No matter how questionable a situation it might have been, Rude feels that he can do well enough on his own. He's got both the training and experience to make sure their objectives were carried out one way or another. More hands on deck would just enable the process to go more smoothly, but it could have also been his ego contributing to this thought process.
Despite his misgivings about the situation, he's slowly starting to feel as if this whole thing was not simply constructed for Tseng to get his revenge. The purpose of the mission checked out and background work to set it all up used enough resources that revenge was an impossibility.
Rude nods at the next set of instructions, unbuttoning his shirt as he approaches the trunk to take what athletic wear he needs. He's already starting to strip before Tseng leaves the tent, no reason to be shy around someone whose seen it all before. The next time he glances over his shoulder Tseng is gone. Rude examines the clothing choices like he'll have any say in the matter, and tries not to think too deeply into it as he hauls on the odd mixes of cotton, polyester, or whatever synthetic fabric was used to make the fitted breathable material. Maybe more spandex?
While it does pain part of him to go out in clothing that wasn't name brand, this was part of the deal when he sold his soul to the Turks. Doing the work no one else is paid enough to do was what he was there for.
Not even 10 minutes later, Rude turns a corner to meet Tseng a the foot of the nearby mountain. It wasn't a well-worn walking path, but he figures there were enough people who traveled it so it didn't ever become overgrown like the areas around it. "How seriously should I be taking this training?" It's a fair question, and he doesn't notice anyone else around besides his "trainer"...yet. "And, I'd prefer if we stayed together at all times. For your safety."
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Despite his misgivings about the situation, he's slowly starting to feel as if this whole thing was not simply constructed for Tseng to get his revenge. The purpose of the mission checked out and background work to set it all up used enough resources that revenge was an impossibility.
Rude nods at the next set of instructions, unbuttoning his shirt as he approaches the trunk to take what athletic wear he needs. He's already starting to strip before Tseng leaves the tent, no reason to be shy around someone whose seen it all before. The next time he glances over his shoulder Tseng is gone. Rude examines the clothing choices like he'll have any say in the matter, and tries not to think too deeply into it as he hauls on the odd mixes of cotton, polyester, or whatever synthetic fabric was used to make the fitted breathable material. Maybe more spandex?
While it does pain part of him to go out in clothing that wasn't name brand, this was part of the deal when he sold his soul to the Turks. Doing the work no one else is paid enough to do was what he was there for.
Not even 10 minutes later, Rude turns a corner to meet Tseng a the foot of the nearby mountain. It wasn't a well-worn walking path, but he figures there were enough people who traveled it so it didn't ever become overgrown like the areas around it. "How seriously should I be taking this training?" It's a fair question, and he doesn't notice anyone else around besides his "trainer"...yet. "And, I'd prefer if we stayed together at all times. For your safety."
Yes, it was very necessary to clarify.