Nightshift 23: General Storage (2nd Floor)
[coming from here.]
It turned out the door was locked, but it was no harder to break this one than it had the closet back there ( Read more... )
It turned out the door was locked, but it was no harder to break this one than it had the closet back there ( Read more... )
Rufus' answer was short and clipped, cold instead of angry as he would have been. His people were his, damn it. It still infuriated him to no end that they had chosen to play their games with Reno, that they had dared to turn his own Turk on him. He hadn't been present for Elena's, and that was most likely a very good thing. Unlike most people, Rufus Shinra didn't rush in with anger burning. His method was more cold and precise like a scalpel. Fools rushed in. And usually died. He leaned down, poking through a few boxes. Some gauze, tape, and burn cream was added into his little bag. Gods only knew when they might need it. An extra tube of the burn cream was tossed to Reno.
"You might need that."
C’mon, boss, haven’t you been waiting for this? I know we’re lacking a bed and all and we’ve got a bit of an audience here, but no time like the present, right?
Rufus shook his head, breaking off that line of thought and the variety of emotions it drew back up.
Glancing at Schuldig at his side, Rufus found himself mildly impressed against his will. A telepath was a rare and valuable thing on his planet. He'd never met a true one, and here, for some reason, he had one nearly at his heels. An pre-cog as well was enough to stun him, especially one that he suspected held to his own work ethic. That was something about Brad Crawford that reminded him of... well, him. Not to mention that they both had redheads. If he judged Schuldig right, the telepath probably led Crawford on as merry a chase as Reno did him.
Smirking a bit, Rufus led them on.
((Going to here))
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