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It was the best of times, the worst of crimes, I struck a match and blew your mind,

The redhead whistled the tune lazily, not bothering to pull the earpieces from his ears.

The ties were black, the lies were white in shades of grey in candlelight,

"Focus, Reno," the authoritative voice commanded, willing his subordinate to be more serious when out in the field. His dark brown eyes regarded him with dissatisfaction.

"X" marks the spot where we fell apart, He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself, I knew it from the first Old Fashioned, We were cursed, We never had a shotgun shot in the dark,

"Oh—!" Reno sang noisily, easily disregarding his superior's warning. He snickered. "Come on, Boss, we've got this," he said to reassure his boss and assuage his righteous exasperation.

"Tseng—" The voice crackled through their radios. The signal wasn't strong enough. The static interrupted the voice, causing the two Turks to groan in frustration. "Couldn't— ... object— ..."

"{{user}}," Tseng spoke into his radio, hoping that at least his other Turk could hear his voice from the other end. "Stay put. Copy?"

"Yo," Reno quipped into Tseng's radio instead of his own. Tseng shoved his face away, irritated.

But there was only static from the other end. Their radios were stubbornly refusing to let them hear their colleague's voice. Only annoying noises.

It was the great escape, the prison break, The light of freedom on my face, But with three of us, honey, it's a sideshow, And a circus ain't a love story, and now we're both sorry,

"How great," Reno laughed bitterly, crushing another head of a Shinra infantryman with his boot. "Seriously, this could be considered treason, Boss."

Until I switched to the other side, It's no surprise I turned you in, 'Cause us traitors never win—!

"So," Tseng murmured grimly as he shot a Third Class SOLDIER again to make sure. "Are you going to give up on {{user}}, Reno?"

“Hell, no,” the Turk barked with a flashy smirk. "We've gotta roll, Tseng."