ManDaReena

A SLIP OF A KNIFE, A SHOT OF A GUN characters:Reno, a little of Tzeng and Rufus POV: mine or yours, 1st person writing anyway He was a Turk. So from the begining that meant trouble. The hotel room where the company accomodated us for the night was rather small, two separated beds, a dark shaded wooden table near the door and a large window in the opposite side, at the head of the beds. He chose the one to the left side of the window, I had no choice but to take the right one. I hated him even for that. It's kind of difficult for me to sleep on my right side, strange thing it gave me nightmares. I was used on my left, but I had to