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The front door swings open and Marcus catches it before it’s forceful opening does damage to the plastering and wallpaper.

“That makes two of us, Jorge.” Marcus steps into the house scanning everything before his eyes set on his former brother in arms. The heels of his boots thump on the wooden floor and his spurs cling with each step. Marcus was visibly frustrated, agitated. He was distrustful of Jorge’s sudden reappearance and different scent. Yet the battles they fought together in the past urged Marcus to further investigate.

Jorge and Rep were no fools, they knew what Marcus was thinking by the grizzly glare of him. He was here for answers.