A Day in the Life
Collection of drabbles.
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"Next time," Reno stared down at the body, "you're the bait."
Rude ignored his comment, turning to survey the room. In the far corner, there was a large computer console, various beeps and lights signaling its presence. He made his way over to the machine and began searching through the files. The redhead was looking around the room, swinging his EMR around his wrist, humming the same tune he always did when they were doing reconnaissance.
Stumbling in his query, the bald Turk uncovered several classified files unrelated to their mission. The files were buried under years of coding and deliberately hidden under a second database.
Reno noticed his partner's halted keystrokes and questioned, "Did you find it?"
"No—but there's a ton of stuff in here about Project G," Rude commented. He removed his glasses and slid them into his coat pocket, leaning closer to read the particular file.
"Hey, man! We don't have time for you to read the shit—let's get the file and go." Always the impatient one, Reno glanced carefully at the door. There was still silence beyond the threshold, but that didn't mean anything.
"I think this is some of Hollander's research," Rude continued, scanning through another document.
Reno let out an exaggerated sigh and gave one final look at the door before sauntering over to his partner. He leaned on the back of Rude's chair and stared at the screen.
"Anything in there about me?" Reno asked. "I swear he's been lookin' at me weird lately."
Rude elbowed him and continued reading.
"Sure." His sarcastic tone was not lost on the redhead.
A sudden ping from the hallway whipped Reno's head around. Instantly alert, his demeanor changed and he stood straight up.
"Get what you can—time to leave."
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to be continued.