Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

THE FALL OUT

The sun shone brightly over Washington, D.C., illuminating the scars left behind by the night’s chaos. Marcus stood in front of the Capitol, surrounded by a sea of reporters, cameras flashing like lightning. The air buzzed with energy, a mix of relief and tension that filled the space around him.

“Marcus! How do you feel after disarming the bomb?” a reporter shouted, pushing her microphone closer.

He took a deep breath, scanning the crowd. “It was a team effort. We acted quickly to protect our city,” he said, keeping his tone steady, even as adrenaline still coursed through his veins.

Another reporter called out, “What do you say to the families affected by the attack?”

Marcus’s heart ached at the thought. “My thoughts and prayers are with them. We must come together to support those who have suffered. This isn’t just about me; it’s about all of us.”

Evelyn stood beside him, her expression a mix of pride and concern. She leaned in, her voice low. “They’re seeing you as a hero, Marcus.