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Marcus was aware that he had a file at the police station. Well, maybe not a file but probably a running notice that he called in about things a lot. And he was suspected to be onto the government's cover-ups. But maybe that was just the FBI. He didn't know. In any event, Marcus was aware that sometimes, the police didn't take him very seriously.

So when someone stole the head of his very impressive and very cool looking, (if he did say so himself), metal sculpture of a viking Marcus was stuck with police saying 'Marcus please just look around your property you might have misplaced it'. Which was false. One didn't just lose their heads, (he was very meticulous about his sculptures. And their limbs). It was only when someone took an arm did the police start to take Marcus seriously. It was when a second arm was taken that they said they'd look into it. Now, he was down to a torso and one sad looking leg.

He rather liked his viking sculpture. It was very interesting and at the least it did tend to keep people from trying to take his flamingo. Still, he was down a head, two arms, and a leg. And despite his thoughts that it could be something otherworldly, he was also being practical. He was more than aware of the teenagers that had recently been skulking about his home, and on how the stolen limbs all were taken during daylight hours when he was at work. 9-5. Hours teens no longer had because school was out.

Marcus figured it was teenagers or some very odd creatures with just good taste in art. In either case, he wanted to at least get it all done properly so IF it was teenagers, they'd be held accountable. Youth was no excuse for crime after all.

He'd been in the middle of nothing more than mundane laundry when the knock on the door had Marcus jumping. He'd nearly forgotten he was supposed to be expecting someone from the station. Tripping over a stool as he made his way to the front door, he went through the motions.

Peeking through the window, then the eye-hole, then opening it just a hair with the sliding lock still latched.
"......" There was no verbal questioning, just a small look up and down at the man on his porch.
The door slammed shut then was opened very quickly, a visibly pleased Marcus standing on the other side.

"You're here about my stolen viking yeah?" They had sent someone, which as far as Marcus was concerned, was already a vast improvement to 'Mr. LeCroix it is one am and we have been over this before; if you don't close the lid on the trash bins raccoons will get inside and cause a disturbance. No one is stealing your garbage.'

Relaxing and motioning for the detective to come inside, Marcus smiled looking around to make usre the man would have a place to sit. A place not occupied by various textbooks and too many copies of old National Geographic.

"Come on in. Or do you need to see whats been stolen first?" Marcus had never really had a formal report done on anything he owned. Not one that even he suspected was probably mundane at the least.

"TV isn't always accurate as far as cops and robbers as it goes."

A non that looked more like Marcus bouncing his head, the man went to a nearby bookcase, pulling out a photo album. It was large, worn on the edges, and holding too many photos given its bubbled cover and back.
"Now let's see here." It hit the coffee table with a dull think before Marcus opened it, fanning through the pages while catching the few photos and newspaper clippings that threatened to fall out.

"Ah there we go." Pulling out a photo, it showed a very proud looking Marcus in front of what could only be described as a very sharp and metal sculpture of a man that appeared vaguely Nordic.
"And..." Another Photo, this one a detail shot which was actually slightly impressive, if only because it showed the embossing work on part of the 'clothes' portion.

"It was just out front. Or what's left of it is out front. A bit to the side because I guess someone who drives by in the mornings complained about it's being creepy. No creepier than ceramic lawn gnomes and cookie cutter holiday decorations in my opinion but what can you do about assimilation yeah?"
He froze, eyes looking towards Shun with a sudden interest.
"Er, not that I am against the nuclear family all American ideal. Nope. Nothing wrong with it. Not a thing. I just uh, prefer... other forms of artistic expression. Not government mandated ones."
WAS THIS GUY IN DEEP OR WAS HE LEGIT?

Marcus wasn't so sure if he'd made a mistake.

Letting out a low hum, Marcus lifted up his hand as he mentally counted. It had been there since he'd gotten his new couch in april and he started his last project in may just before the incident...
"At least 4 months. Not long enough for me to get moss or vine problems on it, but long enough that I had someone interested in buying it. Tourist from California- said it was very catchy and would look super 'dope' in their vegan cafe." Marcus's expression betrayed his thoughts on just how he felt about vegan cafes.

"Haven't heard back from them, but, even if I did, can't just sell a leg and a torso now can I?" He walked around what was left of his creation.
"Or I could and just say it's abstract. I digress. How do you think would do this?"

Aside from metal eating demons or such was what he wanted to ask but so far he'd not smelled brimstone.
Yet.

To Marcus's eyes, he didn't see much aside from 'Missing statue' and 'I should water the flowerbed it looks sad'. "Its slightly heavy. Enough you could crush a flowerbed or small dog with it but not a small child." Arms crossed as if this was an important safety measure.

"The whole things is fairly heavy. Legs mostly for support. But the upper half was mostly lighter material. You'd need two people at least. Or just one super beefy person. Depending." It wasn't a very good answer in the slightest.

"It could have been moved via levitation or a tractor beam." A finger pointed skyward and to the tree line which was actually well kept and trimmed. "I've seen lights sometimes you know, and they don't make noise. They never do." He looked around the yard then across to the neighbor's lawn.
"The parts vanished in daylight though, which isn't when they usually come about. Night might seem cliche but its the best time, less we might catch them but if you're smart you can easily spot them."

Marcus was being 100% serious.

Marcus nodded a bit too enthusiastically at Shun's inquiry of keeping the photos. "Sure, sure. I have digital copies. Just in case you know." One could never have too much data backed up. Unless it was secret documents that were incriminating in which case you kept that under lock and key and burred in a suitcase off the side of a highway.

Just in case.

"Hrm. Parts would go missing while I was at work. So, 8 to 6 really. Commute takes me a while. Still, can't blame them. It's was a decent piece of art. Now it's not even worth being called abstract." He looked at what remained and gave a sigh.
"Now it's just sad. BUT-" He reached out giving Shun a slap on the back.
"I'm sure you'll find something. Though, if one were to hear lights-" A look was cast towards the wooded back of his home. "-I would be polite. It's always best not to get on the bad side of people and things. Even if to stay safe we have to you know," A motion to Shun's badge,

"We have to work for them." Marcus was starting the usual Marcus Flair. Illuminati.

Marcus counted back on his fingers.
"Tuesday, Thursday, and Sunday. They worked their way from the head down."

Walking towards the front of the lawn, there was a brief moment that Marcus started looking over into his neighbor's yards, then trying to squint to see into their windows. A look up for drones and-
"Okay so, the man you know. Them- I trust you because your name has been mentioned before around, but, I'm talking about the government. The real government." He snorted.

"And no I'm not talking lizard people, I'm talking Illuminati. Not the fake kind." As if there were types.