<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>  Name:</strong>       Marcus Magnusson<br/>  <strong>Title:</strong>          Wreck [Apocalypse forces Only]<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles, Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Mid-Knight, Open<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>“I was heading there anyway.” Marcus replied when Jake asked him if he wanted to come back to the museum.  He was still leery of it with Banshee there.  He was sure that crazy telekinetic girl had already told the X-man that he was one of the enemy.  He wasn’t.  Not anymore.  Now he had to figure out some way to get his sisters out alive and stop Pestilence’s armies for killing or turning the rest of his city.  He listened to Jake talk about what had happened to Iron Man and the Avengers and simply nodded.  Marcus wasn’t much of a talker by nature anyway and he still bore the burden of guilt for not doing more sooner to stop all of this.<br/><br/>They trudged around burned out cars and fallen street lights.  Walking was slow going in LA and Marcus was surprised at his annoyance at it.  He was already becoming accustom to his new powers could have made it back to the Museum in little time on his own.  He thought briefly about just picking Jake up by the back of his jacket and clearing the few remaining blocks with ease, but realized how that would have looked to anyone left on watch and while a tiny smile curled at the edge of his mouth he thought better of the idea and tossed it aside.<br/><br/>"I'm going to fight, even if I'm the only one."<br/><br/>He understood how the guy felt.  For the last hour Marcus had hoped that he would run into some small squad of Apocalypse’s soldiers so he could take his rage out on someone, but it hadn’t happened.<br/><br/>“You got out.  I got out.  So did those other two.  Got to be others.” He said in his deep yet quiet voice as they finally neared the museum.  He had been distracted by his thoughts and words and hadn’t noticed until they neared that something was very wrong.<br/><br/>“There’s no one here.”  He said before they rounded the corner onto Fairfax Ave.  “I thought you said they hadn’t left.” Marcus gave Jake a questioning look before taking one great stride and leaping the remaining distance to land in front of the damaged museum.<br/><br/>It looked like a small tornado had stuck the block outside the museum.  There was a large rent down the middle of the street.  Asphalt and rock were peeled back and scattered.  Cars were tossed about and one of the buildings nearby had completely collapsed.  Dark scorch marks dotted the road and buildings and some of the metal and glass Art Museum exterior appeared to have melted.<br/><br/>Marcus bent down to touch the ground as he landed and let his senses search the nearby buildings and subfloors of the museum for any signs of movement.  There were none.  No signs of life could be found.  The only signs anyone had been there were the pools of blood near the entrance that Marcus had used to watch the street earlier that night.<br/><br/>