Reno had been shuffling in his seat for the last thirty minutes, the leather creaking with each fidgety move he made. The younger TURKs were paying him no mind, but the older, more experienced TURKs knew better. They had enough experience with an antsy Reno to know whenever he was un-entertained for too long, trouble was sure to ensue.
So Cissnei, being the responsible TURK that she was, approached the now openly bouncing, flame-haired second in command.
"Is everything alright Reno? You seem a bit….anxious." Cissnei had taken a moment to find the correct word, because saying he seemed like he was about to make something explode and get them all skinned by Vald would've only put an idea into his head.
Unfortunately, Reno did not respond with the usual "I'm soooooo bored yo!" or even "Anyone standing next to such a pair of legs would be anxious yo!" With that cheeky grin of his. What he did respond with was far more worrisome then anything.
He just smiled, and nodded his head (was there glitter in his hair?) for a moment before that simple smile turned into a Cheshire grin.
"For now, everything is just fine yo. But you might wanna attend that meeting this afternoon yo. 'Cause shits about to get real." With that, Reno winked lewdly at Cissnei before turning and strutting out of the gleaming metal door; leaving Cissnei with the TURK trainees either cheering obnoxiously or groaning miserably at whatever sports game seemed to be playing at the moment. But the ominous feeling hanging in Cissnei's mind seemed to suggest that the real games had just begun.
Rude had witnessed his rambunctious partner earlier that same morning. Normally Rude wouldn't make a point of memorizing the redhead's morning moods, but this particular morning there was certainly something foreboding in Reno's aura. Rude assumed it had something to do with his very pink suit. The neon colored material standing out against the eggshell colored walls more then the Silver General stands out in a crowd. Thanks to Rude's TURK enhanced vision, he was able to make out the faintest traces of sparkles in his grumbling partner's flaming hair.
Rude was so absorbed in his partner's new attire that it was only when Reno was directly in front of him did he notice the stack of papers clutched in the crook of his arm. Shoving a piece of crumpled copy paper at his face was the only acknowledgment Reno gave to his reserved partner before storming down the hall.
Rude looked after him for a moment, blinking once as he attempted to process the fiery TURK's behavior before turning his attention to the paper resting in his hand. Rude rolled his shoulders slightly as he read the neatly typed words.
Attention TURKS,
A meeting will be held this afternoon in the TURK briefing room. Attendance is MANDATORY.
Reno.
Author's Note: What is Reno planning hmm? And where did the pink suit come from? All will be answered in the next chapter. Reviews are always appreciated.