Tseng sat on the plane, looking over the blueprint of Garin. Reno sat next to him, thumping the end of his electro-mag rod into the web of his hand.

"So, what's the plan, Tseng?"

Tseng looked up. "I'm really not sure. First things first, we need to take care of the snipers on the roof. Then, we'll just have to take things as they come."

Reno sat back in his chair. 'At least this is more exciting than my paperclip chain...'

Rude drummed his fingers on the cement floor, wondering when Tseng and Reno would decide to make their move.

"Ugg! Stop! You're driving me crazy!" cried Rene.

Rude stopped and looked up, very much tempted to keep drumming just to annoy her, but decided against it.

Rene sighed. The silence was just as bad as Rude drumming his fingers. "You know any jokes?" she finally asked.

"...Not any ones I could tell you," said Rude, realizing Reno was the only person he heard jokes from.

"Oh, come on. Not even a funny story?"

Rude scratched the back of his head while he thought. "...Can't think of any...sorry."

Rene leaned back against the wall. "Did you know that when Rufus was little, he stuck a piece of corn up his nose? My uncle had to take him to the emergency room to get it out."

Rude cracked a smile and looked at Rene. "Really?"

"Yup. He also got his head stuck in the banister back home, too."

Rude laughed. "No more! I'm not going to be able to keep a straight face the next time I see him..."

Under the cover of night, Tseng and Reno slipped into the city of Garin. They both had their standard blue suits on, and had powerful handguns tucked into their concealed holsters. Tseng carried a sniper rifle while Reno had the tranquilizer gun. And of course, Reno's trusty electro- mag rod was at his hip, held in place by his belt.

Stealthy sneaking around the empty streets, Tseng looked at Reno.

"The factory is down that next street. Let's go this way and try to find a good place to take out the snipers from."

The two walked down the street, looking for a satisfactory place to shoot from, but all the buildings were shorter than the factory was.

"I don't see a good spot," said Tseng. "It looks like were going to have to use the factory, too."

Reno scratched his head. "How are we going to get up there without them seeing us?"

Tseng shifted his weight in thought. "I need a distraction..."

"Girls are always good."

Tseng glared at Reno. "This is not the time, Reno." He pulled the blueprint out from his jacket. "I think I can get to the fire escape, but I need you to distract them while I climb it."

"And I should go about this...how?"

"Anyway you can. But you have to give me enough time to climb to the top of the building. We'll start from opposite ends of the street. When you see me get to the fire escape, that will be your signal."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, give me the tranq gun, just in case."

Reno handed the long rifle to Tseng and shrugged his shoulders up, trying to release some of the tension and anxiety. When Tseng had adjusted all his weapons, he nodded to Reno. "Alright, I'll meet you at the bottom of the factory."

Reno gave a curt nod and walked to the end of the street, as Tseng walked to the other end. Reno came to the first building on corner and pressed his body around carefully. Sure enough, he could see Tseng creeping along towards the factory. At last, Tseng was just under the fire escape.

'Showtime,' thought Reno.

Taking off his jacket so the white shirt would be more visible, he began to zip and zag through the street at top speed. When he got to the end, he looked around the corner. Tseng had made it to the top; now Reno just had to wait for the Turk leader to come back down.

Tseng was crouched on the roof, right next to where the fire escape had ended. Shadows hid a good majority of the roof and rendered Tseng unable to see where the sniper was with his naked eyes. Raising his own rifle, he looked though the night-vision scope.

Scanning the area, he found only one person lying on their stomach in the darkest corner of the roof. Confirming to himself it wasn't Elena, he positioned the crosshairs on the snipers head and shot. The hefty silencer on Tseng's gun suppressed all but the tiniest 'tink!'.

He scrutinized the rooftop once more, and then headed over to the dead body. Tseng rummaged through the dead sniper's possessions and found a walkie-talkie. He slipped it into his pocket and climbed back down to see Reno running up to meet him.

"Now what?" questioned Reno.

"Now," said Tseng as he reached in his jacket pulling out his gun, "we take them as they come."