Marco arrived pretty quickly. Though he was a joker and a shameless flirt, he knew when to be serious. This was one of those times. He'd gathered his stuff and headed straight to the portkey, keeping it covered so he wouldn't be arrested for carrying military-grade hardware. Twenty grenades in a bandoleer across his chest, hidden under his coat, an Armalite AR-10B assault rifle and two Glock 9mms, both of which hidden in a duffel bag, an energy sword that he wore on his side as if it were a toy, and a ton of ammo. The .308 rounds for the rifle were stashed in every pocket he had, while a ton of extra clips for the handguns were resting in the duffel bag.
When he arrived, he glanced towards Codex and the car, which he identified due to the trademark red strobe. He didn't fanboy. There were more important things on his mind now. He'd been planning since first notified of the crisis, but he didn't want to go over anything until everyone got here. He did greet them both with a nod, though. "How many are we waiting for," he questioned, adjusting the duffel on his shoulder.