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In this particular memory, Marcus appeared to be in his late teens, eighteen or nineteen? Gabriel couldn't quite tell and wasn't bothered searching for such information, especially when his she-wolf was in the middle of taking out the Hellhound's surrounding her. He refocused on the memory and 'rewound it' back to the start, listening carefully to Marcus' thoughts and the words spoken between them, not just seeing the images like he did before. He needed to know everything before making a judgement. 

Marcus was leaning against a tree, watching the flames of the fire flicker at the campsite this group of rogues set up for the evening. They completed their mission and were regrouping for the night, their intention to camp out until morning. He was given different orders than Nyx on this particular mission, but he didn't know what was taking her so long. He looked at the time on his burner phone, she was two hours late, and the moon was already high up in the sky.