[Not the first time Markus has coordinated with a team, not the first time he’s been made to tread with a cautious step, with a cognizant awareness of his surroundings and an urgency for all actions to be efficient and unerring. This, in comparison to Stratford, is straightforward in planning and objective — and yet with the UNA hounding their step, wielding weapons and plated in armor that far outmatches anything of their own, the danger is just as looming. The consequences of failure just as irrevocable, just as unacceptable.
Spine steeled, mind wrought in focus, it’s easy enough to slip inside the apartment once the path is open. Beneath an obscuring mask, keen eyes dart about, to check adjoining corridors and open-doored rooms for signs of movement, for their target, or perhaps some untimely trap. Markus keeps steady grip of his firearm in case the latter rears itself up as reality, perpetually prepared to be met with the worst case scenario.
He isn’t. Peggy finds Patil first, and Markus — aware that his own primary objective is to protect her at all costs — immediately drifts towards her. His concern that UNA soldiers might still be slinking about in her apartment is upended by a more worrisome truth: confirmation of five already on the way.]
They’re already here. [-he breathes out, the spoken word all for Patil’s sake. But the second half is for Peggy and Patil both.] Get behind me.
[Shifting his body in front of them, he stands with shoulders squared and feet planted firmly onto the ground. Markus doesn’t waste time, preferring preemptive precaution as opposed to acting too late; dark clothes and bulletproof gear obscure the blue pulsing at his chest, but the result becomes clear — in front of them, a semi-transparent shield that shimmers with lazy waves of the reflected apartment lights.
Fifteen feet by fifteen feet. Just as he had described to Fitz prior, and more than enough to keep a group of three behind cover. More than enough to be a bulwark against whatever might make it through that front door. A message to the others, android-quick:] Shields up inside.
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Spine steeled, mind wrought in focus, it’s easy enough to slip inside the apartment once the path is open. Beneath an obscuring mask, keen eyes dart about, to check adjoining corridors and open-doored rooms for signs of movement, for their target, or perhaps some untimely trap. Markus keeps steady grip of his firearm in case the latter rears itself up as reality, perpetually prepared to be met with the worst case scenario.
He isn’t. Peggy finds Patil first, and Markus — aware that his own primary objective is to protect her at all costs — immediately drifts towards her. His concern that UNA soldiers might still be slinking about in her apartment is upended by a more worrisome truth: confirmation of five already on the way.]
They’re already here. [-he breathes out, the spoken word all for Patil’s sake. But the second half is for Peggy and Patil both.] Get behind me.
[Shifting his body in front of them, he stands with shoulders squared and feet planted firmly onto the ground. Markus doesn’t waste time, preferring preemptive precaution as opposed to acting too late; dark clothes and bulletproof gear obscure the blue pulsing at his chest, but the result becomes clear — in front of them, a semi-transparent shield that shimmers with lazy waves of the reflected apartment lights.
Fifteen feet by fifteen feet. Just as he had described to Fitz prior, and more than enough to keep a group of three behind cover. More than enough to be a bulwark against whatever might make it through that front door. A message to the others, android-quick:] Shields up inside.