(( Wow, I had almost given up on this, but something in the back of my head told me to check it... )) Marcus leaned back in his chair. It was quiet, slow day. For now, at least. He actually didn't mind these periods of inactivity, although they weren't why he left the SCSF; he had left because of the red tape he had to go through to help people. Due to this, opinion of the SCSF was rather polarized, and support had popped up for untrained vigilante groups, such as the famous "White Collar Gang" (but more on that later.) He checked the security cameras again while running a hand through his very short blond hair. It was unbelievable that nothing had happened: it would be the fifth day in a row. The Kurokama Arms was a very large complex. Two pools, two subterranean water-filled apartment "buildings" that had been converted from pools (they were for the aquatic supernatural beings, such as merpeople,) and a large center building. As such, there were too many things to be taken care of, but Marcus managed. With a sigh, he straightened his position and let the chair's front legs fall back onto the floor.
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