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One (Last) Chance	By : RotSeele Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Yaoi - Male/Male > Seifer/Squall Views: 3719 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Seventeen - Seifer POV

I blew out a sigh and released Selphie. I really shouldn’t have put it past the princess to make bets on my relationship with Squall if she’d figured out this much just by observation. Taking my silence as an apparent affirmative answer, Selphie just grinned.
“Um, it would look really bad if they found us here... We should leave this room now.” Quistis said.
“Alright!” Selphie grinned wider. “NEXT!”
As we left the room, the maintenance crew that had sent us here in the first place showed up, immediately grilling us with questions. Playing it cool, Selphie said, “We were just about to go call on you!”
“Alright, then. Let us take care of it!”
We exchanged glances, then followed the soldiers into the room. It took us only a few seconds to incapacitate them and ensure that they wouldn’t be going anywhere or doing anything for a while. That done, we headed back down the walkway, where we were stopped by another soldier looking for help with his task since the power had shut down. Since we didn’t want to give ourselves away until the crucial moment, we chose to help the soldier in his task. He led us into a missile silo room, instructing us to help two other men push a silo into place. It was harder than it looked, and I was sure I was using muscles that I hadn’t used in a long time trying to push that thing into place. When we managed to do it, we were given another task of confirming the coordinates on the control panel. Selphie was practically skipping as we headed to the control panel, and I was pretty sure she was already imagining blowing this place sky-high. When we reached it, Selphie’s fingers flew over the keys bringing up the program.
“Okay,” said Quistis, “what should we do?”
“Let’s just smash it.” I said. “I mean, all situations can be solved with the right application of force and the destruction of machinery.”
Selphie grinned, apparently liking that idea. But then her smile faltered, and she looked from Quistis to me and then to the screen before her. “It’ll be a mega bummer if we launch the missiles by mistake. So, should we hold back a little and just mess around with it a bit?”
That idea hadn’t made itself clear to me until she said it. If we launched the missiles by mistake, they’d fly straight for Balamb, and Squall would have no chance to do whatever it was he was going to do. Not only that, it would alert all the soldiers on the missile base that someone was here that shouldn’t be, and we could easily be overwhelmed by numbers. Guardian Forces be damned, some things just can’t be won by brute force, even if you’d really wish they could.
“Yeah, good idea.” Quistis answered. I nodded my answer.
I watched Selphie bring up the error ratio program and sent it into the high numbers, ensuring that the missiles would have a near one hundred percent chance of never hitting Balamb Garden in the first place. We waited, tense, as she uploaded the change for each missile silo. When it was complete, we headed toward the guard at the bottom of the stairs nearby.
He stopped us before we even set foot on the first stair. “This place is off-limits. You’re not allowed up here.”
“But we’ve come to report on the missile coordinate data.” Selphie said.
The guard eyed us for a minute, then waved us by. “Oh, very well. Go right ahead.”
We headed up the stairs, and I glanced over my shoulder to see the guard rubbing his chin with his head cocked to one side. Whatever he was thinking about, it wasn’t enough to stop us, and it wasn’t enough to sound the alarm.
When we entered the control center, the soldiers were already underway for the launch. Two sat at the computer, fingers tapping keys as another, one I figured was the officer in charge, was barking orders at them. A voice came over the loudspeaker: “Attention. This is the control room. We are now entering the final phase of the missile launch. Take your designated positions and prepare for the launch!”
My stomach did a funny little twist. Had we done enough? Had we done too little? Would Squall be able to get Garden away safely? Would he be able to even get there in time? All those questions whirled around in my head for a while, at least until the officer noticed us. Then all the questions, all the doubts, faded into the background of my mind, and I felt my adrenaline starting to pump through my system. There was going to be a fight soon. I could sense it.
“Huh?” said the officer. “What are you doing in here?”
Selphie saluted in the SeeD fashion. “We’ve come to report on the missile coordinates!”
“Oh.” The officer eyed us, his chin dipping down as he looked us from toe to head and back again. “Don’t move!” he shouted suddenly. “I thought you looked suspicious. You’re the intruders! No use hiding it now! That salute you just did was completely wrong!”
About damn time. Ifrit snarled, and for once I agreed with the demon. I was grateful to finally get out of that Galbadian uniform and I brought Hyperion to my hand, ready to battle.
“TA-DAH!” Selphie practically struck a pose as she said the word. “Hooooo, finally. This military uniform is itchy, and it stinks!”
“That’ll teach you to go putting on someone else’s clothes.” I joked.
