Freelance Police HQ, Sunday

[raspberryturk]

The inevitable happened. Reno's last shift at the Freelance Police HQ had come, and he was bent on getting in all the quality time he could with the place before he left. Shooting a few holes in the walls for Sam and Max to remember him by, watering the dead plant, feeing the vice-president his dry fish flakes. He'd even given his favorite dude in

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[saveyoulater]

Sarah knew graduation was soon, and she figured that meant she might lose her favorite recruit-slash-watchman. She stopped by the shop to cancel the watchman deal and to wish Reno the best.

"Hi," she said, smiling, as she came into the store.

[raspberryturk]

"Yo, Sarah!" Reno grinned as he stuffed a stapler into his pocket. Something to remember the place by. "How goes it?"

[saveyoulater]

"Fine, it's been absolutely quiet since the children left," Sarah answered, in the tone of one who didn't trust that at all. "What about you?"

[raspberryturk]

"Can't complain," Reno said in that entirely-too-casual sort of way. The one that hinted that he was nervous as all heck about grad looming on the horizon. "Probably not gonna have to worry about bein' attacked by random kids again, so there's that. Mostly, it's been packin' and tyin' up loose ends, yo."

[maxnotsam]

Max wandered into the room, scratched his butt, and yawned. And then noticed Reno and jumped. "You're still here?! Wow, that's dedication! We hired you, what, like forever ago? ...You're not sucking up to get a cabinet appointment, are you?"

[raspberryturk]

"Nah. I needed the work." Reno smirked faintly, and then shrugged. "Stole your stapler, by the way. Somethin' to remember you guys by. I graduate this weekend, and then I'm outta here for good, yo."

[samnotmax]

"I didn't know we had a stapler," Sam said affably. "Do you want some kind of a going-away present? Max can embezzle money from the Treasury."

[raspberryturk]

"I ain't gonna ever turn down money," Reno mused, and then chuckled a little. "You guys are too kind, yo."