#rem please

Incapacitated from the kick to his knees, the Turk could only lay there on the ground and stare up at the rampaging Rem. She was ranting and raving about something. It took a little bit longer for him to realize what it was she was talking about. Then he rolled his eyes and huffed up at her.

Reno had been eating a nice quiet dinner at home, beer in one hand, pizza in the other. There was something playing on the television, but he wasn’t really paying too much attention to it. The phone he had forgotten to shut off was ringing. More importantly, it was firing off a shotgun blast. What in the f-

“Hel-”

Of course, he didn’t get to finish, why would he get to finish? Almost as soon as the message had been delivered, the call hung up. OF COURSE, IT DID! What did Rem have to do with this anyway? So, of course, he called her phone and waited for her to answer.