Marcus had spent the early hours of the night drinking, as always. He watched the Lethal Weapon movies while downing the bottle of 3 month old whiskey, once he was sufficiently drunk again, he would head to bed, walking into his quarters he dropped his jacket on the floor and laid down on the bed. He fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow. 

Marcus woke up at five, an entire hour before 'training' would begin, his eyes shot up and he reached for the gun he kept under his pillow, sitting up, he aimed at the door. Marcus was sweating and panting. "Damn." He mumbled to himself, seeing there were no one there, it was simply just a dream. He put the handgun back under the pillow and got out of bed. He got undressed and put on a tank top and his jogging pants. Using the bar he had installed in his room to do pull-ups. Using his powers to make the training heavier and thus more effective. For him it was a great way to exercise as it strengthened his body as well as his abilities.

He showered and got dressed, grabbing a bottle of Gin from his minibar he opened it up as he sat down at the kitchen table, cleaning his Colt 1911 while swigging from the bottle at even intervals. He assembled the gun and put it in his shoulder holster, grabbing a blueberry yogurt from the fridge and a spoon he took off the lid from the yogurt and put some gin in the cup, mixing the yogurt and the alcohol. As the time would come for the exercise the team was assembled. Marcus had emptied the gin bottle and currently eating his yogurt while listening to Fenrir.


A classic game of capture the flag? That should be interesting. Marcus had read what files he could get on his teammates, so he had a basic understanding of what all of them were capable off. He knew who to look out for. Omega was a powerhouse, Warpath was a poor man's Green Lantern, Poltergeist had powers similar to Manchester Black's, a man who had given Superman a run for his money. Thorn could cause great problems for the enemy team as he could affect large areas, similarly to Marcus himself. Bloodwalker was some form of a vampire, Marcus wasn't too sure. Regardless, his focus would have to be on Omega and Warpath, as Warpath would support his teammates, and Omega could tear through Quantum's entire team if he wasn't stopped.

Marcus couldn't say he loved the plan Twilight provided. It was a defensive strategy, sure. But putting the little girl with anger management issues at their flag wasn't  brilliant. It was just a matter of time before she could lose control and turn into more of a foe than a friend. While Marcus was capable of thinking up strategies that could be more effective than Twilight's, he was trained to always respect the chain of command. He was a soldier for all intents and purposes, and he would follow orders, trust that his leader knew what they were doing.

He threw his empty yogurt cup in the trash as he moved onto the red team half, digging into his pocket and getting out his pack of camel cigarettes, as well as his zippo lighter, engraved "Beloved". He only thing his father ever gave him, except a black eye and bruised ribs. He lit the cigarette and inhaled the smoke. The nicotine soothing his mind, allowing him to focus.