The four Turks sat around a wooden table, their drinks, empty plates, and ashtrays in front of them. Reno had the most empty shot glasses in front of him.

The red head leaned back in his chair and looked at his three teammates with a drunken smile across his face. No... they weren't just his teammates, they were his friends.

"You know," he began, his drunken eyes looking over at all three of them. "I've know you all for a while, especially Tseng and Rude, but we don't know anything about each other." He chuckled and took a sip from his current drink.

"What is there to know?" Tseng asked. "We do our missions together and that is it."

"I think Reno means our pasts," Elena said. "We're Turks, loyal to the death, but we don't know where one another came from."

"No one needs to know," Tseng argued.

Reno sat up again. "It couldn't hurt," he said. "I'd like to know about you. We've been in it to gether for a while now."

Tseng frowned.

"How about this," Reno continued, unable to be fazed. "I share my life, you share yours. Whatever's said never leaves this table," he added, slamming the table with his fist for emphasis.

Tseng looked around cautiously as if someone were watching or listening.

"You only want to do this because you're drunk," Rude commented.

"Maybe," Reno admitted. "Aren't you, though?"

Rude nodded.

"So?" Reno prompted, looking at the others eagerly. "Who wants to go first?

After a few moments of silence, Rude surprised them all by speaking.

"I will."