<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, Rogue and Thor<br/><br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>“There might be one in the museum.  Inside is pretty intact and still stable from what I can tell.  There are some rooms, storage and stuff.  There could be one there.” Marcus unclenched his hands and answered Rogue in his deep sonorous voice.  He went respectfully quiet as the older heroes spoke and only answered when Thor directed his question towards Jake and himself.<br/><br/>“Marcus Magnusson.”  He answered.  Marcus was known by another name, but he did not speak of it now.  They were so gun-ho to fight.  He understood.  He would like nothing more to take all of the anger, frustration and pain he felt out on Pestilence and her mutants and find the thing called Apocalypse and make him hurt, but he had something to lose as well.  He knew the magnitude of what they were up against and the number of Pestilence’s forces had undoubtedly grown since he had gone rogue.  He was sure that these people had lost loved ones and friends, but Marcus could still save his sisters and he was not ready to jeopardize their lives in a suicidal frontal assault.<br/><br/>“Jake’s right.  The main force is stationed on the USC Campus, but there were cells throughout the city.  The thing called Apocalypse is not here.  His…” Marcus fumbled with the word…he was no military man. “…captain?  Leader?  The woman that runs things is called Pestilence.  She directs everything here.”  The thoughts of Pestilence brought back memories that made Marcus’s blood run cold.<br/><br/>“Going to the campus would be suicide.”  He said it with no drama.  It was fact, plain and simple.  “Even if it wasn’t, she holds countless hostages that she will not hesitate to kill at the first hint of an attack from the outside.”   He knew telling them this held risks, but if he was going to help his sisters and the rest of those still held on campus he was going to need help.<br/>