His finger twitched.
He could do this, he knew he could. He'd done it hundreds of times before and he wasn't about to quit now. They said he would fail, but no fucking way was that happening. He was Reno of the Turks damnit! The best there was! They seriously thought they could defeat him? What idiots.
He made the first move and jumped, entering the fray as monsters came from every direction, and every one of them had to be killed, it was the only sure chance of survival. Faster he moved, at times becoming a blur to any observer as enemy after enemy came at him, creatures from another world surrounding and taunting him. Pfft, as if he was about to be distracted so easily. Years of training and experience at work and they honestly thought bouncing around and calling at him would get him killed. Fucking idiots. Yes, sure, some days he acted like an idiot, and he might have had a reputation of being one of the more thick Turks, but there was a difference between playing the fool and actually being one, and he was never the latter. Besides, people never heard stories from those who actually saw him working at his best.
The dead tended to not speak, you see.
He was almost there, he could do this he knew it! Just a little further, just a few more obstacles to kill and he'd be home free. So close so close!
...Until head met wall.
Your dreams did not come true...
(don't run into walls or you will die!)
"God fucking damnit!" He yelled, pushing the keyboard across his desk roughly, his fingers finally letting go of the Z and X keys, the severed unicorn head mocking him. He glared daggers, stupid unicorn not jumping when he told it to! It deserved it's tumbling fall into the spike pit abyss. Though, it could have something to do with the shitty internet connection they had, he'd have to talk to Tseng about that. In order to get research done faster, of course.
Speaking of which, there was still a gigantic pile of paperwork sitting beside him to be done. Stupid Cloud, and AVALANCHE, keeping him off of the field for a month and sticking him on rookie paperwork. He grabbed a sheet and put it beside the keyboard, ready to get to work. But just as he was about to start Rude's top score of 96,572 caught the corner of his eye. His was 93,483.
He was going to beat his partner, paperwork be damned.