Niska pursed his lips, confused that the short haired mechanic with the Londinium accent was not reacting properly to the fact that his man was suffocating her. He flicked his fingers up, and the rope was removed from her neck.

Roxy, beaten and bloody, caught her breath and smiled. "Can I have a cigarette love?" She purred, nearly groaning with pleasure to her torturer. "Drop yer pants and quit teasin' me." She reached up with her shacked hands and grabbed the man, pulling him down and getting ready to give a fervent kiss.

Virgil laughed. “A wo gao su liao nin yi xie ta juan mao.."

"Take her avay." The old man snarled.

Roxy smiled. "Best time ov my life Virg." She crooned as she was marched out of the room. "Come on stud, let's finish this 'n the ol' cell, you can be th' warden and I the naughty inmate."

The guard seemed to consider it.

"Have fun you angzang hundan." Virgil called out, weak, yet loving his moment. "You wanna invite someone else in or are you gonna kill me?

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"I'm surprised this hasn't killed you yet."

He winced, as he lay on the bed and she hovered over him, white gloves adorning her fingers, the furrowed brow of a medical professional in her face. They were free from the law, with a course set to St. Albans as she had taken to cleaning his wound. "Can you fix it?" He asked with a rattle in his voice, fatigue among other things. Though he was a well trained Operative, he was not medically savvy. The Alliance oversaw all health related matters when he was there man, top of the line healthcare, the best doctors and surgeons at his disposal. Such was no longer the case, and he had another fugitive that had lost her license to practice some time ago now tending to his wound.

"Not right now." was the serious response. "You need a few rounds of drugs which..." She picked up a syringe of clear solution, pushing the plunger to expel the have. "This Medkit doesn't have. All I can do is put a weave on it and give you something for the pain t