Yamanaka Ino (Iris)

"That will suffice," Tseng replied, tone clipped and still ever the picture of professionalism.

... He would rue the day.

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She was just going to hope he was up on his slang from six years in the future.

"I'll let you get that other call then," Iris said. "And maybe we'll send you a selfie or something."

It would be when they were doing something stupid. Just because.

"And six years or so from now, you're going to look back on today and sigh."

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"I'm already sighing," Tseng informed her. "There was no other call."

There was, however, a rookie Turk who had just been informed on their routine Sector Six training patrol that her boss needed to take a call from... her.

So.

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At least Iris was more prepared for that sort of nonsense.

Fandom and all.

"It's better than dealing with me when I'm four, though, right?"

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Tseng sighed.

"I suppose, at some point, I'll find out."

Zack was a menace at four. He could only imagine what Iris was like.

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"Ohmygods."

He hadn't even met her when she was tiny, yet! The glee in her voice was probably not super reassuring.

Iris was adorable and precious at four.

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"Indeed."

Tseng sounded pained. So pained.

"Will that be all?"

Hated. That. Island.

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"For now!" she chirped. "I'll call you if we need you, but we're pretty used to running independently at this point."

So very independently.

"Stay out of trouble, yo." Then she hung up on him and burst into laughter.

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Reno was just standing back and grinning.

"So," he said, "that went well?"

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"He must have lost all sense temporarily," Iris confided, tucking her PHS away. "First, he knows me. I'm minioning for him right now. Second, he wants a report but he gave us permission to text it to him."

Tseng was never going to make that mistake again.

"And he's never met me as a four year old yet. Poor, deprived man."

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"Poor bastard's missin' out, yo," Reno laughed, shaking his head. And then stretched his arms out. Looked toward the mansion.

Swore under his breath.

"... Bet we could spare everyone a lotta trouble just by hidin' a few books, yo."

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"You know what books to steal?"

Because, hey, she was down for that.

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"Nope," Reno replied. "Wanna burn the library?"

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"It's been a long, long time since we got to burn somethin' as big that."

Thanks for that, croquet land.

"I'm in. Let's trash it but good."

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Reno grinned.

"An' if that donkey-laughin' lunatic is in there? We throw his ass into the mako."

Just putting that out there.

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Iris contemplated the mansion.

"Where is the mako, anyway? Underneath?"

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"Mako's back at the reactor," Reno replied, jerking a thumb in that direction. "But there are lines that supply tanks in the basement."

Please don't think too hard about the tanks in the basement, Iris.

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Yeah… no… there was no way she wasn't going to think about them now, her face going pale.

"Right," she said, a bit distantly. "Let's burn it all."

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Reno simply nodded, and without another word, he started walking toward the mansion.

Cut the trouble off at the source.

Best chance they had yet, right?

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It really was, though who knew what doing so would do to the world and timeline she and Zack were from. Time travel, how did it work again?

Iris trailed behind him, her eyes hard.

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Maybe nothing. Maybe they'd just create a new reality, a new possibility. Somewhere else, in another time at the same time, Zack was looking for Iris, after all.

Reno was ever so casually lighting up a smoke as they approached the mansion's front door. Tried the handle. Locked, of course.

Swiped his keycard.

Turk access. Ha.

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Heh.

"That's convenient," Iris said, smirking faintly. "And the place ain't deserted, though it ain't fully occupied either."

Just a heads up.

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"Wouldn't be empty," Reno agreed with a sigh. "There's always at least one in there, though we ain't likely to see him any time soon. If it's someone up an' about, my money's on Hojo and his assistants. We can ice 'em. The world won't miss 'em."

At all.

Even a little bit.

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"You know," she said, some life coming back to her eyes as amusement sparked, "do you remember that costume we used to mangle?"

Iris. Iris, no.

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