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Reno of the Turks was a man who truly appreciated and enjoyed spinning chairs. While it was true that it could never compare to flying a helicopter, there was a certain thrill to wheeling yourself down a hallway and watching the secretaries run out of your way squealing. Who cared if it always almost certainly resulted in a lecture from Tseng? It definitely had damage reports beat, that was one thing Reno knew for sure.
The one fact Reno lamented however was his colleagues' definite lack of respect for the art of the wheelie chair.
"C'mon Rude, just let me show you man!" he pleaded of his partner one particularly dull afternoon. It had been at least a month since their last mission and the redhead was itching to do something more exciting that paperwork and annoying his coworkers. Short of stealing the helicopter and taking it out for a spin (something even Reno knew was crossing the line) the best he could come up with was racing Rude down the hall.
"I'll pass, thanks," Rude said, laughing slightly. Reno frowned as he pushed himself backwards out of their cubicle.
"Sometimes you are just no fun, yo."
However Reno did not make it out the door before colliding with something tall and blond. He turned to see who he had hit and then shot out of his chair faster than a bullet out of a gun.
"Mr. President Sir, I uh..."
Unsure of what to say, the redhead saluted. Rufus Shinra chuckled slightly as he shook his head gently.
"Out of all my employees, you certainly are the most entertaining," he said, still smirking. "I was hoping to employ your help on a mission, would you be interested?"
"Would I be interested?" Reno replied. "Do Chocobos screw in fields?" The President laughed.
"I knew I could count on you. Does the name Theadosia Grisham mean anything to you?" Reno merely gave his boss a blank look as he shook his head.
"Should it?" he asked, bewildered.
"She's the daughter of a Shinra scientist, and an experiment Shinra has a great interest in. We'd like it if you could keep an eye on her."
Reno exchanged a look with his partner.
"Yo, boss, not meaning to question your judgment or anything but didn't we do this already once? Ya know, with the whole Certa girl thing?"
"She's always at the same bar every night, so surveillance would be relatively eas--"
"Now I'm sure you've got the wrong guy Sir," Reno said backing away and holding up his palms. "I'm trying to quit drinking you see and--"
"This is an assignment Reno, not a suggestion," Rufus Shinra replied, his eyes flashing in the way that told you to cease arguing if you valued your life. Reno bit his lip. "I'll send the details of the mission to both you and Tseng. I know that you won't disappoint me."
The President left the redhead dumbfounded. He sank back into his spinning chair, slightly defeated.
"Reno, I'm sure it will turn out fine," Rude said to the back of his partner's head. Suddenly, the man turned about without warning.
"I'll race you to the copier. Come on, yo!"
Before the bald man could even open his mouth to respond, Reno was halfway down the hall, laughing his butt off. Rude shook his head. He sure did bounce back quick.
