If was about noon, if the position of Polyphemus up above was any indication. Marik's speeding form ripped across the forest floor. He was getting close. He could easily smell the smoke from the unobtanium processing refineries in Hell's Gate; that, and he could see the activity of choppers going about their daily business.
'Ketuwongs(aliens) don't have any clue of the danger they're in.'
He stopped when he arrived in the familiar clearing, the one where he ambushed the soldiers and let them take him away. 'It should be right around here.'
He used his memory and sense of smell to retrace his steps till he found the right tree. He scoured around the base before finally finding his suit hiding under some roots. 'Just where I left it.'
He picks up the visored helmet and looks at his reflection for a moment. 'Wow...it feels so different now. Hard to believe I wore this everyday.'
Ignoring the weird feeling that had been stirring inside of his head, he slipped his head into the helmet.