Hehehe. So Forcible and I made it our New Year's resolution to write a fic a day between the two of us. So here's the first of the year.
HAPPY RUN LIKE RENO DAY!
-Spink.
"Ridiculous."
Reno huffed and scowled at his boss. Son of a-
"Besides, don't you already have one?"
The redhead turned, the tick in his brow becoming ever more apparent as the conversation waned. He did so tire of Rufus' sarcasm. Of course he had-
"The answer is still no."
He glared, hoping against hope that one day Rufus' head would spontaneously combust from one of his glares. God the Turk hated him. Well, that was a lie. Not hate per se, but-
"If that was all you wanted, you are dismissed."
Dismissed was he? Reno disagreed and advanced on his boss, a malicious glint in his eye and a hop to his step.
"Now listen here Rufus-"
"You have until the count of three."
Reno stopped and looked down the barrel of the gun being pointed at his chest.
"You wouldn't."
Rufus quirked a brow a smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
"Wouldn't I?"
The redhead twitched, his hand itching to slap the gun away and his gut telling him that if he even tried Rufus would predict it and shoot him before he could say shit. He released the safety.
"One."
"Hey-"
"Two."
Reno swallowed, nodded once to his boss and took off like a hare through the office back through the door he'd entered by. Rufus snorted.
"Serves him right, wrecking another company car."
He replaced his gun in its holster and returned his attention to his previous work. And that run truly is quite ridiculous.
R&R