"What? No, that ain't what the hits are about," Reno replied, and it was a bit of a wrestle to keep his expression from twisting into something almost incredulous. "Some guy wants his wife dead, he can go on ahead an' shoot her himself. We don't waste our time with that crap. They tell us what it's about so we don't risk gettin' our asses killed, we figure out what to do with the job from there."
Be nice, Reno.
He shook his head. Shrugged. Tried to keep that proud little smirk from his face.
"Last successful hit I ever took was a Don. Crime boss in the slums, workin' as an informant for ShinRa. Bodyguards right up the frikkin' ass, kept a pet monster for shits. I was supposed to be bumpin' him off because he knew too damn much and he spilled to AVALANCHE. But then the dumbfuck went an' made it personal. Kidnapped Rude's rookie, yo. That's the kinda hits we take, babe. None of that petty domestic shit."
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Date: 2009-09-21 11:38 am (UTC)Be nice, Reno.
He shook his head. Shrugged. Tried to keep that proud little smirk from his face.
"Last successful hit I ever took was a Don. Crime boss in the slums, workin' as an informant for ShinRa. Bodyguards right up the frikkin' ass, kept a pet monster for shits. I was supposed to be bumpin' him off because he knew too damn much and he spilled to AVALANCHE. But then the dumbfuck went an' made it personal. Kidnapped Rude's rookie, yo. That's the kinda hits we take, babe. None of that petty domestic shit."