Marcus Valentine stood alone on the tarmac, awaiting the arrival of what would be his new teammates. He still wasn't entirely sure how he felt about having a new set of people he'd have to trust his life with, but it really didn't seem like he had much of a choice in the situation. He knew he couldn't live the 'lone wolf' lifestyle forever, and this was a cause that needed his help, he had no choice but to suck it up and put his past experiences behind him. He was dressed in the closest thing he'd worn to military attire in over a year, a form-fitting black t-shirt with the letters "USMC" on the back and baggy, oversized camo pants, with thick black combat boots. He reached up to run a hand through his short, spikey blonde hair as he shifted the weight of the duffel bag hanging over his right shoulder. On first glance it didn't seem like he was armed with anything more than a single long sword that rested in an intricately designed sheathe hanging across his back, but in reality Marcus had a plethora of weapons stashed in various parts of his clothing. Several small throwing knives were stashed in several barely noticeable pockets running the length of his legs, as well as a set of curved daggers resting in partially concealed hip sheathes, not to mention the small handguns strapped to the outside of his calf muscles. One could never be too prepared....<br/><br/>He brought the partially burned cigarette in his right hand up to his lips, taking in a deep drag and letting the harsh yet delicious taste roll through his lungs before he exhaled the toxic treat into the air around him. Icey blue eyes peered from beneath the set of Aviator sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose, watching the small speck in the distance that he knew to be the airplane carrying his potential teammates.<br/><br/>His briefing had been very.... well brief. The gist of what he'd learned was that the 'Spear of Destiny' had been stolen from the Vatican, or atleast the head of the spear anyways, and it had given the thief enormous power. Marcus had never believed the myth of the Spear of Destiny to be true, but from the moment he'd spoken to Father Masino and heard the seriousness in his tone, it had been obvious that they weren't bullshitting with him. However apparently either the Vatican was trying to reduce costs for overseas calls or they simply didn't have anymore information at the time, because that had been the bulk of his briefing, just that he was to just join up with the other teammates and get the spear back from him. Marcus knew the stakes, he knew what would happen if the man happened to gain the shaft to the spear as well, and he knew it was going to be a highly dangerous mission that he most likely wouldn't survive..... it sounded like it would be an absolute blast.<br/><br/>"This feels like the first day of high school all over again..." He said with a light smirk as he watched the plane skid onto the tarmac and roll to a stop infront of him. "Well... here it goes..." He said, shifting his bag onto his shoulder a little higher this time as he walked towards the plane.<br/><br/>(This can just come in whenever you guys land if you were wanting to rp more of the scenes happening in the plane itself first, I just wanted to get the post up while I still had the muse.)