Scarlet looked around her. All her room contained was a bed, small table, and-
Ugh," she shuddered at the sight of the toilet. She felt her throat burn. The vixen clentched her fists.
"Get a GRIP on yourself, Scarlet! Don't be a crybaby, you gotta' be tough and show 'em you ain't tellin' 'em NOTHIN'!"

Marcus put his head in his hands. 2 weeks had gone by. He didn't know how to get information without hurting Scarlet. She wouldn't even say her last name or where she came from, how old she was, where her family lived-
Cheyenne walked into the command room.
"What's up Marky?"
Marcus gritted his teeth. "I swear i'm going to hit you one of these days. Regardless of what Peppy would think."
Cheyenne made a suprised look. "Now why wouldya' wanna hit ME, Marky? Oh, grandpa wouldn't do anything but get you kicked off the team, don't worry!"
Marcus shook his head. Cheyenne laughed and spun around in her chair. "You looked streseed out."
"Well, yeah, I am. The mission to find Dash is at a standstill because that freakin' girl won't tell us anything!"
Marcus slammed his fist down. Cheyenne bit her lip. She wanted to tell Marcus that keeping her in solitary comfinment and pressuring her to talk wasn't the right approach.
"Uh, well, y'know, maybe I could talk to her..."
Marcus looked at Cheyenne. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped short. He shut his eyes and heaved a sigh. Cheyenne jumped up.
"ALL RIGHT! THANKS MARKY! I'LL HAVE US ON BOWMAN'S TAIL IN NO TIME!"
She pecked Marcus' cheek and ran out. Marcus bolted up.
"CHEYENNE! I NEVER SAID-"
He stopped. Sitting back down, he growled and put his head back in his hands.
"We have to get a move on with this mission!"