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Marcus raised his gaze up to the door at the knock, and gestured the young doctor in. "House call," he joked, and Marcus' expression lightened to amusement, though the smile was minimal. He didn't laugh often, but it was getting easier. The longer the peace held, the better things would be for the people here. "Jackson," Marcus used his name as a greeting, and pushed to a stand. Marcus stilled like a bit for formality, even though he was no longer the man who believed that every rule was meant to be kept to the letter.

"How is she?" He asked in a low voice, knowing that Jackson would know who he spoke of. Abby. She had been unable to walk for a while, but Marcus knew she was stubborn. Nothing would keep her down long. Until she was able to fully move with ease, Jackson and Marcus had taken over the roles. Once Abby was up moving she would want to take on the dual roles of lead doctor and chancellor. Marcus didn't like the idea of her doing both, but he wasn't going to upset things by offering an power struggle right now. He would just support her as best as he could.

There was a storm coming. Marcus wanted to be out there looking for the kids, but with the storm approaching he knew they were safer here. Not only because it could get them lost, but because the locals were dangerous. Still, all the kids were missing. Over 40 of them. He was debating on trying to go out there, but after talking with Sinclair he had ordered the men to withdrawal to the Ark, for it to be sealed, and everyone to wait. They could prepare weapons while they waited. One thing he was dreading was telling the parents that they wouldn't be going directly out.

Which was why when he heard Callie's voice he paused before turning around. Marcus walked toward her and came to a slow rest near Callie. He hated to do this to her, but he had to think of the whole group. "No word. Sinclair says there is large storm coming, and we are pulling the men back for now. Once it has past we will go back out there and find them." Marcus hesitated for a second before reaching out to touch her shoulder. He had to be the strong unyielding one right now for the people, but he couldn't be authoritative with her. "I promise we will not stop looking for them. I will not stop looking for her." He was fond of Lily, and he wasn't just doing that for Callie; but he wanted her to know that he would not stop until he found her daughter. "We have reason to believe they will be found alive." The fact that there was no blood and bodies. The man that had tried to take Blake and Collins had been taking them to see their leader, so that should be where the kids were.

Marcus knew she was talking but he couldn't hear her right now. His thoughts where too loud in his own head to hear anything over his thoughts. Her voice was a muted mumbling in the background while he tried to understand what he was reading. Looking up from the list he blinked a few times, while noticing that she was looking at him. Right, he had not been paying attention to her. That was bad because they needed to know where the antibodies had gotten into her system, and he needed to ask her that first-- "Your blood type and your father's blood type aren't the same." Maybe not first.

Marcus wasn't trained in medical things, but he did have a rare type so he knew why he had to give more often. "Nor your mother's." She didn't match her parents. He must know what that meant in the back of his mind but the words wouldn't come forward. Why didn't she match them? They had to match right? That was how it worked. He got his blood type from his father, and they were both rare. "Do you know who's blood type you have?" How did she get it?

Marcus' plan went just how he predicted. Blake approached, made a move which Marcus countered with a kick, and ended up in a head lock. Marcus was pleased to find out that this was were Blake stopped being predictable. He kicked Marcus' knee which made him loosen a hold; and got out of it the rest of the way with other impromptu moves. Pushing out of the fight, Marcus pulled away and took a few steps back. Looking up at the younger man, Marcus watched him for a moment before the sound of a slow clap filled the room. It was then Marcus realized that everyone was watching.

Looking over he noticed Jaha standing near the door, and the clap had come from him. Blake had just impressed not only the vice chancellor, and many of his superiors by showing instinct to not give up (they were all well aware of Marcus' training tests and styles), but also the chancellor of the Ark. Marcus watched Jaha leave the room, before looking back at Blake. "Most cadets do as you did. The approach and don't think about their whole body, but about the upper body. It's why a kick always gets them off guard." He explained, "And once I get the upper hand, they admit defeat and tap out . . . but not you." And that was the test. TO see if he was going to give up easy, or if he was going to really fight this to the top. "I'm impressed you thought on your toes and didn't stop until you were free. That will serve you well as a guard."

