He wore a black eye patch over his left eye and a scar ran from his left temple to the corner of his lips. A slight stubble of beard shaded the lower half of his face, all but the scar line, leaving a pale crescent in the dark. His uncovered eye glittered, black and dangerous in his ruggedly handsome face. He waited as they scanned for weapons. He stepped forward, lighting a dark, thin object. The pungent odor of a cheroot filled the confined space. Squinting past the smoke he gazed into Marc's eyes. Marc's weapon pointed at the other man's head his expression predatory.
A crooked grin cracked his face in half, the scar pulling his left lip up at an odd angle "Marc, It's been a long time."
Marc remained aloof, not taking his eyes off the visitor, lowering his weapon or acknowledging the proffered hand.
"Kind of a cold reception, isn t it?" The smile was replaced by a slight frown, a hint of sadness in the obsidian eye.
“I thought you were dead, Wil.”
“You were sure you killed me. I got better.”
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