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Reno stumbled as he jammed his shoulder into the corner of the counter. This was his apartment, damn it! He should know where everything was by now. Cursing, he clutched wheels of his chair and carefully made his way around the counter and into the kitchen. It was fucking black in there. It was black everywhere. And it was a damned pain to learn to maneuver a wheelchair around a house in complete darkness.

A wheelchair. Reno fucking Sinclaire had been reduced to hauling himself around in a hideous plastic chair. He didn't have to see to know he looked pathetic as all hell--face scarred, eyes blank and glazed, skin red and cut up, legs limp and lifeless. He was a bloody mess.

And somewhere...somewhere there was a man he could thank for his condition. It didn't matter though. Reno couldn't even leave the apartment without the Turks finding him, so how the hell was he supposed to track down a single, nameless man when all he had to go on were dark hair and purple eyes? Reno laughed bitterly and rolled himself over to the refridgerator. He cocked his head to the side for a moment, as if listening. Then he sighed in resignation and popped open the door to the fridge to feel around for a beer. Closing his fist around a cold can, he pulled it out and popped it open. He looked back over his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. "What do you want, Rufus?"

Rufus chuckled from his position at the edge of the kitchen. It had been easy to find Reno. Why wouldn't the man go back to his apartment, after all. It had been checked, of course, but it wasn't like anyone was keeping a steady watch on it. But Rufus should have known he wouldn't have been able to sneak up on Reno, even in this condition. "Why haven't you come back to work?"

Reno snorted and took a swig of his drink. He grimaced. "Soda. I told that fucking kid to put the soda on the second shelf and the beer on the first. Bastard." Shaking his head, he tossed the soda over his shoulder toward Rufus and reached into the fridge for another can, grabbing one from the bottom shelf this time. He should have gone for the drinks himself, but he couldn't really leave, not even to go to the store. Not until they stopped looking for him. Dropping the can into his lap, he shoved the refridgerator door closed and spun his chair around to face Rufus. He held the can up. "Beer this time?"

Rufus nodded and took a sip of the soda he now held in his hand. He frowned when he remembered Reno couldn't see him nod. Rufus cleared his throat. "Yeah, Reno. It's a beer."

Sighing, Reno took a long drink. "You aren't stupid enough to come here and ask me about work."

"No." Rufus made his way through the room and hopped up onto the countertop, propping his feet on the arm of Reno's chair. "I can to ask you for help."

Reno laughed. "And what kind of help can I possibly give you, boss man?"

"A Turk is a Turk, Reno. Even minus legs and eyesight. I have a job for you."

"I can't do field work. And I'm not working behind a fucking desk," Reno snarled.

"It's not that kind of job." Rufus sighed. He'd known from the beginning that this wouldn't be easy. "I want you work with me on something."

Reno took another pull on his beer. "Like what?"

Rufus smiled. "I want you to help me bring down my father."