He walked closer, but showed no move to attack. He was teaching. "No one wants to get arrested. The rules of the Ark is clear. The goal will be making the arrest without letting them harm you or anyone else while doing it." He turned to gesture to one of the officers, who them came up. "I want you to try and arrest him." Marcus waited until the officer was on the other side of the mat before speaking in a low voice. "He is going to try to over power you. You're younger then he is, and he has years of training. He expects an easy win . . . don't give it too him. Where he has strength, and arrogance; you are going to need to use speed and strategy." Another test. Most cadets would try this on their own and get their tails beat. Classroom training said, don't try this alone. Yet once they got out into the training mats and in the Ark they still tried and got hurt. Marcus wanted to know if Bellamy would be smart about this, and make a plan of attack that put safety over pride.

"You would do that for me, Sir?" Marcus knew that he had surprised the younger man, and he half smiled at the reaction. "Blake, one thing I admire most is boldness. People who will do more then the others. It is very rare that a cadet walks up and speaks to me." It had even taken Aurora weeks to come up and speak to him of something besides training. Callie had come to him, and he had admired that too. "I look forward to seeing what you can do."

"I hope to do my family proud." Marcus wondered about his family. He knew that Blake's father had been floated a long time ago for assaulting a guard, but he didn't know much else about the family. "I am sure you will. I will have permission sent to your ID card to get into the training areas for tomorrow." Marcus said dismissing himself before turning to look over the class once more, and then leaving. He felt a slight pain in his chest at the meeting Aurora's son, knowing that had he made different choices that it could well have been his son. Though then he wouldn't be the vice chancellor.

The following day, Marcus walk walking down the hall with his mother. She had once again sought him out to ask him to come to one of her meetings or for supper. Marcus always told her not. He didn't have a good relationship with his mother. There was much that he didn't like about his past, and she was a hard reminder of that. He saw someone walking down the hall, and noted that it was Blake. Marcus held up his hand to tell the cadet not to approach, before addressing his mother quietly, and making a false promise to see her late. Once that was done he walked away from her and joined Blake at the door, before sliding his ID so they could enter. "There is a locker room back that way, if you need to change." He said, having already been in his training gear under his jacket.

Marcus always liked to give the welcoming and opening speech to the new recruits because it made him more of a physical presence. It allowed the cadets to see him as both man and leader--which was good when it cam to earning their loyalty. He knew the men under his command were very loyal it him. So like always he gave the speech to them, and explained to them what his exceptions were, and then was speaking to the instructor before taking his leave. A young man came up to them, and Marcus shifted his attention to him as the cadet held out his hand in greeting. Marcus reached his hand out, but paused at the name. After a half second pause he took the young man's hand and shook it.

"Blake. I knew your mother back when she was a cadet. You have some impressive shoes to fill." Marcus admitted, knowing that he had been Aurora's training officer back int he day but didn't want to bring attention to how he had begun to fall in love with her. Knowing that it would hurt both their careers to have an relationship while he was her superior, Marcus had broken it off. Shortly later she quit and begun a family with another. Marcus had been hurt for a while, but then had met Callie and she'd helped him heal. It didn't mean that he had not thought of her often. He looked at the instructor in a look that said 'leave' in his polite authority; and the instructed made an excuse to walk away. "And how is your mother? She must be pleased you are following in her wake." He asked managing to keep most emotion from his tone, so the question sounded almost polite asking rather then how he really wanted to know.

"Which path way are you joining?" There was a few educational paths a cadet could take. There was the ones who wanted to be more then a guard, and took some politics courses, or human relation ones; and others who took more training so they could move up the ranks as a guard. Callie herself had become something more then just a guard member, and it was one of the reasons that there was now more paths for cadets to follow. She was paving the way for change, and Marcus was already wishing he had never let her go years ago. But she was back with him now, and that was all that matter.