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Who: Rodney and Kadaj
Status: Closed
When: About 7:30AM
Where: Right across the street from Seventh Heaven
What: Rod is on a mission... and looking to impress a new friend, or so he thinks.
Rod would have much rather been in bed if truth were to be told. Last night he'd been out drinking far too late with his Turks and then he'd woken up in that seedy motel. Without most of his possessions, might he add. If the others sent someone, they better be bringing all his crap, damn it.
Worst of all, this was the most boring watch of all. Nightvision binoculars, far-listening setup, and a recorder sat around him. Lifting the binoculars to his eyes, Rod tried to ignore the skitter of rats across the floor and in the walls. This Seventh Heaven place might be a damned good bar, but the place across that street that he'd taken up temporary residence in was a shithole. The roaches were nearly as big as the rats. He'd had to tuck his pants cuffs into his socks to make sure none scrambled up there. Slats covered the windows, making spying out of those thin slits harder, but it provided the cover for his little satellite dish far-listening device set up. The earphones were on tight even though there was nothing much going over there for him to hear.
This wasn't exactly the place for a romantic liason, but Reno had said to go ahead on his date. RodLogic had dictated doing both at once. He had two hours before he had to be back at Shin-Ra, so all was well, right? For now, all he could do was wait.
Status: Closed
When: About 7:30AM
Where: Right across the street from Seventh Heaven
What: Rod is on a mission... and looking to impress a new friend, or so he thinks.
Rod would have much rather been in bed if truth were to be told. Last night he'd been out drinking far too late with his Turks and then he'd woken up in that seedy motel. Without most of his possessions, might he add. If the others sent someone, they better be bringing all his crap, damn it.
Worst of all, this was the most boring watch of all. Nightvision binoculars, far-listening setup, and a recorder sat around him. Lifting the binoculars to his eyes, Rod tried to ignore the skitter of rats across the floor and in the walls. This Seventh Heaven place might be a damned good bar, but the place across that street that he'd taken up temporary residence in was a shithole. The roaches were nearly as big as the rats. He'd had to tuck his pants cuffs into his socks to make sure none scrambled up there. Slats covered the windows, making spying out of those thin slits harder, but it provided the cover for his little satellite dish far-listening device set up. The earphones were on tight even though there was nothing much going over there for him to hear.
This wasn't exactly the place for a romantic liason, but Reno had said to go ahead on his date. RodLogic had dictated doing both at once. He had two hours before he had to be back at Shin-Ra, so all was well, right? For now, all he could do was wait.