Rauly just stared at him, unsure of what to say. All he could think about was how Hein’d have his ass for this. How could he have failed so heinously?!? The plan was so perfect. The girl, the place, the interrogation. How could it go so wrong? Without warning, Rauly threw his hands to his head, grabbing his hair, and tilted his head back to scream as loud as he could, bellowing from the bottom of his gut to the plate above. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKK!!!!”<br/><br/>With a heavy fist, he threw a punch at one of the poles holding up the Wall Market sign at the entrance, denting the metal until the sign tilted down to the right. Some passersby would look over at the commotion he was making, but then immediately hurried on their way as soon as he made eye contact with them. The fury on his face made a small girl cry before being dragged off by her mother out of fear.<br/><br/>“Come on, we’re heading over to that pillar. If the Turks are already there, we can remedy the utter failure of this mission. If not, then...well, I guess I’ll just have to face the music.” He growled and walked on towards sector 7 with a stiffer gait, letting go of Grey’s arm, fearing that he’d break it if he kept dragging him along in this state of rage.