"The Tower, huh...? Bastard's been right under our noses." The interrogator backed away from Sarah, finally letting her breathe. You could hear how afraid she was just from her breathing patterns! Anyway, the knife-toting merc paced back and forth a few times, slowly, before coming to a halt and an apparent plan of action. "Here's what we'll do. Tell the Major things have changed, and that he might have to commit some resources to this operation. We fight with the Rangers on their home turf and we've got a disadvantage in firepower, height, cover, manpower, goddamn everything. Go," The interrogator said, nodding to his assistant who promptly left the room.

...But it wasn't over yet. The interrogator grabbed Levi's chair and dragged it around so that he was facing Sarah. No, of course he wasn't going to keep his word or anything. These fucks got off on torture, it was sick. But the law didn't reign everywhere in the wasteland.

"What are you-? No! He told you everything! Let us go!" Sarah cried as that same knife from earlier was placed underneath her left eye.

"Watch closely now, kid... I'm gonna show you cushy Vault faggots what the real world is like. Her eye, ...and I'll take something of yours too, don't you worry. Fingers, maybe? Leave you unable to pull a trigger, heh."

Sarah cringed and reared her head back as far as it could go, but the merc casually pulled it back into place. Before she could say anything else, the knife got pushed into her left eye, the merc whistling a merry tune over the sound of his victim's agonized screaming. The whole process took about 30 seconds, but the pain made it feel so very much longer than that... With blood gushing down one side of her face, Sarah's head quickly fell limp. She couldn't take it anymore, and likely passed out because of it. The merc laughed and threw the 'surgically removed' eye into a bin in the corner of the room, fist pumping like a child as it went in.

"Swish~!" The cruel mercenary laughed, patting a seemingly lifeless Sarah on the shoulder twice before moving in front of Levi and smiling. "Mouthy little bitch had it coming. ...So, have you decided..." He ran the knife's bloody tip across the teen's face, "What am I going to take from [B]you[/B]?"