Marcelo himself moved into the building slower than he wanted. But his legs had felt like lead once he got out of his car. His wounds twinged a bit before he reached to open the front door.

Having a semi-friendly face at the front desk did help him ignore the fact the last time he was near the front desk, Stephanie had been carrying him out to get to a hospital.

"If I never attend a Hellfire Club event again, I will be a happy man." He pulled at his black bow-tie to loosen it. He was still dressed in his formal wear for the night.