When Skate had grabbed on to his vehicle and laughed out loud over the sound of the engine roaring to life and the tires kicking up dirt, Marcus discovered, much to his surprise, that he was smiling. "This is what it's all about. Imposing my will on the world, one dirty inch at a time. I'll never live by the rules again if it's the last thing I do; no one gets to put me in a cage." Memories of his time in the lab threatened to surface as they so often did, but he was committed now, his mind on a razors edge, his intent focused on a singular purpose. He barely manged the sudden and unexpected urge to howl as he flipped down the custom ballistic mask onto his face and whiteknuckled the steering wheel as the suspension of his Morgan kept up with the terrain.
Halfway to his destination Alf suddenly jerked in his seat, and yelled at him. Confused, Marcus realized he had overlooked the magician's limp form as he had jumped into his car and sped away. "What do you mean, magician!? They've got mojo of their own in there?" A shadow materialized into a rough shape of a metahuman coming out of an alley and Marcus swerved hard more out of concern for his car than the wellbeing of the creature, and he didn't look back to see what he'd almost hit as his target rapidly approached ahead. His keen eyes could make out Pepperface's car and the entrace the decker had been broadcasting his feeds from, and as he prepared to slam on the breaks he shouted back to Alf. "You just point out who the mage is; he gives us any trouble, geek the fragger!"
Having engaged the parking break at the last possible moment, the Morgan slid to a halt on fully locked wheels and Marcus was out of his seat before the car even comes to a complete stop. With his rifle already slung under his coat he smoothly brought it up to his shoulder and scanned for potential targets as he strode into the Terminal with a determination that oozed a "don't slot with me, fragger" attitude. "Do you have our target, or do I need to start cracking skulls?" he asked of the rigger. He surveyed his immediate surroundings for threats and any signs of his objective, with every fiber of his being thrumming as the adrenaline coursed through his veins.