Rose hated when her boss soaked the screams for the people she tortured. It grated on her ears, and unnerved her... lately at least. She was starting to wonder why it was unnerving now, and not before. She couldn't simply have grown a conscious, could she? But, whatever it was, she ignored. She had been a hired thug for far to long to simply give it up. She shifted her position and ignored the sound, mentally running through her Mass Effect game she had played the night before. It was one of her favorite games and she often playing it when she was off work.

"Ah, Bella." said her boss as the other woman excited the interrogation room. Rose mentally rolled her eyes. People made cracks about her first name all the time. She certainly wasn't beautiful like her name claimed. Short, with large muscular arms, a shaved head, and little chest, she was more often mistaken for a boy. She didn't mind, accepting it for intimidation sakes. Though sometimes she half wished to be pretty like other girls, but she knew that thanks to her Italian heritage, she would be preyed upon so she ignored it. "May you escort our guest to his room?" asked the other woman, walking away from Rose, who simply went into the room. She couldn't help the wince. This was why she didn't get on the bosses bad side. The man was barely breathing and was missing a hand, his wrist burned to stop the bleeding. He also had many cuts on his arms and face, making her wonder if the other woman wanted him to be infected.

"Come on." muttered Rose, lifting the man. She winced mentally as his blood soaked her white shirt. "Another shirt ruined!" she lamented to the only 'friend' she had in the building, a man named Jimmy... or maybe that was fake. She didn't give a shit if people knew her name, but alot did in her business.

"Then you should stop wearing white Rossi." Jimmy only called her by her last name said it was more... intimidating then Rose or Bella.

"I like white Jimmy." said Rose as she went towards the cells they had. She shoved the guy on her shoulder into the room and then relocked it. "See ya later Jimmy." said Rose as she headed to the room where they kept spare clothing.

"Bye Rossi." called Jimmy as she left the hall. Reaching the spare room, she change her clothes to a new white shirt and a pair of jeans. Grabbing her black jacket, she left the building, planning on walking her large dog, Jetson, when she got home. Humming to herself, Rose let her thoughts wander. She remember her family, a large Italian family that had moved when she was three to Detroit. She was the only girl and raised to be a young lady, however her interest in weight lifting caused her parents to shift their ideas and focus on her strength. She had been entered in so many competitions she couldn't remember when she won, she remembered the first time she won, had the medal and picture but that was it.

"Mamma, papà, mi manchi. Louie, Felix, Aro, Marcus ... Mi manchi così tanto ..." she whispered, a tear running down her face." she wiped it away and hurried home. Going inside, she was jumped by her large Rottweiler, Jetson. She laughed and petted the large animal, grabbing his leash that she kept by the door. After a her dog's walk, Rose did her exercises and showered. Her supper consisted with cheap noodles and broth, from a Itchiban container. After her meal she went out to her living room, followed by Jetson to play Mass Effect 2, the sequel to the game she loved. "You know Jetson, I sometimes wonder if my life here is worth it. I hate my job nowadays and I fucking despise weight lifting tournaments, so why stay?" she asked, as she turned on the game. A message she had never seen appeared on screen. It read 'Contact Illusive Man" she pressed the 'A' button, amused. However when the man showed up on her screen and said,

"Ah, Miss Bella Rossi, but you go by your middle name, Rose, am i correct." freaked her out.

"Fuck!" she yelped, jumping off her couch. "How the hell-"

"Prothean technology Miss Rossi." answered the Illusive Man. He leaned backwards, taking a drag on his cigarette. "I need someone with your skills to help Shepard."

"Why?"

"Wht do you mean why?"

"Why me dumbass, there's probably hundreds of people like me."

"Not many want to leave their lives. You have no solid connections, your a thug and you ignore pain." was the answer. Rose sighed and rolled her eyes. Of course it went down to that. Her odd ability to heal almost instantly (bones took a week) and her ability to withstand pain.

"Can I take Jetson?" she asked. she would not give up her dog. The Illusive Man sighed and nodded. "Fine, give me a minute to gather my stuff and start a fire. I don't want any trace of me."

"You have five minutes." a timer started and Rose went and grabbed her emergency bag, it was already full of her memory things, her medals, pictures and videos. She grabbed some clothes and a few books as well, stuffing them into her bag. She slung her bag onto her back and then gently picked up her portable garden. She loved to grow things, just like her mother. Grabbing some matches and a bottle of whiskey, she soaked her bed sheets and tossed a match onto them. Rose left her room and grabbed, balancing her garden in one hand, Jetson's leash. The dog stood by her, seeing the leash, as the timer got to zero...

Mamma, papà, mi manchi. Louie, Felix, Aro, Marcus ... Mi manchi così tanto ...: Mama, papa, I miss you. Louie, Felix, Aro, Marcus... I miss you so much...