1. Introduction.
Reno Sinclair looked up at the customer lying dead over him. The brunette standing in the doorway holding the smoking gun looked at him, just looking up at the customer. Then he looked over to the man in the navy suit. His trained eyes immediately noticed the small pin on the tie and the tailors mark on the lapel.
"You gonna pay what I just lost?" he asked, rolling the cadaver off himself. Blood dripped down his front from the bullet wound, little piece of lead lodged in the bed behind him. "and you'd better pay a cleanup fee too." he said, pulling out a cigarette. The other man looked shocked.
"Who are you?" he asked the redheaded whore, who looked at him appraisingly.
"Reno. You?" he asked, leaning back on the splattered sheets, comfortable. He'd been filthier after all, and the man was clean. No need to worry about his blood.
"Tseng." he said, holstering the gun and pulling the banker of the redheads legs when he realized that he was pinned. "sorry for interrupting, but it was orders." he said, and tossed the redhead a card. "call that number to collect." he said, and he took the man by the hair, dragging him towards the door.
"Hold up. I don't know who the fuck you are, but if you can shoot a man in cold blood over his whore, you can at least pay that whore." he said, standing and blocking the door, arms crossed. "I had a contract with that fucker, so now that it's void, I'm out my sis's meds money. I need that tonight." he said, green eyes cold and hard.
Tseng considered a moment, before sighing. He reached into his back pocket, looking at him.
"How much?" he asked, and Reno smirked. A determined Reno got what he wanted. "five thou." he said, and the man grunted, pulling out a set of bills. "I have two fifty here, come with me and you'll have the rest. And for fucks sake, get some clothes on." he said, and Reno grinned, slipping on his jeans and oversized shirt.
He helped the man drag the other to the dumpster, and he found a gas can nearby, tossing it over the body and lighting it on his cigarette.
"Rest in Hell, you fucker." he said amiably as he walked away, lighting up again. He followed the man to the car, and when he arched an eyebrow, the young man crossed his arms, still covered in the blood.
"I want your word that I'll be paid for this." Reno said, looking the man over appraisingly, memorizing his features, his scent of soap and tea and musk. "I do a job, and I get paid. My job gets shot, I still get paid yo."
"Call the number. Tell them Tseng told you to call and that you're under contract. They'll give you an address." he said, slamming the door and driving away. Reno cursed, going back to the hotel.
Not the best introduction to the man who would change his life.