<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 [Not Yet Given]<br/>  <strong>Affiliation:</strong>  Resistance<br/>  <strong>Location:</strong>   Los Angeles County Art Museum at the corner of Wilshire Blvd and Fairfax Ave<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Teletrix, Natasha Evans<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Marcus shook his head as the wave of soothing energy passed over him.  If he wasn’t being so hyper-vigilant at the moment it may have caused him to drop his guard.  ‘Must be fatigue.’ He thought and it was a good thing for the young woman that he didn’t equate it to her or he would have thrown her as far away from the building as he could and that would have probably been somewhere around Palm Springs.<br/><br/>“Now do you believe me?” She asked him.  What did she thing he was stupid?  A backpack with some medical supplies didn’t make you a doctor.  “No.” He replied honestly.  If Marcus was anything, he was honest. Aaron on the other hand seemed to have lost his mind and acquiesced to her powers. For a moment as she turned to walk by him he thought about doing just that what his instinct had told him do and that was to send the woman flying. When he turned around however he became distracted by how the rubber suit conformed to Natasha’s backside.  It was…umm…impressive to say the least and more effective on a teenage male than any sort of soothing emotion control would be.  He momentarily lost his train of thought and she was already kneeling down next to Katerina before he got his mind right again.  The blush on his face would have gone unseen by all.<br/><br/><em>‘Have someone go look for supplies out there?'</em>This girl was nuts.  These people wouldn’t survive a minute out there against Apocalypse’s forces and Marcus knew they were still searching for them. “Sorry “doc”, but no one is going outside.  It isn’t safe yet.”  He said firmly.  “Aaron.  There are some t-shirts in the gift shop. Bring them back here and I will tear them into strips. See if you can find anything else in there to get a small fire going and something we can use to soak them in.  Use some of the water I brought back to boil.” He gave the instructions to the man.<br/><br/>“That is all you have to work with Doc.” He told her.  He wasn’t going to risk these people’s lives and separate them all so she could have an easier target if she was really with Apocalypse and if she was a real doctor she could make do with what she had.  Katerina was in the worst condition and once she was up and moving so were they.<br/><br/>Once Aaron was back with the shirts, Marcus shredded them in stacks like they were little more than tissue paper.<em>‘Hey look, I’m good for something other than hurting things,’</em>he thought wryly as Aaron got the fire going.  Once it was ready he left Aaron to finish up boiling the water and returned to his guard post hoping the doctor was really what she said she was.<br/>