<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 (Only know to Villains)<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>          Closed<br/></span></span><hr/><br/>Marcus felt Mid-Knight’s footsteps before the young man entered the street near the museum.  It wasn’t easy for a man Marcus’s size to stay hidden, but he had a broken wall to duck behind and it was out of the line of the sun so it the shadows were deep and dark.  He turned and caught Margie's eyes.  Marcus put a finger up to his lips to indicate he should be quiet and motioned her forward.  By the time he had turned back to watching the young man who was carrying a large black sword another man dropped out of the sky near him.<br/><br/>“Good god.  I recognize him.  That’s Banshee.” Margie whispered.<br/><br/>Marcus didn’t know all of the X-Men but like pretty much everyone he knew of the group of mutant heroes.  He turned for just a moment to get more information from Margie which was just enough time for Katerina to slip out another opening in the building.<br/><br/>“Shit.” Marcus hissed under his breath.  It was a testament to the stress he felt that he swore.  “She is going to get us all killed.” He said.  Apocalypse’s forces were mutants too.  While the man outside wore an obvious x-men uniform, the young man he was with did not and that sword didn’t look like friendly intentions. ‘I liked her better when she was unconscious.’ He thought angrily.<br/><br/>“Let the others know we have company.  You should be safe with him."<br/><br/>"Wait, what do you mean?" Margie asked fearing she already knew the answer.<br/><br/>"I may be young, but I know what I did.  I'm a war criminal."<br/><br/>"No you are not.  I don't know what happened to you or why you were doing what you are doing, but you are not a bad person."<br/><br/>Marcus couldn't help but smile a little she reminded him of his mom.  "Thank you.  But they are not likely to agree.  I will turn myself in another time when this is all done, but if I am going to make up for the things I have done I have to go."  This was as much for himself as anything and Margie seemed to sense that he wasn't going to be moved from his stance.<br/><br/>"Good Luck. Hopefully we will meet again..." She realized she didn't even know the young man's name.<br/><br/>"Marcus." He answered her unasked question and moved away from the entrance and down the hall to the back of the museum.  He had seen the door earlier when he was looking for supplies.  With a shove and a protest of metal the door opened to a back alley.  Now that the others were in better hands Marcus had personal business to attend too.<br/><br/><br/><br/>