Tseng took a long drag from his cigaret, double checking his clips and motioning with two fingers for Rude to pass him more ammunition.
"Red leather, black wings and insanity. If they come together, shred it." He murmured around the cancer stick.
Reno arched a brow, flicking his ponytail before twisting the wrist holding his baton. "When'd you decide to take up smoking Boss?"
Tseng didn't bother to reply, stubbing out what was left of the burning filter in the liquid remnants of Genesis.
Rude only looked around calmly, cracked his impressive knuckles, and pointed to the East. "Nearest facility, we'll check there first."
Tseng nodded, looked them all over once, then shoved his hand in Reno's jacket to a lot of surprised squawking and pulled out a mangled packet of smokes. "We'll meet back at the heli-pad come sundown. Wutai's not getting any more Turks." The words came out in a low, dead growl. Whether directed at them, or the island nation currently writhing in war-torn agony was anyone's guess.
Stalking into the dark maze of the jungle floor, the white snap of the Muten scripture was the last thing to vanish from sight.
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Date: 2013-12-04 08:25 pm (UTC)"Red leather, black wings and insanity. If they come together, shred it." He murmured around the cancer stick.
Reno arched a brow, flicking his ponytail before twisting the wrist holding his baton. "When'd you decide to take up smoking Boss?"
Tseng didn't bother to reply, stubbing out what was left of the burning filter in the liquid remnants of Genesis.
Rude only looked around calmly, cracked his impressive knuckles, and pointed to the East. "Nearest facility, we'll check there first."
Tseng nodded, looked them all over once, then shoved his hand in Reno's jacket to a lot of surprised squawking and pulled out a mangled packet of smokes. "We'll meet back at the heli-pad come sundown. Wutai's not getting any more Turks." The words came out in a low, dead growl. Whether directed at them, or the island nation currently writhing in war-torn agony was anyone's guess.
Stalking into the dark maze of the jungle floor, the white snap of the Muten scripture was the last thing to vanish from sight.