"Left it down to just me an' Rude at the time," he said, shrugging. "I had to pull outta the crater without lookin' back, because the fucksticks that grabbed him were still down there. Three of 'em, shootin' him down at once. Shootin' Tseng down, zoto. Tells you what we were dealin' with, right?"
Reno's eyebrows furrowed as he thought back on it all, on how it felt to pull the chopper out of there like nobody's business, because he had that stupid head shoved in there with him. Because there was nowhere to touch down with the chopper and going back in there would have been suicide and then Elena screamed and their radio lines were cut...
"Had to go back to Rude. An' it was on my head to make the next call. Me, yo. Tryin' to protect the President an' maybe if I was real friggin' lucky, the guy I called for help would pull his head outta his ass long enough to get involved so the world wouldn't end. Again. An' the whole damn time, all I wanted was to go back down into that fuckin' cave, bring Rude along, an' see if we could find the Director's body, yo. And from there, we'd bust in the faces of the fucks who did it, right there on their own home turf, knowin' we'd die tryin'."
Reno shrugged.
"But if we did that, we wouldn't be Turks. Not me. Not even Rude. Even if that was all the Turks had left. When it was all done an' over with... We walked away from Rufus. Took away what made us Turks anyhow. An' I think to this day, even if it was Tseng's idea, it was my fault."
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Date: 2010-07-22 03:31 am (UTC)Reno's eyebrows furrowed as he thought back on it all, on how it felt to pull the chopper out of there like nobody's business, because he had that stupid head shoved in there with him. Because there was nowhere to touch down with the chopper and going back in there would have been suicide and then Elena screamed and their radio lines were cut...
"Had to go back to Rude. An' it was on my head to make the next call. Me, yo. Tryin' to protect the President an' maybe if I was real friggin' lucky, the guy I called for help would pull his head outta his ass long enough to get involved so the world wouldn't end. Again. An' the whole damn time, all I wanted was to go back down into that fuckin' cave, bring Rude along, an' see if we could find the Director's body, yo. And from there, we'd bust in the faces of the fucks who did it, right there on their own home turf, knowin' we'd die tryin'."
Reno shrugged.
"But if we did that, we wouldn't be Turks. Not me. Not even Rude. Even if that was all the Turks had left. When it was all done an' over with... We walked away from Rufus. Took away what made us Turks anyhow. An' I think to this day, even if it was Tseng's idea, it was my fault."
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