Voltage
They watched, silent. Cigarette smoke curled up between them, a gray cloud tinted green from the blink of a Mako reactor in the distance.
"Hate this shit," Reno muttered. Rude waited silent, listening; he waved a hand at his partner in the manner known to only them as Reno, shut the fuck up.
Reno's fingers twitched around the handle of his emag rod, watching their targets talk a few feet away, trying to listen. "Can't hear shit—" Reno began, but Rude was already moving, and Reno smiled, half-smoked cigarette dropping to the ground, thumb slipping over the voltage switch.