A/N: This is a side story for the new recruits. Seems several of the ladies have taken a liking to a certain red-head. Of course, said red-head being who he is has taken a liking right back...to all of them. So, what happens when the ladies find out about each other? Nothing good...a lot of funny, but nothing good.

Presenting, Operation: Fight For Reno (FFR) an Operation: Assassination Subplot!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this bitchin' plot.

Nicole narrowed her eyes as she peered from her spot in the air conditioning vents. A red-head, her red-head, was making out with a certain green haired slut. She continued crawling through the vents, ending up in the ladies locker room. Kicking the vent out, she lept down to the ground, dusting her suit off. She got several curious stares from some of the woman, but she merely hissed at them and they quickly minded their own business. Except for her partner, Feather.

"Enjoy your nap?" she asked with a grin. Niki had a habit of climbing into the air conditioning vents to take an afternoon snooze.

Nicole plopped down on the bench and kicked off her shoes. "I would have had I not woken up in the vents above Reno's office," she grumbled.

"But that's usually where you sleep," Feather pointed out. "Why wouldn't you wake up there?"

"I sleep crawl sometimes," Nicole answered, shrugging out of her suit jacket and tossing it into her locker. "I've woke up in some fucked up places."

"Don't elaborate on that," Feather said shaking her head. "What happened?"

"That green haired bitch was in there with him, making out," she replied angrily. "I thought he was with me."

Kandi laughed, having heard the entire conversation. "Sorry, Niki-chan," she said as she brushed out her hair. "Didn't mean to eavesdrop. But if you think Reno is going to stick with just one girl, you're so mistaken, Babe."

"Yeah, I think everyone's been with the red-head at least, three times?" Katrina piped up, straightening her tie.

"Damn, I must be a bit behind," Ram told them. "I've only fucked him twice."

The only tri-partnered group in the Turks laughed at that. "Hey!" Niki shouted, jumping to her feet. "That ain't funny!"

"Oh, come on, Niki," Katrina said, rolling her eyes. "Reno is such a whore. He'll fuck anything with breasts."

"Yeah, that boy will never settle down," Kandi added. "Unless it's, like, with some hyper active Wutain ninja or something."

"Right," Ram said rolling her eyes. "Like that'll ever happen."

"I've known Reno longer than all of you," Elena said, coming out of the showers, her blond hair still the mix of colors Reno had set for her. "His inability to commit to one woman is born from his terrible child hood. His father was one of his mother's customers, as she was a prostitute..."

"Save the sob story, Elena," Kandi snapped. "That ain't it at all. Plain and simple...Reno likes sex. He'll get it with whoever and however he can. So even if all the Turk babes stopped giving it up to him, he'd go out and either get the Honey Bee girls or some random chick off the street. The man has that much sex appeal. A Cetran nun would succomb to him."

"I still feel we have something special," Niki said. "We connect. And he said that I was the only girl..."

"That ever made him feel this way. I could so see myself settling with a chick like you," the entire locker room chorused.

Akalara came in just then, looking at everyone. "Oh, did you all hear what Reno said to me?" she asked, her eyes sparkly and dreamy. "Isn't he the greatest?"

"Greatest con-artist, man-whore, that's for sure," Katrina mumbled so only her partners could hear. She slammed her locker closed. "Ladies, we've got an assignment. Don't let the claws come out, aight?"

Niki glared after them. "I think I hate them," she growled.

"It's not their fault," Feather said. "They're right, you know."

"Hey, Green Bitch," Niki said, ignoring her partner. "You wanna tell me why your tongue was down my man's throat earlier?"

Akalara glanced over at the clinically insane Turk. "Excuse me?" she asked, looking down her nose at her. "I didn't know you were dating anyone. Rest assured, the only throat I've been tasting is that of my boyfriend, Reno."

"Reno's my man, Bitch," Niki snarled, her eyes narrowing.

"You really are insane, aren't you?" Akalara said with a sympathetic voice. "Sorry, love, but Reno and I are exclusive."

Elena snorted as she finished dressing. "Don't mind me," she said, waving them off. "Continue."

"Bitch, please," Niki said, slamming Akalara's locker door. "Reno's been with me every afternoon since I joined the Turks."

"He's been with me every night," Akalara stated, narrowing her eyes.

Brittany grinned and closed her locker, walking passed the two fighting women. "Just so you know, his mornings are tied up with me," she said, popping her gum. "Pleasure sharing him with you ladies."

"Wait," Akalara said, stopping her. "You aren't mad?"

Britt snorted. "Hell no," she said. "I start every day with a good helping of red-head. I'm not delusional enough to think he'd be satisfied with one chick. And he's not delusional enough to think I'd be satisfied with just him. It's a happy arrangement. Y'all'd do well to come up with one of your own. I recommend Sage. He's pretty damn good in bed. See ya."

Elena laughed. "Joel's pretty damn good, too," she said. "He does this thing with his tongue..." she shivered as she trailed off. "Anyway...good luck with that."

Niki turned her attention back to Akalara. "I don't care what they say," she snarled. "Reno...is MINE. Back off."

Akalara stood nose to nose with her. "No," she said. "I will not. Because he's MINE."

"You do realize that this means war?"

"I do," Akalara said. "However, the only casualty of this conflict will be you."

"Bring it."

"I shall."

A/N: Poor, poor girls. This will only end in hysterics, you realize that? Review please!