[color=6ecff6]It was a matter of time before she would return to his quarters to spread the news. He could finally find out what exactly he was used for, the purpose of him still being in one piece. The knowing of traitor-ship to his very own humanity waved his emotions to-and-fro. His head was resting in the palms of both hands, trembling at whatever thoughts would come. It must've been a few hours or so. As soon as he was sent back, tests were run on him whilst whatever outcome went on at least a few miles away. He'd never be able to hear, read or identify what could've possibly went down, and that fucking terrified him to the core. His mind went to those on the roof. [b]Luther [i]'Besra'[/i] Martindale. Lucinda [i]'Goshawk'[/i] Graham. Shikra...[/b] All three had perished, and from that, many more might've. It had been a short while since the man had even heard of the Flock's movement, as if they had just gone incognito. In known that Marcus was captured, they would plot day after day to think of a way to release their brethren before they were killed...or said something they shouldn't. Having someone with the experience and knowledge of Marcus in the captive clutches of the New-Order spelt grief, and made them stand down all operations to focus on making sure that Marcus was going to make it. Nothing had been heard of, unfortunately. He was still there. They were still unable to make a move. Marcus let out the deepest of moans, tightening his grip around the withered forehead. Without warning, his door was unlocked, and it slid open slowly. Expecting the rush of footsteps from Rosa, as she usually did...there was a pause of silence. Through the corner of his preferable vision, he could make out her standing there...watching him. After a minute of just looking towards him, she approached; her files were within her hands, labelled [b]Confidential[/b].

"Marcus? You...alright?" She sounded quite distraught. Maybe she had gotten the time to think about what Marcus had told her...About what will happen to her...about what they were doing. To her expectation, Marcus only grunted a yes. He was never great at communicating, and the files of his service career stated this issue. "Hey...I was just looking through your camera feed and noticed tha-" She looked back towards Marcus, seeing him glumly stare up at her now. Rosa silenced herself, opening the folder and sitting in a chair opposite the bed he was rested on. "So...our Mission, hey? Good success on our behalf. Not much else I can really say bu-"

"W-What happened after...W-we left?" Marcus spoke up, muttering a low tone. Rosa looked oddly at him.

"U-uhm. You know...a good mission complete and we returned. It is all go-"

"I said...What...Happened." He retorted. The tone was now stuttering, knowing something horrendous was about to slam straight into his conciousness. Rosa looked down slightly, trying not to make eye contact. These sort of parts of her job were difficult...telling people outcomes they did not want to hear...and expecting herself to go along as if another day at the office had gone by.

	Her voice trailed slightly as she hummed, trying to think of a way to put it that didn't make it sound horrifically grim or disturbing. She, herself, for once wasn't prepared to just sit back and let him sob over something they had accomplished with flawless results.

"From what we have confirmed, our teams then moved in after I made our little 'Call'. Pretty good timing, as many armed personnel, including two highly-respected Captains, Juno and one known as Nick, that entered. The exact details of their actions aren't for our eyes, but we do know that we have a confirmed 306+ Deaths from those purged within the building." She said, a slight grin of proudness flashed at Marcus. There was a deafening silence as she waited for a response, and so be it. A trembling voice seeped from his lips.

"You are proud...p-proud to be o-one of those...those...those who ended so many lives..." He stumbled through his vocal journey.

"Well...they were Nexus...Terrorists! You know that they are bad peop-"

"AND...What makes y-you think...they were all Nexus soldiers? I-It's a NightClub...People g-go there often! I met so-someone...who clearly was j-just a business woman. You s-seriously have forgotten the [b]FUCKING OTHERS![/b]" He leapt to his feet and wrapped his fingers around the rim of a water-basin in the corner of the room, mainly for cooking purposes. Rosa's face showed nothing but shock. She hadn't expected him to act so...defensively towards those who died. It traced her mind as she thought about those numbers..."Think...Think for once in your fucking life...your ever-so small life...that some people involved didn't deserve to die! Many of those within that building, fuck...maybe...maybe even m-more than half...were Citizens! N-not everyone t-there was a-armed...You s-send two blood-thirsty p-pricks to g-go murder. Cold-blooded style killings...w-with little consideration...Fuck...j-just...fucking shut up a-about this Mission..." Once again, she was silent. She had nothing to say, and to be honest, she only felt regret. It was true. She hadn't been considerative. She knew that there were many non-Nexus personnel killed. She knew her actions were crucial to the Operation...This wasn't just a Terrorist Hunt, but a mass Siege that was targeted to succeed with no obstructions, even common Citizen lives. On that note, she stood up slowly and awkwardly, making her way towards the exit. As she left, Rosa looked to Marcus, seeing him begin to wash his face in the mirror. A faint glimpse of failure flickered in her eyes as she turned, locking the door behind her.[/color]