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"Irritation with little brother"-mode has been activated. :p
Nice detail with the communicators being down. Is that a blackout imposed by the Others' forces?
Standing in the cold night, Marcus made some quick calculations about why Leonard might not be answering the door. There was always the possibility that he had been forewarned. The likelihood of Earth knowing about Marcus' mission was slim, but in these times could you ever really be sure about who was passing information around to who. So Leonard might be making a run for it, or that man inside might not have been Leonard at all and he could have a squad of hostiles waiting for him on the other side of that door. The fingers of his left hand flickered over the grip of the blaster on his hip, but instead he brought them up to his temple and summoned an infrared viewscreen.

One man, hunched slightly and clearly favouring one leg, arms raised and holding something above his head. That had to be his brother.

"Open the DAMN door Leonard!" He hissed, giving the wood near the handle two more soft thumps. "I don't have time for your messing around!"

Marcus watched from the pavement outside the modest little house as the kitchen light flicked on and off. He could see a tall figure inside slouch to another room: Leonard was awake then. He checked his watch, 1:45am. What the hell was Leonard doing still awake at this hour? Reflexively he glanced upwards, but the winter sky was clear and bright. He wondered where the ships of the Others were exactly. They wouldn't be visible to his human eyes, but his sharp gaze picked out the stately progress of Earth's satellites so he assumed that they were far enough away to not attract any attention on long-range sensors.

He stood still a moment longer. So this is how you've been living, Leonard? Kids bike out the front, though that wasn't a surprise as they'd briefed him that he had a niece now. He didn't have the line of sight to get a better view of the figure slumped on the living room sofa, and as he shifted a sharp jolt in his foot let him know that he'd stayed still too long. Frost crackled under his boots and he flexed his hands inside of his gloves as he stamped his feet trying to return the blood to his toes. He checked his watch again, 1:48am. Still on time, but he didn't have the luxury of getting lost in reminiscing, even if he hadn't seen his brother since he was a gangling fifteen year-old.

He rang the bell, hearing its soft chime through the thin door, and gave a couple of soft, urgent raps on the door for good measure.
Name: Marcus
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Appearance: 5'9", athletic, hazel eyes, dark hair just starting to contain greys
Personality: Prides himself on being quick-witted and level-headed. A man who has confidence in his decisions. Often neglects his own needs/emotions to do what he thinks is right. Pragmatic but, by nature, kind. Not a natural at expressing emotion and easily wound up by those he cares about.
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