<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/33/Wreck_Portrait.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><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>   Streets of LA<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Mid-Knight<br/><br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Marcus movements had entered a pattern.  He would leap a block or two then pause to check for movement nearby.  Twice already he had encountered small groups of survivors, one had scattered when he arrived the other he had sent north towards the hills.  Marcus knew he could have made better time if he wanted too.  He had yet to test just how far he could jump, but these block long leaps felt like a light jog.<br/><br/>As she neared the vicinity of the Museum he paused in his travel to test once again for vibrations in the tortured earth.  There was someone nearby.  It wasn’t easy with the near constant seismic activity to single out a long person, but Marcus was growing into his abilities quickly.  Unlike the girl he had left at the museum he at least had a little training before he was unleashed into the world.<br/><br/>A lone person out at night…if it was one of Pestilence’s troops they may have been separated from their unit.  If it was a survivor they would need Marcus’s help.  Friend or foe Marcus was going to find out.  With a single bound he cleared the remaining 1000 feet or so between himself and the telling vibration.  Marcus found himself landing in the middle of the street.  It was dark and being that he couldn’t see anyone right away he figured they were probably hiding.<br/><br/>“I know you are out there.  I came to help.”  He called out in deep voice.<br/><br/>Marcus did not so much look like one of Apocalypse’s men anymore.  He wore a black t-shirt he had taken from the museum and while he still had the blue fatigue pants he had wrapped scrap metal around much of the legs and his arms to give him some extra protection.  It wasn’t that much seemed to be able to hurt him, but Marcus had been shot a few days ago.  The bullet had barely broken skin as his super dense musculature stopped it dead.  It did hurt like hell though.<br/>