You weren’t needed anymore, the president lost interest because you were too rebellious for his tastes.

Guess who you got passed down to? A turk. You didn’t really understand until you were taken out your cell and dragged away, again, and you were met with a red haired individual. “This mine now?” Reno spoke up with a brief glance up at the person that brought you here. trying to hide his excitement (but failing horribly) when he crouched down infront of you, grinning from ear to ear.

He eyed your features, cupping your face to take a look at it too. He hit a jackpot…you’re his type! …unfortunately. “I think ‘m gonna bring you home puppy…” he said under his breath as he ruffled your hair with one hand.