"The fuck are you doing?!" David argued, "I told you! They ain't a week outta the fucking vault yet! They CAN'T be the bloke we're looking for!"

"Get outta my face if you're gonna go against me! They know something, they're from 122 as well, don't you tell me these two being out here is just a coincidence! You need to pry information out of people's minds to get results." The 'Boss' responded angrily, his henchman kicking the gun out of Levi's hand so he could throw the vault dweller over his shoulder. "Put him with the girl - and for cryin' out fuck - do not mess this up, lose them, or kill them. The Major won't tolerate failure." Boss-man told his subordinate. And with that, Levi was hauled off to some kind of interrogation/prison building.

"And you David, I need to talk to you. Forget about those two for a minute..."

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As Levi was dragged into the dark, dungeon-y interrogation room, there was a familiar but much weaker female voice chanting along stubbornly to a song she loved. There was a bit of spitting and coughing between the lyrics, but it was all pretty much understandable. As Levi got tied to the chair behind Sarah's, she started again with another, the henchman and interrogator both shaking their heads with pissed-off expressions.

"Life could be a dream~,
if I could take you up in paradise up above...
If you would tell me,
I'm the only one that you love...

Life could be a dream, sweethear- ARGH!"

"THAT'S ENOUGH! GOD DAMN IT!" The interrogator growled.

Being silenced by an echoing slap, Sarah moaned like a bored kid in their least favourite class, or that very same kid protesting about being disciplined, "I already told you, my name is Sarah Turner, yes, I AM a Vault Technician-slash-Engineer, yes! What do you morons want from me?!" She snapped. For the girl that nervously followed behind Levi all the time, letting him do all the talking.. it was pretty different! The next thing the interrogator did was punch her in the nose for answering back, making a horrible cracking sound while her head recoiled into Levi's.

"...What, you done running your mouth now?" The man asked, Sarah could be heard coughing, her voice shaking while she said nothing, and something like a slow dripping tap began to pierce through the silent room. "...Good. Now I'll see to your pal here - if you start running your mouth like that again, I'm going to hook your eye out with my fucking knife. Understood? ...Okay, now we're getting places." He said in a lighter tone, but you could so easily tell he was ready to 'correct' Levi too. He marched slowly around Sarah, and grinned at her male companion in the same fashion a cat would upon finding an unsuspecting bird. 

"You. Your name, and your occupation in Vault 122. Answer my questions in a calm, collected manner, or I'll be giving you the same treatment as I did Ms. Turner."