“You want me to do what exactly?” Marcus sighed as he eyed the robbed figure before him.
“I don’t want you to do anything. Arnold does.” Two snapped. “He wants you to ask your girlfriend about the Night Driver.”
“That little cartridge your boss got a bit too worked up over?” Marcus laughed. “Really? What else do you want me to do? Pick out some special toys to make him feel better? She’s not my girlfriend by the way.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Two waved his hand dismissively. “Anyway, he wants you to ask her if she knows anything about its disappearance or, you know, if she did it or whatever.”
“And why should I do this for you?”
“Because you’re still standing because of us. Don’t think we haven’t talked about offing you for your incompetence. I would gladly do it in a heartbeat.” He grinned wickedly.
Marcus scuffed his shoe on the floor a couple times before looking back up at the council member. “You know, you act more like one of those Defilers y’all keep spouting on about.”
“I know.” He smirked. “And I don’t care.”
“Well you should. I’ve seen the way Winter and One look at you.”
Two narrowed his eyes at Marcus, frowning deeply. “I can take care of myself.”
The man raised his hands in mock defeat and said, “Alright. Alright. But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
Marcus disappeared into the darkness as Two glared at his retreating form. He knew that the others didn’t like him. He also knew that he was more Defiler than Purifier especially compared to goody-two-shoes One. But he was here for the same reason as the others. He wanted the world to reach Utopia. He sincerely did. But he didn’t know whether he wanted Arnold’s Utopia or his own.