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onepassingnight2012-03-17 10:00 pm
plotdeviceturk) wrote in onepassingnight2012-03-17 10:00 pm
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Report V: Maybe Everyday is Saturday Morning
Tseng's breath was ragged as he stared in to the house. It had been a home, but the door ripped from it's hinges and destroyed furniture wrecked that.
He'd tried so hard to keep the two halves of his life from colliding.
On one hand he was Turk, a killer, a man not opposed to using any means necessary to get the job done. Interns avoided using the elevators alone with him.
On the other, he was a father and a husband. He'd stepped on legos in the dark and smiled at crudely drawn crayon artworks. He'd worn macaroni necklaces.
His professional life had no business invading his private life and ripping it to shreds.
He pulled up a board in the porch and withdrew a crowbar and a heavy looking revolver before pushing inside the house. He had to make sure his family was still alive, and if not... well... whoever it was who'd done this would find themselves on the receiving end of a pissed off Turk Director's wrath.
[OOC: SO. YES. Tseng's wish? Lovely home family, kids, spouse, etc. TOO BAD HE IS A TURK AND THAT IS AN EXPLOITABLE WEAKNESS. He'd never told his family what it was he did for work and someone decided to go after them instead of him directly.]
He'd tried so hard to keep the two halves of his life from colliding.
On one hand he was Turk, a killer, a man not opposed to using any means necessary to get the job done. Interns avoided using the elevators alone with him.
On the other, he was a father and a husband. He'd stepped on legos in the dark and smiled at crudely drawn crayon artworks. He'd worn macaroni necklaces.
His professional life had no business invading his private life and ripping it to shreds.
He pulled up a board in the porch and withdrew a crowbar and a heavy looking revolver before pushing inside the house. He had to make sure his family was still alive, and if not... well... whoever it was who'd done this would find themselves on the receiving end of a pissed off Turk Director's wrath.
[OOC: SO. YES. Tseng's wish? Lovely home family, kids, spouse, etc. TOO BAD HE IS A TURK AND THAT IS AN EXPLOITABLE WEAKNESS. He'd never told his family what it was he did for work and someone decided to go after them instead of him directly.]