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Rex/Rose: Part 1
Warhawk was flying over St Roch on his nightly patrol. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. It was a little bit on the quiet side...which he hated. Not that silent patrols weren't a nice little break every now and then, but Rex liked a little action.

So action came to him. In the form of a woman being attacked by a group of at least ten thugs.

Or was it the other way around? Rex really couldn't really tell, as he flew in for a closer look, his mace out in front of him.

But the girl in the orange, black, and blue uniform seemed to be holding her own pretty damn well when he got there.

"Is that REALLY the best you've got?" Ravager smirked, kicking one of the thugs square in the chest, before punching another squarely in the face. Her swords were out in front of her.

Simple in-and-out job in St. Roch her ass. No, this wasn't nearly what she expected when she was told to get the Prime Minister of Hungary from his hotel to the damn airport in one piece. Of COURSE her brother's people were going to be gunning for him. But what her brother didn't know was that Rose didn't go down without a fight, and she NEVER didn't finish a job.

When Rex landed, he'd find Rose standing around the knocked out thugs, lighting a cigarette.

"I'd ask you if you wanted help," he said, still holding his mace out in front of him, "But it looks like you got it covered."

Rose took a long drag on her cigarette, winking at him with his good eye.

"What can I say," she said with a smirk, "When I clean up, I clean up."