That hardly mattered. Reno was fast. Much like Iris, he swept through the rooms of the building, navigating it like he owned the place. He'd been here before, this building that had never seen the likes of him, he knew these corridors and these rooms well enough. A shelf full of books in a bedroom upstairs. Drivel, mostly. A few journals belonging to some scientists who worked here, but no information so sensitive that it would set anybody off.
That would come later. Personal accounts of the years to follow, of them telling a Turk with a ponytail to back the hell off and stop asking after their test subjects.
Reno spat and stubbed his smoke out on one of those diaries.
And then he killed the shit out of the man who rounded the corner to see who was going through his room.
A few minutes later, using the cuff of his sleeve to wipe the crimson splatter from his cheek, he, too, made his way back to meet Iris.
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Re: Nibelheim, Gaia, Thursday Morning
Date: 2019-04-11 01:48 am (UTC)That hardly mattered. Reno was fast. Much like Iris, he swept through the rooms of the building, navigating it like he owned the place. He'd been here before, this building that had never seen the likes of him, he knew these corridors and these rooms well enough. A shelf full of books in a bedroom upstairs. Drivel, mostly. A few journals belonging to some scientists who worked here, but no information so sensitive that it would set anybody off.
That would come later. Personal accounts of the years to follow, of them telling a Turk with a ponytail to back the hell off and stop asking after their test subjects.
Reno spat and stubbed his smoke out on one of those diaries.
And then he killed the shit out of the man who rounded the corner to see who was going through his room.
A few minutes later, using the cuff of his sleeve to wipe the crimson splatter from his cheek, he, too, made his way back to meet Iris.