[ Tseng is halfway through peeling this musty ass uniform off his mark when he hears someone shout, "What the fuck is that!?" It's a little too late for someone to be bawlking at the fires he's started; something's up. He peeks over the edge of the ramp.
There's Reno, dancing with bullets. See, he's the asshole here who figured that the point of creating a distraction was not to immediately run into the epicenter of it. Oh well.
Tseng throws himself on to his belly on the sand and starts taking potshots at the guys who look like they have the steadiest aim. It's not many of them. No sign of SOLDIER here... Not yet, anyway. This is more like a carnival game than a shoot-out, with a bonus display of Reno whooshing around with that sword. By the time Reno drags his guy over, Tseng is already all twisted up about it and hissing as he pulls Reno into a hard kiss. ]
We're fine. I'm a lieutenant.
[ He's got the badge to prove it, freshly plucked from the comatose body behind him. Tseng admires it for a second before he gets to removing the rest of the uniform, nose wrinkling as starts to change. ]
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There's Reno, dancing with bullets. See, he's the asshole here who figured that the point of creating a distraction was not to immediately run into the epicenter of it. Oh well.
Tseng throws himself on to his belly on the sand and starts taking potshots at the guys who look like they have the steadiest aim. It's not many of them. No sign of SOLDIER here... Not yet, anyway. This is more like a carnival game than a shoot-out, with a bonus display of Reno whooshing around with that sword. By the time Reno drags his guy over, Tseng is already all twisted up about it and hissing as he pulls Reno into a hard kiss. ]
We're fine. I'm a lieutenant.
[ He's got the badge to prove it, freshly plucked from the comatose body behind him. Tseng admires it for a second before he gets to removing the rest of the uniform, nose wrinkling as starts to change. ]