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As the Dolmel's chest damn near crushes under the fists of 151-E's bulky white arms, a man was seen getting out of the cockpit, scrambling... trying to get away...

But no. No forgiveness, no mercy, nothing. Rosie's wrath loomed over, bloating the whole garage. She slammed on the button for the speakers, her wicked voice booming over him. "You think I'm done with you!?"

She threw the cockpit open and dove down with a rolling flip, and landing behind him she spun around with the force of her fall, bringing not a called shot to a chi point but just a pure, bone cracking power blow to one of the mercenary's legs.

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The mercenary turned just in time to see the blow come down... but nowhere near enough time to actually do anything about it, and a clear breaking sound was heard... if only for a moment before the man's pained cries drowned it out.

Before he can even collapse on that broken leg, she grabs him by the collar and pulls him around, glaring into his eyes with her own, full of wrath. Her other hand goes to strike his shoulders, numbing his arms in an instant.

"What is your name!?" She demanded, sensing for the empathic signs of that suggested deception or honesty.

Staring at Rosie, with a broken leg and no means of protection, the man just stammered for a moment before swallowing. Whatever it would take this bitch from killing him...

"J-Jonas!"

She dug her fingers into pressure points, a burning sensation flaring out from them. Her techniques were no longer those of a martial artist... no, now those points, her chi, they were the tools of torture surgeon.

"I will know if you lie to me. If you lie to me, this and worse is what you get! Is that understood!?"

Rosie's torture method was enough to leave the man tongue-tied, but he nevertheless nodded furiously in the hopes that Rosie would ease up, if only a little.

The pain subsided into a dull burn as she dropped him on the ground. "Who paid to gun my men down?"

"S-some firm! Said they were real cozy with Axis Zeon... they gave us the tech...

"They d-didn't go into details about why-" panic went through his voice. Phrases like that in interrogation were usually rewarded with broken bones, if not worse. At least that's how things were when he was the one doing the interrogation. "I-it's crazy, but I swear it's the truth! They said it was on a need-to-know basis!

"Firm's name was..." his eyes went wide in shock for a moment. Oh dear God it was something he'd only heard in full once or twice. "S-something United... I-I know the second part of it was United!"

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The rage that came from her was like a vent of steam. ... those were the people who wanted her to work for them. She gave a disoriented slap to to his ear; until now he probably thought that it was a joke that a man could see stars.

"Beg for you life! Convince me why I should let you live!"

[[A friendly black mech (http://s21.photobucket.com/albums/b253/Zappa_Slave/Other/?action=view&current=RiderGundam.jpg) rolls up on Rosie and her little friend. Perhaps an aura of concern is here, as MarKus/Technica had only last seen the DeWald go into a garage fighting.

The cockpit opens to reveal its helmeted pilot.]]

You good down there?

The world started spinning for Jonas, and it was then that a small, insignificant corner of him was thankful he was no longer on his feet, because he was damn sure he would have lost balance from that.

"H-Hey... come on!" he struggled. "L-Like you would've done any different if our places were changed!"

"Stay out of this!" Rosie seemed far too chipper as she called that up to MarKus, then glared back down at her victim.

"Do you expect me to believe you'd spare me if our situations were reversed now? Hahaha..."

She kneeled down to put a hand to his throat, but didn't squeeze yet...

"Alright. I'mma be here if you need anything." Not that Rosie would know it's MarKus, but, it's not hard to figure it out really. But since he was just acting as back-up for this, all he could focus on for now was how badly the DeWalt had been jacked up, and how much work he'd have to put into it again.

"I-I don't think I'd be able to use the 151-" Jonas stammered as Rosie grabbed at his throat.

Now there was nothing but panic, and the odd sensation Rosie might interpret as the man's life flashing before his eyes before looking over at Technica.

"Y-you're not... really going to let her do this?!?"

"Couldn't use it? Now why's that?"

"And if I were him, I wouldn't interfere. Who knows how that might end. I'm just wonderfully rational right now."

"Hey, I'm just here to make sure none of your asshole friends show up. Someone owes me a new arm, and if you're the last one, I'm taking it out of your ass.

So... you can play nice with her, or I curbstop your ass with a twenty ton robot.

Your move." MarKus was just spouting off at the mouth. What it boiled down to was; Rosie had this taken care of, he was just playing bouncer. And too lazy to move from there.

The man looked over at Technica, eyes wide before flicking back to Rosie. "But... she's going to kill me!"

The fact Rosie had asked him a question though moved back to the forefront of his mind, though. So long as he kept answering her, the longer he had to make his peace with whatever higher powers there were out there.

"I-it's meant for Newtypes... or psychics or people with mental powers. L-like you!"

"Are you scared of dying?" She asked with a wide grin. "Damn. You chose the wrong business, and you made the wrong enemies."

"... and there are things much worse than death." And then everything went black, feeling like burning as Rosie raked a hand across his field of vision.

At that the man screamed. Getting your eyes torn out was a rare experience, one most people had the pleasure of never having to go through.

Not this man. "G-gaaaah! Yes! Yes I'm scared of dying!" the man yelled.

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People may now intefere

Less interfering, more backing-up

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... really sorry, was kind of in a funk RP wise last week.

S'coo`

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