To show people the true intentions of ones self, is to show the world a monster. Whether or not you hold good or bad intentions, there will always be the slow and corrosive true intentions that you hold deep in your mind, and so to show the world your intentions without ruining ones own reputation, a guise is needed.

This was going to take a lot of money. Money that was potential for Markus's extended glorification of his political party. But it was somewhat of an investment plan. For what lay ahead would yield a great many rewards for Markus and his intentions. In the area Markus now stood, the thought of how everything would work out entered his mind.

He had much that needed to be planned and or placed within this area, he had only bought the storage facility this morning. "Once you get here I'll give you a set of keys to the place, and make sure you put the crates in a neat fashion." Markus spoke on a cellphone as he surveyed the large vacant spaces of the warehouse. The sun was blotted out by the black painted windows and the tightly shut large sliding barn like doors. The only thing that illuminated the inside was large lights that hung down like rope. It was perfect for what Markus had planned.

Soon after the call had ended Markus exited the warehouse. Outside he was met by group of four casually dressed men who had parked a small meat packing truck that had been filled to the brim with crates outside the warehouse. One began to open the truck once they saw Markus and slowly shuffle to take them inside. "Make it quick and lock up once your done. We don't need any cops checking in on this place." Markus then handed one of the men the keys to the place and walked to his car.

Getting guns and a few miscellaneous military items that no one would miss and a place to stash everything was easy. Two factors though, still played a crucial role in what would come to transpire.

Markus arrived discreetly behind a half torn down building from his little rendezvous, and with him from a previous meeting, a flash drive and a laptop. Thanks to an esoteric group of Conformatists, this information was made tangible to Markus and would benefit him greatly in formulating his actions.

He was set to rob a bank. On the laptop lay schematics, photos, layouts, and other important information that would be crucial to the heist that was about to be pulled. Under the cover of his discreet location he opened the laptop and began to sift through them, whilst doing so he took a notepad in hand and took notes on more considerable things than what had been supplied to him in the information.

Now of course before doing anything much concern had to be put into everything before doing something along the lines of robbing a bank. Markus was going to take it slow. First he must assemble his supplies and information, and then move onto furthering his help.

Now how to keep ones identity safe from the provoked that would most likely arise once the plan is put into action? The answer was simple, but Markus thought there would be other ways. Perhaps he could just hire people to do the job for him? But risk them crossing him like a snake? He would not chance it, Markus would accompany those who would help him and he would be of most use if opposition were to arrive.

The problem facing him was pride. The idea of dressing up in a costume could be made a bit more serious if given the right adjustments, but hiding himself from others angered Markus. He thought it cowardice, but in the end he would have to conform anyway. The job had to be done, clean hands or not.

After examining the information on the laptop and thinking over the persona to use for the up and coming event, Markus shut the computer off and placed it in his back seat. Now driving home he kept thinking about what to wear when things go into action. It could not show a single inch of his skin, nor allow any traceable factors to be relinquished into the hands of authorities.

Before taking any long term commitment to any clothing that would be put into this personification of Markus, he had to think about his own protection. Bullet proof vests and other types of light body armor would be easy to obtain thanks to the party. A radio headset would be needed to communicate to others who would be joining him, as well as a tactical vest to hold small weaponry, such as a hand gun or a combat knife, as well as some clips for the pistol. Hopefully if all goes well, Markus won't have to lift a finger or pull a single trigger.

Another thing to put into consideration is that bullets hurt, even if stopped. This would hinder Markus, even if he survived, quite prone. What good would he be with a multitude of broken ribs and laying on the ground writhing in pain? Hockey pads! The thought crossed Markus mind like a stray cat. He remembered hearing about men who placed hockey pads under their bullet proof vests to hasten the blows, and keep themselves steady during a heist similar to the one in the works. The same would hopefully work for Markus.

Let's see, I have covered tools, armor, what else? Thinking as though he had forgot something, Markus continued to brain storm. He then realized it was his face he had forgot. What was going to cover it? All in due time he thought.

Lounging in his loft, now bored of the information he had gone over some dozen times, Markus made his way to his closet to hang up his suit coat. Upon opening it he saw a black trench coat. Barely noticeable in the dark, Markus fumbled his hands to grasp it from the back of the rack of hanging suits. He took it out. It was fitted with dust balls and lint, and still had the tags on it from it's purchase. He never wore it due to it's close apparel likeness to a more renowned politician from Germany, but now it would prove useful. "I remember getting this for Christmas about 4 years back, stupid secret Santa."

It was obvious Markus was going to use this article of clothing, perfect amount of cover, and not seen being worn by Markus before hand. Now in the washing machine and the tags torn off it, the trench coat found a use. Markus now sipping coffee still 2:00 in the afternoon, ordered what he needed from the same men who helped load up the warehouse. A few radio headsets, some hockey pads, a pair of urban camouflaged pants, one pair of black gloves, a 2 cylinder gas mask and some jackboots. Everything else he needed was already in the warehouse, and soon his other supplies would be as well.

A quick stop at a few stores along the way back to the warehouse and Markus now had everything he needed. Once parked across the street from the warehouse, Markus looked around to make sure there was no unwanted people around. The small road that led to the entrance of the warehouse was desolate, all except for Markus's car. Markus made his way to the large sliding door and unlocked the padlock keeping it closed. The once empty area now was filled with hundreds of unmarked crates.

Markus flipped a switch on the wall to the left of the entrance which turned on the large overhead lights. Upon the retreat of the dark, it was revealed to Markus a black bag had been placed on one of these crates. Everything he came for was already placed inside it, and the loyalty of his men was most assured.

