The next day, Reno awoke, groggy as usual. Forgetting where he was, he began feeling around for the door to the office. "Coffee…" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. A few seconds later, he walked into a wall.

Thud.

Elena looked up, raising her eyebrow. "What was that?" she asked Rude, who was sitting next to her, playing LIFE. Her friend shrugged, spinning the spinner.

The only female Turk got up, sighing. "I'll be right back…" she mumbled. This was probably something to do with Reno, anyways.

Reno groaned, feeling his head. His "shades" lay broken next to him. He heard the door and looked up. "Elena! Where…are we?" he asked confused, looking around for the first time.

Elena chuckled, helping her comrade to his feet. He was slightly taller than her, about four inches. "We're in my hometown, remember? This is your hotel room."

"…Oh yeah."

"How about you go to the café down the street and get some caffeine?"

Feeling quite agreeable at this hour, Reno nodded and stumbled out, a look of hope on his face.

Elena shook her head in an amused/annoyed way, and headed back to Rude, who was still playing his board game.

Perfectly content, Reno watched the mug in front of him. He'd asked the desk helper to fill it to the brim, but it was already almost half empty. In one more gulp, he drained the glass.

Someone sat across from him. She seemed like a simple girl, flowing purple hair and two weird moon scars that started at her forehead, went behind her ears, then ended on her cheeks. Though he couldn't remember ever seeing her, she glowered at him. "You a Turk?" she asked simply, finger twitching on the table.

Reno raised an eyebrow. "Who's asking?" He was slightly captivated by her eyes. They were a stunning silver-gray color.

For the first time, the woman grinned slightly. "Oh, my name is not important. Yet." She flung a strand of her spiky bangs backwards, eyeing him guardedly. "Now…Are you one of the Turks?"

He couldn't help but smirk. "Why yes. Yes I a-"

Bang!

Shock was the first experience. Then pain. He clutched his shoulder, eyes wide with disbelief. All around him people were screaming, getting up out of chairs, and running for their lives. But the girl had done her job. She spun around and began walking away, shoving a gun into her pocket. "W-Wait!" Reno called weakly. Again she faced him, even more suspicious than last time. "Who are you?"

She looked around doubtfully, averting her strange eyes. "Grey. Grey Evens."

After that, all he could hear was her shoes, clicking away on the pavement. And all he could see were black…and those wondrous, gray eyes.