Take One for the Team [Shotgun]

[Reno]

Life, life cannot go by the letter

time, time, prozac can make it better

TAG: Shotgun! Words: 622

ONE LAST THING: Maybe later we should get some actual player character to kidnap. :0

Reno knew there was pretty much nothing to be done about it, but he shifted countless times in his seat just to make sure. It was a major design flaw, and he couldn’t think of any remotely good reason why someone would overlook a huge mistake like this one. Finally, after a good two minutes of shifting, he finally lay sprawled disgustedly across the seat, disdain written all over his face. ”Don’t ya PSICOM guys know how to make a pilot’s seat feel like a recliner!?”, he called out to no one in particular, since there was no one on the chopper pad to hear it but Reno himself. Another grumble left his lips with him pushing himself forward in the seat in another vain attempt to avoid feeling like the stupid-ass hard seat was going to swallow him up into the middle of it. Shinra knew how to make their choppers comfortable. Reno could have slept – and sometimes, had slept, when he’d wanted to get away from problematic Turks, leeching women, or other issue – for hours in the cockpit of the chopper back in Gaia. If he tried to sleep in this hunk of junk, he probably would have woken up to his body split in half and half his neck gone. PSICOM didn’t have the right touch to build these things. They needed more women in their lives, or something.

Eh, maybe Reno would forget about how uncomfortable he was by the time he was in the sky, if he ever got in the sky. Since when had he ever been early for something that another Turk had been late for!? Or…maybe he’d had the time wrong altogether and had been late by the time he’d kept in his head but early for the actual time. Either way, Reno yanked the cell phone from his pocket and looked at the time, wondering when Teagan was gonna show up. He loved the girl, yeah, but someday she was gonna have to get some sense of responsibility in her life and start working as hard as Reno himself worked.

Nodding to himself at the thought, Reno tapped his fingers against the chopper’s stick to some unknown beat. Yeeeah, Teagan was alright regardless. No doubt she was something to look at, unlike most of the stone-faced, crabby old women that were walking around this place like they’d just as soon drink a glass full of lighter fluid as smile. Teagan could stand him up as long as she wanted to, though, even if he was kind of eager to get his hands all over this mission right now. Heck, he hadn’t kidnapped anyone since waaaay back in the day with Shinra. The company didn’t “do those kinds of things anymore.” Apparently PSICOM did, and Reno didn’t mind it one bit, especially if it gave him another chance to one-up those Academy guys who weren’t worth ten cents anyway. AVALANCHE had actually fought for something and had turned out pretty good once they got rid of that...one weird guy with the glasses, so Reno had done his job and put any personal opinions on the matter out of his mind. These Academics, though? Reno didn’t have oooone problem dragging their arrogant asses back to PSICOM and knocking them down a few pegs if he needed to. Then again, PSICOM had told him specifically to avoid being “too rough” with the person they were going to be kidnapping. Pfft, how Reno and Teagan handled the person was going to depend on how he reacted to them dragging him back to the chopper.

”Come ooooon, Teeeeeag,” Reno said aloud to the closed door that led out to the chopper pad, again shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

noise, noise, any kind will do

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[Teagan/Shotgun]

It wasn't that she forgot she had a mission. If anything that whole week Teagan had been practicing her aim and physically training her body to best all these PSICOM losers. Being one of the only Turks that had been found in this world; she felt like she was a representative of her training and there was no way in hell she was going to roll over and let some amateur gun wielders outshine her.

So why was Teagan late? It all came down to the fact that sometimes... Teagan didn't know when to shut up. As she ran down the passages pushing a teenaged boy in the process. Lifting her shotgun up as if aiming down the hall she sucked in a deep a breath.

"Get the fu**ing hell outta my way you turds!"

Turning the last corner she burst into the Hangar doors and stopped just short of the chopper they would be taking. She placed her hands on her knees panting each breath stinging the back of her dry throat.

"You wouldn't believe the assholes we gotta deal with here!"

Teagan turned back to where the hangar crew were on standby even though she couldn't see though the one sided glass she could just feel their irritation on her being late. And just to make it seem like she didn't care Teagan raised a hand and waved energetically and mockingly... she could be too much sometimes.

Sliding in beside Reno she eyed him carefully; she wouldn't admit it to him, but she was kinda glad it was him she found first. Reno wasn't as uptight and serious as most Turks were; although as irritating as it sometimes becomes; it was still more amusing than Tseng's long and boring lectures.

