Yamanaka Ino (
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Apartment Above the Boards, Tuesday Morning
Like Zack, Ino hadn't slept much after they'd sent Kueng home. There was a lot to think about and--in her case--a lot to read, look at, and watch. Tseng, Kueng's Tseng, had come through for her with every little bit of information he could scrape up that might change the future.
She'd wanted to go through it herself, first, before sending off copies to both the Tseng in her timeline (even in her head, she wasn't sure about calling him 'her' Tseng) and to Reno, with an email explaining what this information was and how she'd gotten it.
Then she settled in to review the information again.
Maybe it was morbid to watch herself die, but the fact she went out laughing, made her smile.
[Late post is late, but open, sure~]
She'd wanted to go through it herself, first, before sending off copies to both the Tseng in her timeline (even in her head, she wasn't sure about calling him 'her' Tseng) and to Reno, with an email explaining what this information was and how she'd gotten it.
Then she settled in to review the information again.
Maybe it was morbid to watch herself die, but the fact she went out laughing, made her smile.
[Late post is late, but open, sure~]
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Magic!
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"It opened, it opened! The light changed!" She turned the card over again. "Do all doors open with these?"
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Reno smirked down and shrugged his shoulders, then held out his hand for the card.
"Beep beep," he said. "Got the key to the whole building here. But sometimes you gotta have a code, too."
Hence Reno's elevator trauma.
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"Do I gotta? she asked, wheedling. "I won't drop it, I promise."
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"Aw, c'mon," he drawled. "I gotta have that, Rookie. You," he pointed to one of her jacket pockets, then slipped a hand in and pulled something out of it, "got your own."
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Ino supposed she could give this one back, since he had another one.
"Trade you?" she said, offering his card back.
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He opened the door again and held it for her.
"Shall we?"
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She toddled through the door, giggling and waving her keycard at it as she did so and, with a glance back at him, once through it, kept on making her way down the hall.
Maybe he'd let her have the next door!
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