Selphie shot me a glare, but she didn’t have time to retort as we were soon engaged in battle. It felt good to let loose, to feel the thrum of adrenaline coursing through my veins again. I’d been cooped up playing the good little SeeD for too long (never mind that I wasn’t actually a SeeD) and I had been itching for a chance to fight. With Selphie acting as our medic and occasional damage-dealer, Quistis and I were able to bring the soldiers down easily. Not that they were a match for us; I probably could’ve taken them on by myself and come away unscathed. I made sure that the soldiers I put down would never get back up again, and I may have let Ifrit have a little too much freedom. The Guardian Force gleefully rained hellfire down upon the soldiers’ heads, bringing no shortage of misery and pain to them before the end.
When it was over, we were standing with bodies strewn around us, and a missile launch waiting for the final command.
“Okay then!” Selphie grinned. “Let’s stop the missiles, blow the base to smithereens, and get outta here!”
Quistis moved toward the console to our left and studied the buttons. “One of these control panels should be the launch control mechanism.”
“Well, what are we waiting for?” I asked, already moving toward another console. “Let’s split up and look.”
It was a few minutes of frantic searching - we didn’t touch; by unspoken agreement we didn’t want to accidentally launch the missiles - before Selphie hit paydirt. She practically danced a little jig before she began pushing buttons. When she ensured that the launch would never happen, we hunted for the self-destruct mechanism, which we found in another room. She set the timer for ten minutes, and with a wild grin directed at me and Quistis, she hurried out of the room. We were right behind her. Ten minutes sounded like quite a bit of time, but in reality, it wasn’t that long at all. As we reached the door that would take us outside and to freedom, I felt the floor under my feet vibrate and I caught Quistis as the vibration upset her balance. I steadied her, frowning.
What the hell was that? I asked, knowing that the demons inside my mind knew exactly what I meant.
Selphie echoed my thought aloud. “Huh? Heeey? What was that noise?”
Diablos’ sepulchral laugh echoed through my mind. Run. Run as fast as you can.
It still won’t matter. Ifrit told the bat-like GF. The most they can do is try to survive.
Stop talking like I can’t hear you. I growled, chasing after Selphie and Quistis. As we exited the base, I noticed that the soldiers were fleeing the base, having been alerted to the self-destruct timer. But the worst part wasn’t the fleeing soldiers; it was the giant robot ahead of us, blocking the only exit. We had no choice but to engage it if we had any hope of getting out of the missile base alive. Have I mentioned how much I hate you?
Several times, chirped Carbuncle, and in varying degrees of anger.
The stupid machine was between me and Squall. It was going down. The three of us unleashed everything we had upon the robot, knowing we only had a limited amount of time before the base went up in flames, and us with it. It was a hard battle, mostly because my gunblade was useless against the machine. In fact, all of our weapons were pretty much useless, hitting the metal shell and maybe causing a dent or a scratch here or there. Quistis switched to magic, pounding the machine with high-level spells of lightning. Selphie did the same, although she also added healing spells to her repertoire, keeping us from keeling over dead. I mainly focused on attacking, calling Ifrit and Diablos into battle as long as they could sustain it, since Selphie’s heals didn’t affect them like they did me, their vessel. I knew that if a GF died in battle it stayed dead unless we had a revive potion designed especially for them, and since Squall hadn’t given me any of those, I knew I needed to use my GFs sparingly. Sparingly in the sense that if they got low in health, not to use them anymore. Had I been feeling vindictive against him, I might’ve let Ifrit bite it, but then the GF wasn’t technically mine to treat that way. He was Squall’s, and he was as powerful as Squall was.
He knew my thoughts anyway, and purposefully delayed his appearances, driving our time limit down into the dangerous area. At last the robot exploded into pieces, rolling backwards as smoke and flames billowed out of its shell. The soldiers within climbed from the wreckage, bravely - or stupidly - facing us. It was a death wish I eagerly granted, tearing their lives away with Hyperion’s blade.
When it was over, Selphie and Quistis began to frantically look for a way out. The machine’s husk blocked the exit, preventing us from leaving the base. I closed my eyes, breathing in the smoke and knowing the time limit was running out.
Quistis let out a helpless laugh. “It came quietly. I thought the end would have been more dramatic...”
I opened my eyes and looked at her, then looked at Selphie. She wasn’t hyperactive now, but rather sad and pensive. Her eyes darted from the husk of the machine to the fence, then to the sky. She crouched, wrapping her arms around her knees as her eyes watered. For a minute, I thought she was actually going to start crying, but then she blinked the tears away, rising abruptly. She looked at me and smiled.
I smiled back. “We’ll be just fine.”
Quistis looked at me. “How can you be so sure? We’re trapped here! We’re going to die, Seifer.”
“Squall wouldn’t have sent us here, intending for us to die.” I retorted, pointing at her. “Squall believed in us to get the job done and we have. He also is trusting us to get home alive, and we will, damn it.”
“How?”
I focused my eyes in a particular direction. Selphie and Quistis followed my gaze, then gave me startled looks. I only smiled.
Then the base exploded.
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