and bringing himself to his knees.<br/><br/>His eyes looked about his area with a glazed-over look covering them, revealing the pain that was nearly blinding him. He was disoriented, confused, and hurt, but he was determined. He placed one hand on the ground and tried to force himself to his feet, the pain causing him to stumble forward a few steps before falling to the ground. He shakily raised his head, noticing Yousef's charred form several yards infront of him, bleeding profusely on the concrete. He gritted his teeth, every muscle in his body straining and roaring with pain as he began to slowly pull himself forward with one arm towards his fallen comrade, the other one not wanting to work properly.