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Gunfights in the alley were common in Midgar even in the days after Meteor.

Don't ask, don't tell – is the unofficial motto of the occupants in the slum. They had learnt to deal with the gunshots by not dealing with it at all; they just closed the windows and prayed hard that it will be over quick.

"Reno, how many left?" Elena asked to the crouching red-head beside her as she fired a few more shots.

She's pretty certain that she'd took out at least half, if not more, of their attackers but their numbers didn't seem to be dwindling at all. The returning gunshots were still as persistent as ever.

Reno's head move to the side and back in a quick motion. "Shit-loads," he replies with a sardonic smile.

"Well then," she crouches back down next to him and reloaded the last magazine into her gun, "We're screwed."

"Not really," Reno says thoughtfully, "We could just throw a couple of grenades and we'd be done."

Elena shoots him a hard glare. "Do you have a grenade? Because I sure don't."

"What? What do you mean you don't have grenade? You always carry one!"

"Not when I am stuck on desk duty for a month!" she retorts angrily, taking out her rage on two opponents.

Reno rests his head against the battered dumpster that had been their shield and sighed. "Alright, now we move on to plan B."

"Plan B, huh?" Elena felt her mouth twitching into a smile; only Reno would want to go to Plan B in circumstances like these.

He nods silently and pulls out his mag rod.

"It's not my fault if you die," she says defiantly and Reno flashed a confident grin in reply.

"One…," they counted simultaneously. Elena takes a deep breath and tightens her grip on the gun; she would have to make every bullet count.

"Two…"

They grinned at each other.

"Three!"

Elena was the first to stand up from their hiding place and using a keen eye, she fired three simultaneous shots that took out her targets instantly. The enemies seemed startled for a moment as they tried to reorganize their ranks.

Using the split second confusion as his cue, Reno sprinted out from his cover into the darkness. He traipsed silently, utilizing the dark corners as his protection.

The first man that he took out with the mag rod didn't even know what hit him. He let out a short gasp against Reno's palms and fell forward.

Reno didn't waste any time, he knew that Elena's bullets were running out quick. The enemies were probably amateurs. He could tell by the way they shot; trigger happy but not very accurate at all.

Cranking up the voltage of his rod to the maximum, he sprinted across the enemy lines and took out his opponents with one clear hit each. When the last of the men fell, he felt a sense of satisfaction course through his body.

Reno gave a thumb's up in Elena's direction and she emerged from her spot cautiously because Turks took no chances. Once she was satisfied that their surroundings were clear, she placed her gun back into its holster.

Kicking the bodies of one of their assailants in distaste, she turned to Reno, "Who do you think they are?"

"Probably mercenaries."

Clang!

The two Turks turned quickly and drew out their weapons at the sound of metal hitting the ground. With trained eyes, they quickly surveyed the abandoned alley but found nothing.

Reno was the first to speak. "It's probably just a cat."

"We should probably go," Elena suggested softly, still pointing her gun towards the direction of the noise.

"Yeah."

Taking one final look at the scene of destruction they left, the two Turks made their way out into the streets of Midgar.

Reeve studied the two teammates carefully as they walked back into his office with a bemused expression. Their uniforms were dirty and disheveled and they were also emitting a slightly unpleasant odour.

"What…?"

"Well, we were out on our date…" Reno started.

"We were not!" Elena interrupted him and Reno flashed an infuriating grin at her.

When she ignored him, Reno scratched his chin and continued his story, "Where was I? Yes, we were out on our date and some guy just came up to us and started asking me about my sister."

Reeve raised a quizzical eyebrow.

"I know, I know, oldest trick in the book to divert your attention. But, Elena managed to pin the guy's hands onto the table before he planted a bullet in my head and we took off after that."

This time, Reeve gave Elena an approving nod and she beamed proudly.

Sticking a tongue out at her childishly, Reno narrated on, "We ran out and suddenly a whole bunch of 'em came out of nowhere and started shooting at us. It's a good thing the dumpster was nearby so we jumped behind it."

The corners of Reeve's lips twitched into something resembling a smile; that probably explained the smell.

Elena quickly took over from Reno from that point. "We started shooting back but genius here," she turned her head angrily at Reno, "didn't bring enough ammo."

"I took them out in the end didn't I?" Reno said smugly.

"We would have done it a lot quicker if you bothered to equip yourself once in a while," Elena argued.

Rude spoke for the first time since they entered the office. "So how did you get out?"

The two Turks stopped arguing and smiled cheekily at each other, as if they weren't at each other's throats just a second ago.

"Plan B," Reno says,

Elena repeated with a grin. "Yup, Plan B."

Reeve had no idea what Plan B meant, but he smiled anyway. He trusted the Turks and their methods.

"So did you find out who attacked you?"

"Reno thinks that they are just mercenaries."

"Yeah, they were probably just picking a fight with the Turks," said Reno dismissively. During the days of AVALANCHE, he'd encountered plenty of people that would just approach him at a bar and tried to land a punch on him.

"Hm," Reeve clasped his hands in front of him and pondered, "Maybe. Shinra still has a lot of enemies. Well, we will assume that this is a one-off thing but if it happens again, we might have to look more into it."

"Of course," answered Reno. Reeve noticed the dangerous glint in his eyes.

Nobody messes with the Turks.

"It's kind of sad, really," Reno stated as he and Elena walked into the elevator together.

"It's not like you to be all sentimental after a fight," said Elena in a teasing tone.

"I wasn't talking about the fight."

"What about then?" she asked, irritated, "It's not like I can read your mind."

"I just think that it's kind of sad that we never really got to finish our date."

"Stop saying that!"

Reno ignored her protests. "Well, the night is still young anyway," he said cryptically and moved so that he was facing her.

Suddenly feeling extremely claustrophobic, she tried brushing him away but Reno caught her hand and pinned it to the elevator wall.

She eyed her trapped wrist critically. "Do anything stupid and I will shoot you."

Reno looked down at the gun she held in her other hand against his ribs and grinned; he always knew that she was a good shot. That didn't stop him from inching his face closer to hers though.

"Don't make me do it, Reno," Elena warned and dug the barrel into his ribs to prove her point.

He was an inch away and she could feel his breath against her lips.

In the final moments, the elevator came to a halt and the door opened with a 'ting!'.

"Saved by the bell," he said huskily and pulled away. He stepped next to her calmly as though nothing had happened.

Elena let out a breath of relief that she didn't know she was holding and tucked her gun back into its holster. She hurried out to her car without looking back at the red-haired man standing in the elevator.

"Your place or my place?" Reno's question echoed eerily in the empty car park.

Finally turning back to face the infuriating smile on his face, Elena gave him the coldest glare that she could muster, "In your dreams."

"Definitely," he replied with a leer.

Disregarding his answer, she slipped into her car and cursed Reno's sick mind under her breath.

At the same time, it scared her that even with the disgust she felt, she still couldn't calm the rapid pounding against her chest when she thought of him.