Teagan placed her shotgun safely by her side she was a bit disappointed that they weren't supposed to use force... and usually that mean she had to use her weapon sparingly if at all.

"Some kid thinks he can bad lip me and get away with it; pfft showed him how we do it."

She leaned back into the chair trying to get comfortable, but and irritated look came to her face; was it just her or were these chairs more stiff than the ones they used back home in Shinra?

"What is this leather stuffed with rocks."

She muttered it under her breath for herself more so than Reno, but she wasn't discreet about it. Buckling herself up and reaching up to grab her headset she finally acknowledged the fact that she hadn't even asked about Reno.

"So; what did I miss fire-crotch?"

It wasn't exactly the nicest way to ask how he was, but she was anything but nice especially when she could poke fun at someone like Reno.

"Alright alright I'm sorry I was late I'll buy you a round of beer; can we get going now?"

Teagan could tell him the whole story of why she was late, but that always ended up in her... exaggerating just a bit and right now they had a mission to be thinking about, not her unfortunate encounter with an obnoxious and perverted 17 year old... she could always scare the kid more when they got back.
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Words: 579
AN: I agree we should kidnap someone

[Reno]

Life, life cannot go by the letter

time, time, prozac can make it better

TAG: Shotgun! Words: 648

ONE LAST THING: I'm still thinking about who we can ask. B|

Finally! There was his girl, finally popping out of the doors and looking like she’d tried way too hard to be on time. ”Trust me, I know the assholes,” Reno called back to her, giving a shake of his head when he thought of all the miserable people that were hanging around this place and how they were just getting worse. Couldn’t even take a joke, these people.

Reno waited patiently as he could ever be expected to wait, tapping his finger against the chopper’s stick as he waited for Teag to make her way into the cockpit with him. He answered her…close inspection with one of his own. ”Save them lewd thoughts for later, Teag,” he told her while hiding a sly smile, getting the cycle ready to start up the chopper, the hangar crew be damned if they weren’t ready for him to leave yet. He stuck his tongue out in concentration before adding, ”We got a kid or a man or a woman or somethin’ to nap before anyone else can think about ‘napping.’”

He got the rotors going and the rest of the chopper prepared, again having to shift in his seat when he started to buckle himself into the crash webbing to try and get himself comfortable. It was good to hear that he wasn’t the only one who thought they were sitting on cement laced with sheet rock mixed with cold steel, and eyed Teag as she herself tried to get comfortable. ”Pfft, you kiddin’? Tseng would love these seats. They’d go great with the stick up his ass.” Actually, the absolute last thing Reno wanted to think about at all was Tseng with a stick up his ass, so he took his focus and placed it again on getting the chopper ready for takeoff once one of the jackasses outside told him that he could safely take off without worrying about an airship crashing into him promptly. He took the headset and fitted it over his ears once the chopper started getting loud, handing Teag’s own headset over to her and fixing her with a sharp gaze at her question and “fire-crotch” mention.

”Still thinkin’ about my crotch all day, Teag? Gotta admit, there’s probably not a better hobby,” he told her, into the headset’s mouthpiece as he returned to his previous tapping on the ship’s stick. ”All ya missed was me havin’ to deal with a bunch of those jackasses that work with the PSICOM boss tryin’ to act like I’d traumatized half of the sex ed class. Hey, they were the ones that signed up for the class! Trauma’s part of the package when you’re dealin’ with sex ed…an’ you can take that to the bank.”

And Teag was right…they needed to get going. ”Make it two beers an’ who knows what you’ll find out about ‘fire-crotch,’” he said to her, as he leaned forward to open the channel to the hangar. ”Hey! Ya pencil-pushers gonna let us go today or tomorrow?” Finally, after the hangar technicians looked at one another in annoyance for a good ten seconds, the green light came on outside the chopper to give them a go. ”Thank you.” A few more levers and buttons to push, a pull-back on the stick, and the chopper was off as it had been many times with Reno at the helm back on Gaia. He eased the ship into a comfortable altitude to take them the short ways down to Gran Pulse and swung them around so that they were on course for Academia, where they’d find their target.

”So, Teag, not been much of a chance to talk…” He turned to look at the girl in the seat beside him again. ”What’d ya do all that time you were away from the best intelligence squad anyone’s ever seen? Ya have to have had more fun than Ciss...”

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