Life's unfair. This was a reoccurring thought that often struck Reno as he found himself reflecting life which he'd been doing a lot of lately for reasons unknown. He felt so incredibly weak. And now as he stared at the dead young man lying crumpled before his feet that thought hit him again, full throttle. Life was an unfair bitch.
He took a moment to study the dead body that had been alive mere minutes ago and pleading for mercy. Mercy. Right. A word that was not in the vocabulary of a Turk. Certainly not of one who was second in command. Crouching down, he felt a sudden breeze hit him, forcing goosebumps to arise on his rather pale, sickly looking skin.
Reno hadn't seen this body as a man. No. He hadn't seen the tiny curly mop of dark hair, the lightly freckled nose, the delicate features. He'd only seen someone who had stood in his way. Someone who needed to be eliminated.
Ah the mind of an assassin. A Turk.
He reached into the male's shirt pocket and retrieved a pack of cigarettes. A normal person would have been appalled by such heartlessness and disrespect for the dead. But he wasn't normal. He was a Turk.
The insistent flick of someone trying to light up broke the eerie silence of the conviniently foggy night. Taking a moderately long drag on his cigarette, Reno reached for his electro mag rod which lay near the body, painted red with the unfortunate male's blood. The red haired male examined his weapon of choice wearily, the morbid crimson artwork looking dangerously provocative against the cold steel of the rod. He sighed heavily, wiping the blood on the body's shirt without much remorse. His mind was blank at the moment. He supposed one did have to learn to numb themselves of all emotion when living the life that he did. But still, that tiny pang of guilt would always eat at him in his dreams.
The sound of footsteps approaching didn't startle him in the least. He simply went on smoking for a few moments before turning his head to put a face to the former sound. A half smirk appeared on his handsome face as he squinted up at the streetlights. "Yo...partner..."
The stoic male simply known as Rude nodded his head in greeting. He glanced over at the dead body, the seemingly perpetual seriousness on his face somehow deepening. "Ready to go?"
Reno rose, dusting his pants off. He wouldn't look back. This was the life he'd chosen and looking back wasn't an option. Another breeze blew past him as he offered a slow, meditative nod. "I was born ready..."