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Cindy glanced around the monochromatic park. She and Reno had politely waited for the firefighters to finish removing the cats in the vicinity and then set up. If there was anyplace that needed what they had planned, it was here.

“Hey class,” Cindy said, waving a large gun at the approaching class--while ignoring the curious stares of the townsfolk who had gathered around to stare at them. “Welcome to your final.” She pointed to the pile of guns and eye protection laying in between their teachers.

"Basic rules," Reno intoned, grinning sharply and picking up a paintball gun of his own. His goggles were pulled down over his eyes. Because they were cooler than the stupid ones that were supplied for the students, that's why. "You can shoot one another, but the first one who aims for the head gets immediate detention, yo. Yes, over break, you think I give a shit how much vacation you miss? An' you can shoot the scenery all you like. Anyone who gets one of the locals gets detention, too."

Reno was caring and benevolent like that.

“Please shoot the scenery,” Cindy muttered. “It’s creeping me out.”

Greenery wasn’t supposed to be gray. They'd had enough of that back in Massachusetts.

“Now, then, rather than improvising weaponry today, you’ll be improvising shields and barricades. Things to keep yourself safe and unshot. But that doesn’t mean you can skimp out of protection, so eyewear before guns. And that’s an order.”

Reno hefted his gun, pointed it at a tree, and fired it off. Anyone who was surprised that it left a bright red smear across the trunk clearly didn't know anything about Reno at all.

"Pick your favorite color ammo, fan out across the park, an' then go at it, Rookies. This is your final, make it count."

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"The best idea," Reno laughed. "I gotta do shit like that more often, go."

Yep. Totally did.

"Did I hear Kenzi right?" she asked. "Not gonna teach next semester?"

Boo. She'd liked Reno.

"We've got to hit Caritas then, sometime before the fall starts. Buy a round of drinks for a good summer term."

"You know, I'll never turn down a round of drinks," Reno laughed, nodding. "One good hit on Caritas to celebrate, yo. I think we really managed to drill somethin' worthwhile into these kids this summer."

Like 'paintball is awesome.'

And 'don't get caught by security, stupid.'

"And, as much as I hate to admit it, the stuff we taught them this semester is likely going to be a lot more useful than the stuff I usually teach," she said. "I don't think college is on most of their agendas."

"Wasn't on mine," Reno admitted. "Went back home for a bit, got sick of it, came back to teach. I think I had students that were probably about the same age as me somewhere in there, yo."

Which didn't bother him so much. He'd had Rookies who were older.

"Youngling," Cindy said, hand darting out to try to muss Reno's shock of bright right hair.

...Not that anyone would notice if she succeeded.

Hey! Reno already had one thing on his head today that he hadn't been expecting!

This time around, he was ducking out of the way and sticking out his tongue at her. Presumably to prove his maturity.

"You kiddin'? For a Turk, I'm practically ancient."

He was the third oldest member, age-wise!

Out of four.

"I have been proven so mistaken," Cindy said dryly, glancing at said tongue. "I apologize, O venerable one."

Reno needed to take a moment, here.

...

A moment more.

"That means old, right?"

He was so good at this.

Cindy didn't bother to hide her grin. "It seemed to fit," she drawled. "Along with the overbearing maturity and all."

"Eh. I keep that tucked away until I actually need it," Reno snorted. "Ain't no point shovin' a pole up my ass hole if I don't really gotta, yo."

"What you do in the privacy of your own home is your business," Cindy said piously.

"Maybe," Reno snorted, "but that ain't never stopped me from oversharin' in the past, yo."

Seeing people's reactions was half the fun!

"And here I would have pegged you for the demure and quiet type," Cindy teased.

"Last I heard, it takes one to know one, yo."

Because the two of them were about as demure as it got, okay?

Damn right they were!

"Sweet and innocent as the new-fallen snow," Cindy assured him.

Liiiiiies.

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