Note: Well, here's the first chapter of the sequel I promised you all. I cant promise how regular its going to be between chapters this time, but I'm gonna try as often as possible to put something up. If it's been a while and you're wondering where the next chapter is, its probably best to take a look in my LiveJournal and see what's happening (.com). I DO have a lot of college work right now though, so no promises...

Before anyone asks - The Reno I use here IS NOT the Reno from Advent Children All the characters I use are based on those from the original game, so please dont make comparisons between the two, they're very different people. If you haven't played the game? Do it. It's better than the film. I promise.

Also... This is the sequel to my other fic Tseng's Company. If you haven't read that first it might be a good idea...

Reviews Anyone who reviews my chapters are very luffly people and deserve lots and lots of Shiny things. Seriously though, reviews do me a lot of favours, and make me want to write more. Thanks in advance to anyone who does. ^^;

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Chapter One

It wasn't like I wasn't used to this stuff, hanging around a car in the dead of night, waiting for Rude and Tseng to come back so I could get the hell home. I mean, come on, I'm a Turk - it doesn't bother me.

You wanna know what does bother me?

Freezing my nuts off as I wait, thats what.

Which, coincidentally, was what I was doing right now. Slouching against Tseng's car outside some crappy pawn shop down in sector 2. I could only assume from the thudding and crashing I could hear inside, that Tseng and Rude were kicking the owner's ass. Now don't get me wrong - I love a good ass kicking as much as the next guy, but not when I'm standing outside to make sure nobody else goes in, and freezing my nuts to icecubes in the process. That bit, believe it or not, aint so fun. And I'd been doing it for a whole half an hour here.

It was a late winter night in the slums of Midgar.

I lit up a cigarette and yawned boredly, shivering slightly before shoving a hand into my pocket. Across from me in the alleyway at the side of the shop, a cat scurried across, casting a dim shadow from the nearly dead streetlight next to the car. Half an hour of sitting out here while Tseng and Rude had all the damn fun, and the most interesting thing I'd seen all night was a cat. Let me tell ya, as entertaining as that is, this was no way the evening I'd had in mind before Heidigger had called us in for this little extra-curricular activity. My night had been planned out with a pizza for two, a certain Wutaian's double bed, a certain pair of SOLDIER issue handcuffs and a bucketload of chocolate sauce, but apparently that little dessert was off the menu thanks to this.

If I ever get the chance? Remind me to kick Heidigger in the nuts a couple of hundred times. Or better yet - stick 'em in a bucket of ice water for half an hour, then maybe he'd feel like I did right now.

I wait much damn longer, I'm gonna freeze into a new hood ornament for Tseng's car.

Yeah... if you dont know me yet? I'm an impatient, impetuous, stupid and wayward son of a bitch. It takes a hell of a lot to make me pay attention to an order, and even when I do its only for a while - as soon as my attention span's gone the whole thing goes to hell, and my attention span had well and truly run out. I was pissed off after waiting half an hour wondering what they were doing, and freezing my ass off in the process. Especially since tonight was one of the rare times me and Tseng actually got where we could meet at his apartment and be sure we weren't being watched. So whatever it was Rude and Tseng were doing in here, I figured I'd give them a helping hand.

Ok so maybe chocolate sauce was outta the question now, but if I hurried them up we might still have time for handcuffs.

I pushed myself off the side of the car and slouched over, flicking the cigarette to the floor as I headed on in, kicking open the already battered in door and heading finally into the warm. On the minus side the air in here smelled like crap, but hey I guess you can't win 'em all, huh?

"You really think this is doing you any good?" Tseng's low, purring voice echoed from up ahead, sending a smutty smirk sliding up the side of my face as I jumped over the crap in front of the entrance that the guy had tried to blockade the door with when we'd first arrived. Not that it had done him any good, considering his current position - collapsed in a bloody heap at a way too calm looking Tseng's feet. "If you didn't want this to happen, you shouldn't have stolen from Shinra... and if you didn't want this to happen, you wouldn't be stupid enough not to tell us where you're hiding them."

Rude stood at the side of him and cracked his knuckles loudly for effect. He likes doing that - cracking his knuckles at people to freak them out. And hey lets face it - if a huge guy like him with a bald head and a crazy aversion to words walked up to ya in the street cracking his knuckles? You'd run away, crying like a baby.

