Recruited((Marcus/Invite)

[Marcus Prasad]

'Other one? What oth- Oh shit That explains SO MUCH!'
Marcus cursed silently. How could he had not seen it before? Mostly because he had never dealt with it before. He wanted to punch himself in the head, but that was NEVER a good idea when riding a motorcycle. Especialy one as tempermental as Lady was, especialy now. Marcus could swear the chopper trembled underneath him like a caged animal, as if she could sense the danger around them through the cold metal.

So it would seem the young boy had that Multiple personaly disorder thing! He knew there was some new official name for it already but he was arsed to remember it. Well that was definatly a step in the right direction. Only problem now was......

"Awww SHIT!"

....The fact that a rather ominous looking Collection of spikey armored SUV's had suddenly blocked the road.
Marcus suddenly pulled Lady hard into a powerslide, comming to a sudden and screeching halt about twenty feet away from the blockade, hoping against hope that Rabbit was able to hold on.
Well, now he had two options. Fight, or Run.

Shutting down Lady's engine, Marcus pocketed the keys as he knocked the kickstand and slipped off his chopper.
"Stay by Lady. Make sure they don't go anywhere near her."
He hissed to Rabbit, more worried about letting the boy slip away than anything else. Last thing he needed was the kid to bolt, but another thing he REALLY didn't need was luring these jackasses back to the Compound.

Approaching the blockade, Marcus crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently.
"WELL? WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING WAITING FOR?"

Suddenly a sickeningly cold voice would ooze almost playfully out from the lead car.
"Oooooh nuthin."

The doors to all the SUV's would open almost in unison as Scavanger troopers began to pour out. These ones looked different though. They moved more like a mob this time, not as disaplined as he remembered seeing them before. In fact he could have sworn they looked like they were just milling about, glaring at him from underneath thier hoods, dusty scarves and goggles. Thier clothes were different too, hanging loose with muted grey and green colors. They didn't seem to carry any weapons other than simple clubs and small knives.

"JUST wondering what'cher plannin on Doooooin with my little pet project."
The voice gave Marcus the chills. It was breathy like chalk being dragged HARD accross cement pavement and just sounded.....WRONG.

Suddenly a pair of polished pooted feet would swing out from the passenger seat as a great big trenchcoated man in a funny looking mask stepped out.
The beaked mask turning this way and that as it surveyed the area.
"Been looking for THAT LOST little.....lamb for quite some time now. Thank you for ret-ur-ning him."

"Aint returning a fucking thing creepshow. What do they call you anyway?" Marcus snarled, which only illicited some of the most demented sounding laughter he had ever heard.
"Me? The names NaTHANIAL Stern."
He said with a bow, moving in an ungainly halting manner that just crammed the creeps RIGHT back into Marcus.
"But you can call me Pestilance."

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah was watching.

That shadow, the presence Marcus had felt earlier would have been that of Delilah as she lurked in the fringes of the man's vision. She wasn't aware that it was him at first, and she had drawn her bowie knife slowly from it's sheath. Delilah was in the area investigating the kidnappings that had been plaguing the area and it looked like another was about to happen.

Then they hopped on that all-too familiar bike and she instantly knew who it was. Now she was just trying to keep up with them as he drove, trailing further and further behind the bike.

Fortunately, they weren't driving for very long.

She rounded the corner only to retreat quickly as she saw some large vans blocking the road ahead, heading back the way she came and hurrying quickly down a side alley to get closer to their position. She watched from around the corner, the hairs on the back of her neck prickling as the man who called himself 'Pestilence' spoke. She lifted a hand to her blu-tooth earpeice, whispering quietly into it.

"Cain, I'm radioing in for support and extraction. Bring only three others with you. I'm in La Mirada. Will update. Delilah out."

She would ignore the surprised and concerned questions on the other end of the set as she drew her second knife quietly, continuing to loom in the shadows. For now, the men didn't seem to notice she was here. For now, that was good.

[Erik Masters]

Erik was confused. The man who called himself Pestilence obviously knew who he was. Yet Erik had never seen nor heard of this person in his life. His only conclusion was that the man must have been watching him for some time. He stood next to the bike as instructed. There was no doubt in his mind that the situation was about to get out of hand. Erik wasn’t the best fighter in the world but he hoped he would be able to distract a few until Marcus had time to back him up. The next concern was that he could feel the other presence trying to take over. He pushed the feeling down as much as he could but he was not certain how long he would be able to hold out when a fight broke out. The last thing he wanted to do was black out. He had no idea where they were and he would have some trouble getting to a familiar place.

Why does this always happen? Every time something good is about to happen to me someone has to show up and mess it up. He shook his head. Maybe there was a way out of this situation where he wouldn’t have to fight. He started to look around for an escape route. The buildings on either side of the street seemed to be more intact that the where he used to live. There were a few alleys on the street. Not the greatest plan in the world but if things got too intense he could go down one of those and hopefully there was a fire escape that he could climb. Once he got to the roofs of the building he knew he could get away. He focused his attention back on the group in front of him. The group seemed more like a gang than anything else. We could use that to our advantage. If I can get a few of them to follow me done one of these alleys maybe I could take a few out. He readied himself in case the group began to advance on his position. He would try to do all he could to help Marcus get away but he was not prepared to fight this large of a group.

