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Marcus picked up his breakfast and took a bit of it. He had a late start to his morning today, because the planning for something went late into last night. He was getting too old to stay up all night, be he felt it this morning. Still, Marcus never let himself appear as tired or stressed as he felt. As per his normal, his hair was neat, his clothing clean and free of any wrinkle. He liked things clean, neat and in order. Thankfully, he had a wife who did so as well, thus everything in his life was perfect.

Hearing a knock, he moved to the door and opened it. With a smile, he stepped back so his son could enter. "Bellamy, you just missed your mother." He told him, shutting the door behind his son. Walking back tot he table he gestured to some of the food. "Eat something, so I don't get scolded for not eating it all." The Ark didn't have much food to spare, so there was not a lot on the table. Even still, Marcus liked to see his family first first. Then he always knew he had taken care of them. Thankfully his job paid well, and they never lacked for food unless there was an Ark wide shortage. Even then, his son had always ate first. It was his job as a father, and husband to make sure of it.

“Senior Office Kane.” Marcus looked up when the door opened--and then looked over her head. She didn't have pants on. He was certain of it. Aurora opened the door and let him walk in and he almost didn't but the idea of her standing there like it when the door was open so anyone could see when they walked by didn't sit well with him so he stepped in. “Of course I have a moment. Take a seat, please. Do you want something? A drink?” She turned to walk toward the table, and Marcus' eyes fell over her back side.

She was wearing pants of some sort but they didn't count as pants. He made his eyes jump back to her face before she turned around. "No, I came to talk to you about tomorrow as I am changing a few things, and I want to make to make sure that everyone knows what is expected." Maybe if they sat he wouldn't have to see her not there pants. Only thing about them. A lot. Walking over to the table, he pulled out a chair and waited for her to sit before sitting. "I want you to cover the kids' masquerade rather then the hall. We want the kids to have fun, without getting out of control." Which was why he was putting her there. She looked less stern then Shumway.

Callie was sick. When someone got sick on the Ark they were put in medical, and visitors were forbidden because any spread of infection could cause an outbreak. It was a mild sickness, and she would be out soon, but until then Marcus knew someone had to keep an eye on cassandra, Callie's daughter. He had tired to find someone appropriate, but in the end couldn't and so it would be him and her for a few days. How hard could it be to take care of a teenage girl for a few days?

Marcus entered in the code and walked into Callie's place. Space was tight on the Ark, but as Callie was one of the privileged, she had a bit more space then most. He spotted Cass on the couch, and walked over too her. "You'r mother's has come down with strep throat. She will be in medical for a few days." He told her, trying to make sure his voice was softer so the news wouldn't worry her. "Doctor Griffin thinks that she will be find in a few days, but until then you will be staying at my place." Because she wasn't trusted on her own. He didn't think she would do anything to break the law, but there were boys who she might invite over, or who knew what trouble she might get into.

Marcus walked along the hall, moving toward the next cadet on his list. He was making rounds tonight to make sure that everyone knew what was expected tomorrow, as this was their first working shift as cadets. He was switching some things up, so he wanted to personally talk to each and everyone one of them about making sure everything went perfectly tomorrow. Their smoothness meant it looked well on him--if they screwed up then he looked bad and he would take it out on them. There was less chance of that if he told them each what he expected.

He knocked on the last door, and wanted for her to open it. Blake, Aurora. She was good. He could see her moving up quickly when she made the guard. When. Not if, because it was clear she was going to make it though he had not told her that. You could tell about some. You could see when they had what it took, and when they lacked the ability to do what needed to be done. When the door opened, he looked up with a slight smile; "Do you have a minute?" He asked, though it was clear by his tone that this wasn't a request.

Marcus couldn't stop looking at her. She looked like her mother. He had a daughter. "I'm telling you now," One that was locked up until she was 18, but he could change what happened afterwards. The council would vote to float her, he knew that, but if he could sway the vote--speak in her favor, he could change things. It wouldn't hard, there was many who wanted favors owed by him and he could give them that. He wasn't sure about what might happen if this failed, but he wouldn't let it. Worst case he'd go to Jaha himself and ask for a pardon.

He would need to think about this before he acted on it. "The real question it . . . " Black walked closer to him, and Marcus finally looked up at him. "What are you going to do about it?" He didn't know. He needed to think, and Marcus wasn't a man of impulse. Right now he could only think about how Aurora had lied to him. "I'm not going to abandon her, if that is what your asking. I don't know anything more then that right now." He looked back down at the photo. "How long have you known she was my daughter?" Did Octavia know who her father was? He would find out soon enough because he would be going to see her shortly. What did one say to a teenage daughter?

He wasn't sure it is was a trait he got from his mother (which it most likely was) or if it was something he got from his father, but either way, Bellamy got right to the point. "You'll need someone to head the team being sent to Earth." Marcus turned to fully face Bellamy and watched him as he kept going. Marcus made sure that his face was impassive, and did to hint that this was something he already had expected of his son. "I'd like to volunteer." It was Earth. The risk alone was one Marcus would take if he could, but he was needed here and knew he could not volunteer.

Marcus walked forward slowly, and came to rest before his son. "We have spent many hours in the last week talking about this mission, and planning it. We know exactly who we want to lead it." He told Bellamy, giving the moment a slightly dramatic air become smiling, "I just wanted him to volunteer before I asked this of him, so I knew this was what he wanted." Because Bellamy was his son, and he had proven himself to be a man of honor and lawful. The guards serving under him held him in respect and did not fear him. They followed him because they wanted too.

It made him have everything needed for the job. "The council has already agreed to back you should you wish the job. I can't say I am thrilled you are going, because I risk you loosing my son--but I have to have faith that this will work, and that I will join you there within a few months."

"So you're telling me that seventeen years ago, you didn't have relations with Aurora Blake?" He was not about to tell the son of Aurora Blake that 17 years ago he met up with his mother at an Unity Day event, lost control and took her against the very wall the kid was now standing near. Instead Marcus only stared him down and opted not to kiss and tell.

"It isn't a coincidence, and this isn't something you can just deny." No! It had to bed, because . . . because of reasons that he damn well didn't know but they had to be there! He wasn't a father! He wasn't a father to an illegal child! He wasn't! He knew it wasn't sound agreeing, but he damn well wasn't! A DNA test could be done by him without even needing to leave this room! Which was he was going to damn well do. "My mother is already dead," Marcus was all too aware of that. He had made sure the boy was floated but Blake was pushing his luck. "Don't let the same happen to your daughter." He didn't have one, and if he did then he would have damn well protected her better then hiding her in a room for 16 years!

Marcus took a deep breath, one that spoke at how annoyed he was, before walking away from Bellamy and reaching for his tablet. "Your accusations are easy enough to disprove." There he brought up Octavia Blake's files. One of the standard practices when finding an legal child was to always put them through s series of medical exams and see what no vacationists or little supplies had done to their bodies. Marcus was about to prove that Blake was lying and then find some suitable punishment for this how thing! However, the second he looked at her blood type he knew. It was a rare type.

Marcus' body language sifted--it was subtle but not so minimal that it wasn't noticeable. Before he had been stiff, formal and confidant. The moment he noticed the blood type he knew that Blake was telling him the truth, and he shock caused him to feel like he was floundering a bit. He had a daughter. He was a father. His hand moved to zoom in on the photo of her girl and he really looked at her. Not just at her file, but looked at her face. Good gosh she was beautiful. She was his daughter. He knew he needed to say something, or do something to regain control over this moment but he couldn't. "Why didn't she tell me?" He asked in a low voice, that held both regreat, and confussion, and loss, and anger; and somehow all at once.