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Markus eyed Lucian silently as he finally began to speak. Markus was only able to give him a simple nod as he understood what he was trying to get at. It made sense, Lucian had never her before, ontop of everything else that was happening, well...Lucian's concern was warrented. But he knew the moment Isimir started talking, Lucian would see exactly what he meant. As much as he didn't want to admit it, Erin was more of a hazzard and danger to herself, more than anyone else. The only reason why she typically got anyone else killed, was due to her own recklessness, unless it was strictly in combat. Then that was entirely a different subject.
Markus rose to his feet and retrieved another glass, topping it off before he came back and handed it to Isimir, who swallowed it in one go. "Well, okay. That's fair enough. But uh, first. Big fan, Lucian. Can I call you Lucian? Or is it Mitchell? Mr. Mitchell? Mr. Lucian-" Just...Just answer my question, you idiot." Markus interrupted. Folding his arms across his chest. His eyes fixating on Erin. Who only have him a small chuckle in response as she shifted in the chair. "Okay, I was simply trying to get familiar with my new friend, but okay. Asshole." she retorted. "But, if you guys are being maskless, then so will I then." she said simply, removing the black leather mask that only covered the upper part of her face. Revealing a much younger looking face than Lucian may have been expecting. Seeing as Erin was indeed only twenty-three, in comparison to them.
Erin combed her fingers through her hair for a moment, "Well, first. You can call me Erin. Which, from what Markus here said before, you already knew that. So, thanks, ya dick." she shot in Markus' direction. Before looking back at Lucian, her hands clasped in front of her. "I got called into a simple mission, alright? Track down a van that had been reported missing, stop it, and bring whatever cargo it had inside." she took a deep breath, "Apparently, what they forgot to inform me of was...well..What they were transporting. Blades. But not just any, nah. Would have been too simple." she slowly rose to her feet, managing to catch herself as she was still somewhat light-headed.
"They were blades that could cut through metal that were powered by machines. I managed to jump onto the damn van, and well...They got me in the side. I fell off, got hit by an on-coming car, that didn't even have the kindness to stop and see if I was okay. But, that's fine. Karma will bite them in the ass." she mumbled. "So...I called you, Markus. Cuz, I knew if I was gonna die...I'd at least want someone I could trust to get me out of sight until I came back...Which...I can see that was the right choice." she said softly, before looking down at the ground.
Markus nodded, folding his own hands. He understood it, and knew she was being honest. "God damn....You really are fucking useless, huh?" he mumbled. "Hey now. Not entirely. I managed to get their tags, alright? Even if they're fake plate numbers, I at least have something. That and I sorta....Put a tracker on the truck. So, unless they ditched it, or found it, I'll be able to find the damn thing. So, suck it, Vasco." Erin shot back. Markus simply rolled his eyes before he looked at Lucian, "So, you still think she's a threat?" Markus scoffed.
"Hey, I'll have you know, I can be very threatening." Markus rolled his eyes once more before he walked back into the kitchen, "Yeah, and so can a pomaranian. I'm shaking in my boots over here." he shot back, with a fake expression of fear. Erin rolled her eyes, before looking back at Lucian, "So, got yourself stuck with Mr. Stick Up His Ass, huh? I feel sorry for you."