[Marcus Prasad]

Marcus was NOT impressed.
"Pestilence huh? That got something to do with your fucked up mask?"
He could feel it now. The Anticipation of violence. His body was already preparing to dump adrenaline into his bloodstream, leaving him feeling jittery and irritable.
"Look, Allow me to make myself abundantly clear, shit for brains. That boy's not going anywhere with a creepshow like you. You want at him? Gotta go through me first and to be honest? I don't think you brought enough boys with you."

Marcus sneered and readied himself for a fight. Which oddly enough was exactly what DIDN'T happen. Instead of sending his men to attack, Pestilance just laughed that demented tittering laugh.

"Oh my, how.....cute!"
He said between distorted chuckles.
"You actualy THINK I came....Here to fIght? There is NO need! The boy shall come to me eventuALY of.......His own......free. Will."

THAT caught Marcus off guard. Looking uncertain, he uncrossed his arms and cocked his head to the side.
"What do you mean by that?"

Looking directly at Erik, The man in the mask chuckled darkly before speaking to the young boy.
"It's simple really. I. Know. Something. You. Wish to know!"

And with that, the disturbing man gave a nod and whirled around, back toward the vehicle that brought him here. Before slipping inside he took one last look at Erik.
"Yessssssss. The resemblance is certainly uncanny. Especialy the eyes. This wont be the....LAST time you see me boy.
He spoke crypticaly before slipping into the darkness of the black Plated SUV. Marcus continued to stand there looking increadibly confused. Turning back towards Rabbit and Lady, Marcus began to walk back. He had almost reached the pair when a sudden scent, wafting in the breeze made him stop, his pupils dialating as his nostrils flared. He felt a hot flush spread out from deep in his guts and he knew right then and there that there was only one person in the world who could get THAT kind of reaction out of him.

"You can come out now Delilah. They're gone."
He said aloud to the Darkness that surrounded them.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah watched with growing interest, her body tense, coiled as she anticipated combat. She was just as surprised as Marcus was by the narrow, jerky man simply leaving like that. That only served to unsettle her further. With an inward sigh, she put away her knives.

"You can come out now Delilah. They're gone."

She blinked in surprise, unaware that he had noticed she was here. A dark chuckle preceeding her, Delilah relinquished the shadows that surrounded her and stepped out into view, striding on soft soles towards Marcus and the young man he had been protecting.

"Aw, what gave me away?" She grinned. Coming to stand beside Marcus, she scruitinized the young man, looking him up and down, nodding as if to herself. "You've been busy," she said, still speaking to Marcus though keeping her sharp blue eyes fixed on the stranger. After a moment, her eyes shifted slightly and she frowned at the path the man who called himself 'Pestilence' had left upon.

Something felt very wrong about all that.

[Erik Masters]

((OOC: Sorry for the short post. Been busy with IRL things. I will try to not take as long next time))

Erik stood in the same spot for a few minutes. He didn’t even look to see who had come walking up. What had the man meant by him have the same eyes? Did he have his brother? What did he mean that he would come to him? He turned to Marcus. “Who was that? How does he know so much about me? I have never met him in my entire life.” He finally turned his attention to the new comer. He nodded at the woman. “Delilah its very nice to meet you. Names Erik. You haven’t been following me for a few weeks by chance have you? Maybe you know something about this that I don’t?” He relaxed a little knowing that Marcus knew this woman. He still wasn’t comfortable with her as she had been hiding during the event.

[Marcus Prasad]

"Rabbit, I'm about as confused as you are by this point."
Marcus admitted, still staring down the street the strange man and his entourage drove down.
"And for your information little Mrs. Ninja pants...."
Marcus pointedly tapped his nose. His heart threatened to leap out of his chest at the sight of the woman with the Raven black hair and try as he might, his eyes shone with how puppy love happy he was to see her again. Even knowing she was comming didn't prepare him. To try and cover, Marcus coughed into his fist, turning a shade of red in embaressment and put a hand on Rabbits shoulder as the young man introduced himself.

She couldn't be his. Mabey in another life, but sadly, not this one. One of these days he would get over her. One of these days he would finaly unravel that ribbon from his wrist that sometimes weighed heavily on him.

But enough about that!
Marcus agreed. This whole situation was wrong from the get go. Alot of nasty stuff had begun to crop up in the grey area's between the factions walls and Marcus had a suspicion that man might be a player. Mabey working for Arkham? He hadn't heard neither hide nor hair of the man in a long time since his first and for the moment, last encounter......

"I don't like this either."
Marcus spoke after seeing the look on Delilah's face.
"I need to get this kid within Wolfpack borders before something stupid happens........"