There wasn't a particular base, but there was the hideout for the gang he spent most of his time in now, and considering he was the only Turk working Treno now he was considerably exhausted. Elena was jetting off all over doing much-needed research for power sources to bring light and life to Treno, Tseng was supposed to be working with the President and he and Rude had been taking down gang leaders and assuming the roles of the bosses. It was hard work, but it'd been fun. He'd enjoyed it almost as much as normal Turk work and at least here there were no plates to be dropped.
Thinking upon that last part, Reno visibly flinched at his own thoughts. The Sector 7 plate incident was something he never talked about. Even if he pretended not to care when he'd done it, and how he'd acted like it was perfectly great to be doing it, he still hadn't wanted to crush so many people. However, Reno was an assassin. He knew that people would die by his hands and he'd have to live with it. Thus, he never brought it up. Ever.
As they headed into the room he'd rented out, as the one he had been sharing with Rude had been trashed, Reno slumped down into a chair at the table after fetching a bottle of some sort of amber liquid and two clean glasses. Pouring a drink for himself and Halim, Reno smiled up at him. "How was your trip? The gangs around here ain't as bad as they used to be, thanks to me and Rude mostly, but there're still some real creeps out there."
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Date: 2010-03-04 06:34 pm (UTC)Thinking upon that last part, Reno visibly flinched at his own thoughts. The Sector 7 plate incident was something he never talked about. Even if he pretended not to care when he'd done it, and how he'd acted like it was perfectly great to be doing it, he still hadn't wanted to crush so many people. However, Reno was an assassin. He knew that people would die by his hands and he'd have to live with it. Thus, he never brought it up. Ever.
As they headed into the room he'd rented out, as the one he had been sharing with Rude had been trashed, Reno slumped down into a chair at the table after fetching a bottle of some sort of amber liquid and two clean glasses. Pouring a drink for himself and Halim, Reno smiled up at him. "How was your trip? The gangs around here ain't as bad as they used to be, thanks to me and Rude mostly, but there're still some real creeps out there."