Marcus looked at his list of missions- a few he knew exactly who to bring and who to tell what but this one. A ghost town tourist trap with rumors of monsters in the mines. The locals didn't want to talk to anyone who didn't look like them, and Marcus being...well, not a white western homegrown cowboy of the south, wasn't exactly equip to do it on his own or with his usual roster of trainees.

He needed someone who fit the bill.

Flipping through the names and photos, one stood out. He'd seen the guy at that beauty pageant and hey, raunchy as his act was, he fit the job description better than others. Shooting off a text, Marcus waited in the garage of Life, sitting in the rainbow colored van.

silent spy
Text to Wyatt: Hey, come down to the garages by the life building. In the rainbow Moon Mystery Machine. I might have a possible mission for you.