He needed to go back. It seemed like he had only recently returned to New York City, but Cairo was calling to him. He had to go back and aid in whatever relief efforts he was capable of. Marc wasn't going to go alone this time, he was going to bring Lily with him. She wouldn't have a problem leaving the country, it was Marc who had the difficulty leaving and entering the United States. This meant they would have to travel by less traditional means.Thankfully, Marc had his connections, that was the benefit of working as a mercenary for most of your days. There were always people to get in touch with for whatever he may had needed, in this case, transportation. Landing in Cairo was out of the question, it was too much of a wreck, but there were ways around it.
It was early in the morning, or late in the evening depending on how you looked at it, when the two of them departed the city. Marc had arranged for them to travel on a cargo plane that was going their way, no questions asked, mostly because he paid a handsome sum for the both of them. It was the two of them and a small trunk with his costume and some pieces from his armory. They weren't going to just help move rubble and recover bodies, they were going to take care of the criminal element that were taking advantage of the situation. The police could only do so much with everything that was going on, though, he thought they might be slightly more receptive to the two of them doing their work than the NYPD had been. This had reminded him of his mercenary days.
Marc made sure to dress as if he was going to be part of a relief effort and implored Lily to do the same.He didn't want the two of them to arouse any suspicion as things had been tense in this region of the world as of late. They'd get in, do their part during the day, but when the sun set, that's when they would really go to work. Marc, with the help of the plane's pilot, carried the trunk onto the plane, then showed them to where they could sit and relax during the upcoming twelve hour flight. As he sat, he adjusted his black and white Shemagh, waiting for the crew to finish their final preparations before departing. Marc had only slept for a couple hours before he woke back up, they would be landing soon enough. He walked the plane in the meantime, keeping quiet as he awaited their arrival.
He returned to his seat once they started their descent, they were landing about an hour north of Cairo. After the plane landed, the cargo bay door opened, light from the midday sun pouring in, followed by the heat that came along with it. He pulled part of the Shemagh up to cover his mouth and nose before he stood up. "Time to go." he said to his companion as he stood up. A member of the crew assisted Marc with his trunk this time, carrying it to the open topped jeep that was waiting for the two of them, a favor from a friend. The trunk was placed in the back and Marc took to the driver's seat. Once Lily and her belongings got in, he pulled away from the makeshift airfield in the middle of the desert. He knew where he was going, he had spent a considerable amount of time in this country.
"We're about an hour away from the city. A former colleague of mine is letting us stay at his place while he's in Mongolia." Marc said, raising his voice a bit due to the engine and the wind. He gazed around as they rode through the desert, the sun bearing down on the two of them as they drew closer to the city. He navigated the wrecked parts of the city carefully until he had reached the part of the city where they were to stay. Pulling the jeep over, he got out and went to the back to get his trunk. He had no difficulty lifting it, but he didn't turn down the help from the plane crew earlier. Before he entered the home they would be staying in, he took a moment to take in his surroundings. He had never seen destruction on this grand a scale before. Whatever had caused this, he hoped it was the last time, but had a feeling it wouldn't.
He carried his trunk as he lead Lily inside the empty home which showed some signs of wear and signs of the attack, but it was livable, that was the important part. Marc tried a light switch in the kitchen but got no sort of response. "Still no power." he said as he looked down at the light switch. Thankfully the place had a couple of windows to let the light in at various places. "It'll have to be candles at night then." he remarked as he dropped the trunk in the connected living room. "We'll get more food and water tomorrow, but for now, we can use what's here and not expired." added Marc as he looked to Lily. He made his way over to one of the windows, looking out of it and to the city. "City's in worse shape than I thought it was, we will have our hands full here."