At lunch time, sit in your parked car with sunglasses on and point a hair dryer at passing cars. See if they slow down.

A/N: I changed it from 'lunch time' to 'any time'.

Reno was making his way to the Turk floor as he did every morning. He passed his superior's office to pick up his share of paperwork for the day. He closed Tseng's door behind him and made his way to the room the other employees called office. He thought the room's utility would be more obvious if the walls were padded. He put his stack of files on his desk and sat down on top of it. He lit his morning cigarette and started gazing at that interesting little spot on the wall.

"Reno." Rude acknowledged his partner.

"Rude." Reno answered.

"Why are you sitting on your papers?" Rude slid his sunglasses to the tip of his nose and looked at Reno with large brown eyes.

"What papers?" Reno puffed out a ring of smoke and lazily watched it fade away.

"The ones you're sitting on…"

"Oh, those."

"…"

"My desk is too hard. I need something to cushion it."

"Why don't you sit on your chair?"

"Can I borrow your shades?" Reno finally looked at Rude.

"…"

"Please?"

"…"

"I won't break them."

"…"

"I won't sell them."

"…"

"Aww, come on, don't you trust me?"

"………"

"Fine, I'll get some myself." Reno muttered and jumped down his desk.

"Why do you need them?" Rude asked.

"You're not letting me borrow them, so what's it to you?" Reno tended to act childishly when he didn't get what he wanted. He left the office, then took the lift down to the garage.

Rufus Shinra was a very spoiled brat. The ShinRa headquarter garage had seven floors, one reserved entirely for Rufus' collection cars. Reno walked up to a black Chevrolet Monza and slid in the driver's seat. Why the brat had such an ugly car was beyond him, but then again, most things the vice-president did were. Reno wired the car to a start and drove off to downtown upper plate.

He passed the streets looking for one of those all purposes stores scattered across the plate, and as soon as he found one, he promptly parked half the car on the sidewalk. He ignored the calls and glares, those that didn't recognize his Turk uniform were hushed by the others who did. Reno entered the store and made a beeline for the section he wanted. The guy who sat at the register didn't say anything about his purchase, eying his uniform warily. Reno made a mental note to check the guy's basement once he was up for work.

Soon, Reno was out on the streets again. He backed half of the Monza into an alley and got out with his shopping bag. He took the two items out and spread the plastic bag over the hood of the car. He sat on it, making himself comfy. He put the RayBan on, and untangled the hairblower's wire. When a car passed, he pointed the device at the vehicle and grinned evilly at the driver.

Several days later, Tseng was reading a report while he walked to his office from the coffee machine. It said that the traffic on downtown upper plate had slowed considerably. He frowned in confusion. The reports were usually about accidents due to fast drivers. He reached the elevators and pressed the 'up' button. Looking at the numbers on top of the door, he saw the elevator was currently on floor G5. The VP's collection garage. When the elevator door dinged open, Tseng was prepared to either question why anybody was on that floor, or, if it was the VP, why he hadn't called for escort. He wasn't prepared when Reno came out whistling happily wearing a RayBan and holding a hairblower in one of his hands.