Now outside once more, Markus rushed to lock up after attainment of the items he needed. He shut off the lights and slammed the sliding door in a quick and swift movement. Homeward bound with his supplies, Markus jumped within his car and headed off to finally assemble a new persona.

Sprawled out on Markus's coffee table laid, a large assortment of miscellaneous items. A voice changer, gas mask, shoulder, arms and leg pieces of hockey pads, a morph suit that now was missing it's shoulders and face piece, and a bullet proof vest with a tactical vest attached. Markus was stitching the missing piece of the morph suit to the chest piece of the hockey pads. The outer cloth of the hockey pad provided an area to sew the cloth of the morph suit on. Now finished with that, he placed it off to the side to figure out the rest of the puzzle.

"God this is going to look terrible, well at least no one will know who I am, hopefully." He took the scrap of the morph suit and threw it away and made his way back to the table. He picked up the voice changer that he had bought from the store on his way to the warehouse. It was separated into two pieces, a microphone that could be placed on someones ear like a headset, and a small square where the sound was distorted. Markus flipped a switch on the box and connected the headset and began to speak into the microphone.

"Hello." Markus stated, as his voice was suppressed with a deeper toned one from the box. "This will work perfectly!" Markus exclaimed as he turned off the box. The changer also fit perfectly in a pouch on the tactical vest, which would work well for the set up he had in mind.

The mirror that now stood parallel to Markus showed each and every distinct feature of the disguise Markus had finally pieced together. He moved around a bit and examined every angle of his suit as his jackboots he had put on clogged on the hard wood of his hallway quite loudly. The entirety of his physical self had been covered. The first layer of clothing was a pair of camouflaged pants and a muscle shirt simple enough. As well as the hockey pads under the pants and on his shoulders and forearms. Layered on that was the chest piece of the hockey pads and the morph mask that covered his face well.

Then came the trench coat over all that, that had been washed to a nice jet black color. It covered the hockey pads on his arms and slimmed his appearance. Over that was the final layer, a black bulletproof vest with a tactical vest attached. In it was a combat knife sheathed on the right side, a Beretta 50 caliber pistol holstered on the left side of the vest, 3 clips of ammo in 3 separate pouches near the waist, and 2 smoke grenades hooked towards the center of the vest. The vest also held the small audio box to the voice changer in a middle pouch.

Finally, the gas mask that would serve as the crowning piece of the suit, fit perfectly with the atmosphere that was given off with the rest of the suit. It combined with the black morph mask made it seem as if the mask was empty. It had also been outfitted with the microphone from the voice changer and a radio headset.

Now the only thing left to cover was Markus's personality.

"What should I call myself?" Markus said as his voice was distorted by the voice changer. He then remembered his old nickname from the military. "Hopefully, they won't put two and two together if I use that name." Markus spoke aloud thinking about the repercussions of using the name "The Tactician." "I am the Tactician." Markus said as the extremely distorted low tone rang out.

Markus also had to remember to keep his mentality concealed as to not reveal any loose ends to be picked up by those able to latch onto personalities. It had occurred to Markus that this would be rather easy, he didn't have to act differently, he already did that in everyday rallies and speeches, he just had to act himself. No more deception, only the true raw ego of Markus Burke, refined into the personification of the Tactician. "The charisma of Benito Mussolini, the appeal of Alexander the Great, the caution of Joseph Stalin, and the cunning mind of Julius Caesar. I hold these strengths from them and with these I will prevail and crush all who oppose my strategic might, for I am the Tactician!" Markus exclaimed in a great wave of held back intentions that had so longed to be revealed.

"Well that was oddly cliche, better hope the nobody heard me, well off to bed then." Markus had proven to himself that he could appear differently under the guise and so he removed his gas mask and the rest of the suit and headed off to bed. "Supplies, check. Plan, check. Disguise, check. Now all's I need is a untraceable car, and a little muscle." Markus said as he changed out of his clothing into a more comfortable clothes and slipped into his bed for the night.

Another day had passed, and another crime was made. This time it had been done while Markus was playing dress up. Requested previously by Markus to a group of his most loyal Conformatists, he asked them to obtain a car that would be untraceable back to him. Well they stole one right from the streets of NYC. It was a Jeep, one with a canvas top. They had already taken the time to remove and replace the plates with legal ones and remove any personal items left within it. "They never fail to impress." Markus said as he stood inside the warehouse once more. They had even taken the time to move the crates to fit the Jeep into the storage facility. He also noticed that the Jeep even had it's keys with it. "Odd." He stated and would rather not think of the lengths they might have gone to, to obtain them.

Markus now encircled the Jeep like how a shark examines its prey before it pounces. He recognized the model of it, it was one of few that could still be converted into a true all terrain exploration vehicle. He then proceeded to remove the doors from the Jeep, as it was able to be done with ease. He also lowered the canvas top and removed that as well showing nothing but the bars that would support it. He then stepped back to see how it looked. "Distinguished enough from it's previous look, but I'll have them repaint it tomorrow."

Back outside of the Warehouse, Markus hopped in his Grand Prix and headed to the location he looked up just before going out. The place he would arrive at would render more help then what his devious Conformatists could. He had only heard about the area for which he was going to from Conformatist meetings or on the street. Perhaps these pro mutant activists would find it in their favor to help Markus with his little plan. Markus had been preparing to meet anyone of them, putting on the guise of appeal to ready himself for anything.