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Mr. Bait
1 ReviewsThe average excitement while on the job just isn't quite enough for the mercurial redhead known as Reno.
A thrill shivered through my spine. That bullet had hit rather close and ricocheted off the wall behind me, leaving a huge ass dent in the metal. I paused to wonder why exactly it ricocheted, then kinda abandoned it and scrunched down lower.
I tell ya, there's nothing quite like hiding behind barrels while someone was trying to find you with a AK-47.
Rude was out there, somewhere, getting the team into position to blow this AVALANCHE scum out of the water. Me? Playing the bait, as usual. I'm fast and deadly, that's me. Reno of the Turks, and you'd better believe it. Swift, sure, and exactly like lightning. If you see me coming you'll be dead before I get there.
I enjoy it too, fighting for the common good in my position as a Turk, secret keeper extraordinare and damn fine dresser.
Now... if only this asshole would let me up for two minutes, I'd give him what-for before Rude would say "Snap's your uncle". Oh, don't get me wrong, I love my job, it gives me excitement and thrills in an otherwise boring existence, I'm just not fond of being Mr. Bait for idiot schemes like this. This could get me killed.
But there are times where I enjoy being on the edge like that, too.
The guy's breathing was heavy, he was getting frustrated, still couldn't find me and was about to go berserk, and his friends prowling around would probably let him. I could tell. Silently as a mouse, I shifted my weight to the other foot and picked up a stray bullet that had landed near by. It was still pretty hot to the touch, so I cupped it in my hand, letting the leather glove take the edge off. I love those things, they were cool AND they were part of the uniform, so I had to wear 'em. Also really handy in situations like this. Anyway, I tossed that bullet out over my head and my hiding place, aiming for a set of barrels across the room. I heard a really satisfying clank and the asshole whipped around and fired into it, shooting holes in the barrels. Oh, so that's what was in those things...
I could have real fun with this.
*
Rude heard the explosion before he saw it, looking up at the flames curling out of the building. He and the others were still many blocks away, but had been traveling as fast as they could towards the warehouse, when it went up in flames. Under his breath, he started cursing and pulled out his PHS, raising a hand for his team to stop. "Sir, the target has been eliminated."
There were many cursings on the other end.
"I'll try to get in contact with Reno..." Rude hung up before there was an answer, hoping that Reno hadn't been in that explosion... knowing Reno, he'd probably caused it.
Reno's PHS rang... and rang...
And rang.
The bald turk felt a heavy sinking feeling in his chest, when someone beside him tugged on his sleeve and pointed in front of them.
A very smoky, grubby looking Reno was walking down the street, hands in pockets and whistling. He looked like he was just taking a stroll...
Rude's PHS snapped closed and he ran out to meet his friend. "Reno! What happened?"
The redhead shrugged casually, as if he hadn't just been in a life and death situation. "Just a little excitement. I got bored waiting for ya. Did ya know PHSes make really good bomb detonators?"
I tell ya, there's nothing quite like hiding behind barrels while someone was trying to find you with a AK-47.
Rude was out there, somewhere, getting the team into position to blow this AVALANCHE scum out of the water. Me? Playing the bait, as usual. I'm fast and deadly, that's me. Reno of the Turks, and you'd better believe it. Swift, sure, and exactly like lightning. If you see me coming you'll be dead before I get there.
I enjoy it too, fighting for the common good in my position as a Turk, secret keeper extraordinare and damn fine dresser.
Now... if only this asshole would let me up for two minutes, I'd give him what-for before Rude would say "Snap's your uncle". Oh, don't get me wrong, I love my job, it gives me excitement and thrills in an otherwise boring existence, I'm just not fond of being Mr. Bait for idiot schemes like this. This could get me killed.
But there are times where I enjoy being on the edge like that, too.
The guy's breathing was heavy, he was getting frustrated, still couldn't find me and was about to go berserk, and his friends prowling around would probably let him. I could tell. Silently as a mouse, I shifted my weight to the other foot and picked up a stray bullet that had landed near by. It was still pretty hot to the touch, so I cupped it in my hand, letting the leather glove take the edge off. I love those things, they were cool AND they were part of the uniform, so I had to wear 'em. Also really handy in situations like this. Anyway, I tossed that bullet out over my head and my hiding place, aiming for a set of barrels across the room. I heard a really satisfying clank and the asshole whipped around and fired into it, shooting holes in the barrels. Oh, so that's what was in those things...
I could have real fun with this.
*
Rude heard the explosion before he saw it, looking up at the flames curling out of the building. He and the others were still many blocks away, but had been traveling as fast as they could towards the warehouse, when it went up in flames. Under his breath, he started cursing and pulled out his PHS, raising a hand for his team to stop. "Sir, the target has been eliminated."
There were many cursings on the other end.
"I'll try to get in contact with Reno..." Rude hung up before there was an answer, hoping that Reno hadn't been in that explosion... knowing Reno, he'd probably caused it.
Reno's PHS rang... and rang...
And rang.
The bald turk felt a heavy sinking feeling in his chest, when someone beside him tugged on his sleeve and pointed in front of them.
A very smoky, grubby looking Reno was walking down the street, hands in pockets and whistling. He looked like he was just taking a stroll...
Rude's PHS snapped closed and he ran out to meet his friend. "Reno! What happened?"
The redhead shrugged casually, as if he hadn't just been in a life and death situation. "Just a little excitement. I got bored waiting for ya. Did ya know PHSes make really good bomb detonators?"
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