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[black_honor]

WHO: Zack spikeysoldier and Tseng black_honor
WHAT: A friendly chat.
WHERE: Turk's HQ office.
WHEN: Late night. (Day 90 I think)

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[spikeysoldier]

For the second time, Zack made it up to headquarters with his black honda accord. He didn't care what Reno said about it. It had good gas mileage and it looked just fine. He sighed deeply ad stood up from his parked car. It was late, yeah sure, but Tseng said he needed to talk. He had some time, at least for the moment. Sure, there was that mad killer out on the loose, but so far Stark hadn't assigned him anything yet.

He stood up straight and headed inside the headquarters, almost half expecting to have Rude smack him upside again and knock him out. But he blinked to see a man at a desk. That must have bee Tseng. Politely, he stepped inside quietly and closed the door carefully behind him. He seemed to be working on something so that he didn't bother him.

Quietly he approached the desk and cleared his throat. "Ah, hey. You wanted to speak with me?"

[black_honor]

Tseng didn't bother to look up when Zack entered. And the only sound following Zack's voice was the scratching of an ink pen against paper. At length he did gesture to one of the chairs positioned in front of the desk in the universal "have a seat" gesture.

Tseng had already learned a little about the current events going on in the city. And he would learn the rest bright and early in the morning. But not all of it concerned the man in clown face that had the city running in circles. Some of things he'd updated himself on hit much closer to home.

Finally Tseng placed his pen aside and lifted his head to study the other man. His chair creaked as he leaned back in it. He needed to add taking care of that to his To-Do list.

"Is Zack short for Zachary? I rather prefer that."

[spikeysoldier]

He watched his hand movements and bowed his head in respect as he sat down in the chair. He reclined back in it, resting his hands on the arms of the chair, tapping his fingers comfortably on them. But once he saw the man's gaze, he sat up at attention and took in a deep breath of confidence.

The man's gaze almost burned a hole in him. It was intimidating. Those dark eyes gave him the shivers. But he swallowed his coward side and placed his hands in his lap, his back straight, smiling.

"Ah, yeah! Zack short... for Zachary..."

[black_honor]

The intimidation factor is made even worse by the fact that Tseng misses nothing. Even while he was engrossed in paperwork he was also making note of Zack's posture and habits and how they changed when he looked at him directly. Those dark eyes flitted over him once more before he spoke again.

"So Zachary. A little bird told me that you've struck up something of a--friendship with Elena." Nothing of Tseng revealed what he thought or how he felt about the possibility however. "So which am I. Tseng Montague or Tseng Capulet." He let that question hang in the air for a moment. "By the way. Feel free to laugh at my jokes." The real challenge is distinguishing between joke and seriousness.