The guy on the floor in front of Tseng, however, didn't. Rude had pretty much pummeled his face into a complete damn mess, but from somewhere he was still managing to glare at Tseng through bloodsoaked eyes.

"I'm not... hiding anything." He hissed painfully, and spat at Tseng's shoe.

As usual, Tseng looked pretty unphased, staring straight back with those hands folded across his chest. Or at least... he was, until I came lurching into view. Tseng's eyes snapped up to meet mine, face so damn cold I could have been looking at a block of ice rather than an actual damn person. But I knew that look, and heck I was used to it. I just grinned evilly, shrugged and leaned against a display cabinet full of materia in the middle of the room.

"What part of 'stand guard' did you not understand?" He snapped darkly. I just lit up a cigarette casually and adjusted the goggles on my head. In any other damn situation I would've tried to squirm out of it with some kind of half baked excuse, but Tseng was in the middle of interrogating some poor asshole, so he wasn't gonna have time to chide me and it seemed pretty pointless.

I tell ya... there's nothing funner than watching Tseng go crazy at how much of a lazy ass I can be. There's also nothing more dangerous. Hell one of these days I'm just expecting the guy to up and kick the crap outta me in total exhasperation.

"You aughtta try standing out in the damn cold for half an hour and let me interrogate some son of a bitch someday." I said with a shrug, and folded my arms across my chest. I watched with utter damn amusement as Tseng stared at me darkly, the corner of his eye twitched for just a fraction of a second before he opened his mouth silently, probably decided that arguing with me would be pointless, and turned his back on me and headed back to the bloodied-up Pawn shop owner. Rude just stood there, dumb as ever, holding on to the guy's shoulder tightly. He nodded at me and grunted, which when translated kinda means 'how ya doin', Reno?' Or at least, over the past two and a half years of knowing the guy, thats what I've guessed it means. On the other hand, he could've been telling me I smelled of crap and I wouldn't've known the damn difference.

Heh... Rude... Mr. fucking Non-Verbal of Shinra Inc. He should get a damn medal for it sometime.

Tseng leaned down next to the guy on the floor, forcing the poor son of a bitch to look away and hell I dont blame him - Out of work hours, Tseng's... well, to be pretty honest he's actually kinda a decent guy, as difficult as it is to admit that, but as soon as he gets up, puts that suit on... well... lets just say if you piss him off, you might wanna go and hide under a rock for a while til he puts down any sharp objects. And I'm definitely talking from experience here.

Anyway... the thing is when the son of a bitch is serious, he gets this look. You know? The kind of look that feels so vicious it could probably melt your damn skin off if he used it on you long enough, and that was how he was looking at the guy on the floor in front of him right now. Apparently I wasn't the only one getting impatient, and I could guess that what was on Tseng's mind was probably the same thing as on mine. Heidigger's phonecall had interrupted us in the middle of a pretty damn enjoyable make-out session, after all...

"Final chance..." He growled, dark Wutaian eyes burning into the other's face . "Unless you start telling us where you put those stolen weapons... we start removing body parts."

...OK then. I guess Tseng really was impatient.

A tip - never interrupt a pair of horny Turks in the middle of a makeout session. Odds are, it'll end up with severed bodyparts.

The guy on the floor squeaked and shook his head nervously, beads of sweat dripping from his face onto the concrete floor. Tseng's eyes narrowed in annoyance and he stood up, putting a hand in his pocket to take out a knife. The guy on the floor squeaked some more and tried to back away from Tseng. Rude just held his shoulder harder and both of us watched and waited for Tseng to pull out his knife.

The thing was... that knife never came out of his pocket. In fact, for about twenty whole seconds, all Tseng did was stand there with his hand still stuck in his pocket as his eyes - just a second ago filled with venom - widened slightly, staring at what Reno the asshole here thought was the wall behind me.

It was only when I heard a gun cock carefully behind me and the barrel rest against the back of my head that I realised that coming in from the cold was probably one of the most stupid ideas this complete braindead prick of a Turk had ever had.

"One move, Turk, and I'll blow your fucking head off."

I took one huge gulp of air, stared straight at the faint look of horror of Tseng's face, and said the only damn thing that would come outta my mouth at the time:

"...ah... fuck."