<br/><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>   Streets of LA<br/>  <strong>Tags:</strong>          Mid-Knight<br/><br/><br/></span></span><hr/><br/>The Santa Ana’s had blown themselves out for the moment and the smell of ash and soot while present no longer assaulted the senses.  A false sense of calm seemed to settle over the ruins of Los Angeles as if the land had drawn a deep breath afraid to let it out.   The street looked more like a ghost town than a battlefield here.  Empty shop doors and windows held an inky blackness that could hide an ambush.  The pale moon cast a blue light on the broken asphalt and concrete making the shadows only darker.<br/><br/>"You were at the museum, what are you doing out here?"<br/><br/>Marcus turned at the sound of Jake’s voice.  “Looking for survivors, or soldiers,” he answered.  Marcus still thought of them more as Pestilence’s than Apocalypse’s.  He had never seen the true leader of the army only his Horseman…woman…whatever.<br/><br/>“Yeah I was at the museum.”  He admitted.  One of the girls must have mentioned him since he snuck out before this armored kid and Banshee had noticed him, or so he thought.  “You were with the X-Man. What the hell out you doing out here?  I figured you would have been long gone by now.”  Marcus had assumed that Banshee would have moved the civilians out of the area as soon as possible, but it looked like that hadn’t been their plan.<br/><br/>Being out in the open, even at night, was dangerous.  Apocalypse’s forces had a manageri of mutants at their disposal.  Marcus doubted night was any safer than the day.  He kept his senses attuned to the vibration of the ground around him.  This area was a little more stable than the one he had come from, but the conversation was a distraction to his senses.  It seemed concentrating on both wasn’t so easy yet.<br/>