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FlagpoleAN: For a contest on deviantart run by the lovely albedosreqium/sonya
Warnings: Reno being Reno, and suffering the consequences. Language.
Reno whined, sulking and squirming where he was stuck. He supposed that technically, people could say he had brought this upon himself. But that would have been unfair. Whilst yes, he had trapped Tseng in the elevator with that secretary he was crushing on, and yes, he had put a bug in there already to record anything interesting that was happening, he didn't deserve to find himself chained to a flagpole.
It had gone well, and that was the most annoying thing of all. The bugs might have all been found and smashed, and the camera covered over, but when the screen had come back on line after half an hour, the two of them were looking distinctly ruffled. The woman had been busy doing her shirt back up, and Tseng's tie was a little un
Thirty StepsPairing: Tseng and Rufus
Warnings: Mentions of violence and romance.
Tseng stared straight ahead, knowing that he had to remain brave, even now, even as he was terrified. He had been a Turk, a good Turk, for a long time, but now everything had changed. He was never going to wear that dark blue suit again. He'd lost his second skin. The crowd had their eyes on him, and he knew he had to walk. Thirty steps to his destiny.
His mind drifted back, to several years before, when he'd sat in that plastic chair, a stranger in the land, in front of the then head of the Turks. Veld had smiled at him then, and had said he would go far. He wondered if the other had known, even then, just how far he would go. He could remember the way the man had stared at him that day, and thought that he probably had.
One. His foot hit the first stone slab, and he felt a jolt run through him. It reminded h
Reno and the ButterflyReno sat at his desk, entirely tired of his work. He didn't know what he was doing. He was extremely bored, completely fed up with paperwork. In his mind, Tseng was a monster. Not only had a smushed Reno Junior, but he'd also got bored of his puppet drama. He felt quite upset.
He'd had some other bugs, but Rude had let them go when the two of them had been sent on a week long mission. He knew that it was right, but it still upset him. He looked at the huge pile of paperwork still waiting for him.
Maybe he could ask Tseng to fold him a little paper crane, and that could be his pet. He searched through the online files, finding Reeve's information. Just as he had expected, the other had information about different paper folding shapes. One in particular stood out. A little paper butterfly. He picked up the closest sheet of paper.
Underneath, was nestled a ti
Inspector Wolf The old lady was dead. I could smell it before I even got into the house. The whole place reeked of adrenaline, sweat, fear, copper and steel. He’d dropped her right in her living room. Chopped and chopped until she stopped moving. But I could tell I was getting close. This had been done in a hurry, and the killer didn’t have the time to clean up after himself like he usually did.
Across the room, the phone rang. The shrill sound set my teeth to grinding, but I ignored it. Instead I followed the killer’s bloody footprints into the back bedroom. He’d climbed out the window. If I hurried, I could catch up to him and end this disgusting spree he was on.
Then the answering machine kicked in. “Hi, Gramma! It’s Red. Sorry I’m running late. I kind of lost track of time. But don’t worry. I packed the picnic and I’m heading out the door right now. Love you.”
She’d been expec
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