[color=6ecff6]A Grand scheme of lighting and reflection made him lift his head. Since his last argument that had occured about 32 minutes ago, he was in a difficult situation that could mean he was at least the slightest bit cheerful. It was a light, or reflective signal coming through the glass slit on the door to his quarter. At first, he did not take notice of it; the thing that really got his attention the second time was the banging against the door. Marcus raised his head in confusion, feeling a sense of anxiety kick in knowing something wasn't right. If someone was trying to get in, surely there'd be some sort of keycard that'd let them in. The only two people who visited Marcus personally were Rosa and the Indian Interrogator, though roughly speaking he seemed brawny enough to tear the entire building in half, let alone the door. He looked to the window, only seeing the light. It was difficult to even predict what was going on. The banging continued as a muffled voice managed to spread through the solid frame. He stood up slowly, making his way to a small terminal. The Terminal didn't have much control, or even actions, to commit. Maybe using a controlled network for personnel, as well as the standard Camera Controls for both his dormitory and department. The cameras were a way of safety, both inside and outside views of people. It could be used to the advantage of seeing invading [i]'Insurgents'[/i] enter specific choke-points within the storey. As he went through the list of cameras authorised for his own use, he selected the camera for the outside of his door. That was when he saw her. Rosa...she was standing there, looking scared. It was the first time he'd thought of her being scared...It was almost as if she were running...panicking or something. He looked towards the settings for the camera, the specific device being linked to the keypad terminal on the outside. Enabling the microphone, he listened carefully. She was breathing heavily, muttering his name over and over as if she needed help.

"W-what...what's going on? Just...use your keycard or something?" Marcus addressed, not entirely sure of the whole situation. Rosa wouldn't be able to see his face, but he could clearly analyse every emotion she was emitting and it was obvious that her's were for a negative purpose. 

"M-Marcus! Authorise my card! Please...Authorise it quickly!" He looked at her anxiously through the camera lens, taking a minute to confirm what she asked him to do. Following her request, there was a few moments of him shuffling through the personnel linked to the Terminal. He searched for the name.

[b]Rosa Julietta.[/b]

[i]Nothing?[/i] He searched again.

[b]Rosa Julietta.[/b]

[i]Nothing again?[/i] Marcus looked back at the monitor she was placed on. "Rosa, it isn't coming up with anything. You...you don't seem to be registered o-onto the p-personnel list?" Her face dropped slightly as she stopped banging for the heartbeats that past. "R-Rosa? What's...What is going on?" She began to bang on the door more, begging for Marcus to re-open it. Before Marcus could move from the terminal, more shouting from within the Microphone made him stand still. From behind her, seven bodies approached. 5 Men and women, armed in more than just the simple Cannon Fodder gear, moved into a line in front of her. She backed away, only being visibly pressed against the door. Behind the team, two larger men approached. One was the Interrogator, and in front of him...a familiar face.

"2nd Lieutenant Rosa Julietta...you put up quite the fight back there, didn't you?" He grinned. It instantly fixed a memory into Marcus' mind. The voice, the uniform. It was in fact that very same officer responsible for the capturing of himself. Marcus stared blankly at the screen, as if frozen in time. The shock reeled down his spine and placed itself into the core of his conciousness. He felt fear. He felt horror.

"S-stop...stop this James? You know-"

"YOU, Ms. Julietta, WILL...and I [i]Mean[/i] WILL...address me formally..." The man, identified so far as James, raised his tone. "This may be heresy, but I am still in a position where you need to know...that I am your superior!" She looked away, a hand from James slipping to the side holster. There was at least 6 Metres distance between the two standing off, and still there was nowhere for this woman to make an escape is she wished to. Fixed aim kept her on stress...on point. "SAY IT PROPERLY!" He drew his own handgun, pointing it towards her as the other hand casually rubbed against his small facial hair. He grinned, standing and letting his Longer coat droop downwards. Rosa squealed in fear, before uttering the words out to him, clearly audible through the microphone.

"Y-Yes...Yes Sir!" James couldn't help but smile.

"Think about it R'...I've been working in this establishment for a long time, and so have you. We trained together...we joined together...we fought together. You are a field Officer. You are addressed by a rank the other Field-Agents only dream to have, yet you commit such an act, that a Major like myself has to follow you on. How many was it, Rosa? How many men and women did you kill back there?" Marcus kept scrambling across his keyboard, trying to capture every informative piece of appearance of the Major that he could. Rosa stuttered, as Marcus moved the camera enough to reveal tears streaming from her eyes. 9 Hearts began to race as the vicinity stood on edge. Triggers were near pressing. "That's right...12...12 Fellow comrades who fell without even the bat of an eye. You know...Taylor was with that 12...So was Simon, and Jennifer. Not a smart move, is it? [b]IS IT[/b]?!" The Major pulled the hammer down on his Handgun. The noise echoed through the microphone, as the sheer noise of the Hammer was enough to make Rosa flinch in fear, bursting into a louder cry.

"SOMEONE HELP ME!" She screamed, cowering herself up into a standing ball, as small as being on her foot could be. "O-Open the door!" She turned to the microphone.

"Fucking Traitor..." The words were slow, but as she turned back to face him...Marcus had to step back. The shock as he turned to the window. Seeing her flail. On Camera, a bullet ejected from his barrel and slammed into the neck of Rosa. Marcus' eyes widened. He began to breathe heavily as he saw her drop to the floor. She wasn't dead head. James was watching her bleed from her neck slowly, gargling every second. Her choking was barely audible on the speakers inside, but he could horrifyingly tell. The man crouched down, a sense of power surged through him as she continued to struggle to keep a grasp on life. He turned around, beginning to depart. However, before he could even reach the Team, who were lowering their firearms, he turned once more...Another bullet was fired, this time putting the dying woman out of her misery with a single projectile to her head. Marcus leapt back again, seeing all but her life spilling onto the floor and staining the shining rooms. The man looked to the team, telling them something. The group rounded up the body as James called in a report. Marcus sat back, thinking about what had happened...she must've listened to what he said...she must've listened to what was going to happen...she could've flared out at the New-Order after they discussed who was caught up in the Nexus Raid. She died because Marcus poisoned her mind...Marcus...This was his fault, to himself...[/color]