<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/>“She says she’s a doctor.” Aaron says as the two approached.  Marcus had never seen a doctor that looked like Natasha and it wasn’t just the fact that she was gorgeous, but the dark shades, cornflower hair and form-fitting black rubber body suit.<br/><br/>Marcus ignored the woman at first when she spoke. “Does she look at all like a doctor to you?” He says with a look of disbelief at Aaron.  The man looked surprised at the question then looked at Natasha and shook his head no. ‘How am I supposed to protect these people?’ He thought exasperated.   Marcus looked down at the gorgeous “doctor” and was highly suspicious.<br/><br/>“Check her backpack and take her gun.”  He told the older man and finally spoke to Natasha.  “If you don’t hurt anyone you’ll be fine and you can have the gun back.” Marcus answered her question.  He wasn’t going to accept anything other than that.  “We have a girl that is hurt pretty bad, the rest of us can wait.” He says and steps aside with a wave of his hand to indicate she should move into the shelter of the museum.<br/>