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Final Fantasy VII: Reverie	By : Saan Category: Final Fantasy VII > General Views: 655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�Get me down! Aaaah-ugggh�get me down!� A voice boomed somewhere inside the room.

Leira fired off a round in the approximate direction then paused to survey the tanks from her position. There was something familiar about the tone, from a recent past, maybe. She fired again when things grew quiet to coax the stranger into announcing himself again.

�I come in peace! Peace, I tell you! Help me! I need a medic!!�

By the time her �request� was fulfilled Timal and Tseng were awake and alert. Cloud Strife lay on his back staring up into space, his mouth hung open as a sound somewhere between a gurgle and click escaped his throat.

Tseng rose and skimmed the area torn between tracking down the owner of the voice and watching over Cloud. Before he could make a judgment call, Leira was at his side sweeping the area with her eyes.

�Thompson, stay here with Cloud!� Tseng fixed his long red tie and removed the rubber band from his hair. �I�m going to look around.�

Leira never got a chance to protest as her former boss pushed by her, headed for the centermost staircase separating the strange pods into rows. �Be careful.� she said shyly unsure of what his reaction would be to her concern.

The Elite kept the handgun pointing in Tseng�s direction to provide cover fire in case he needed it. Without any warning, a bare hand flew into her line of vision and yanked the gun out of her hands.

�Girls shouldn�t be allowed to use weapons��specially not other people�s side-arms!�

Leira was so shocked by the swift disarming her hands were still straight out in front of her face; finger pressed against an imaginary trigger. He�s fast!

With an unintelligible growl, Timal dashed up the stairs until he was able to catch up to Tseng. �So now what do we do?� he asked scanning each tank as he loomed over the shoulder of his fellow countryman.

Tseng paused and dropped his shoulders as his eyes fell on a huge pipe attached to the back wall. JENOVA was written in huge red letters spanning the entire length of the long metal tube. ��We� do nothing. You stay here and back me up. You have effective materia in that handgun of yours, I presume. I am going to locate our wounded �friend.��

Timal twisted his handsome face into a soured look and shook his head in disbelief. Tseng paid him no mind glancing from left to right than climbing higher and higher up the stairs, abandoning the SOLDIER, until he reached the last row of pods. Eyes filled with concentration, his head leisurely traveled from left to right. Aisles and aisles of nothing but shiny tanks arranged in an almost stadium seating-like posture. Tseng�s mind played over the arrangement in a strange dichotomy of nothing out of the ordinary yet everything, the entire room, was out of the ordinary. In an instant, his eyes stuck on a misshapen row of tanks. One of the mysterious pods in the center row seemed to have split in half and spilled some form of gray mass onto the concrete.

The Turk edged his way back to the main staircase and began his descent.

Timal stood silent as the Turk boss brushed against him and made his turn into the aisle.

Closer and closer. Tseng was almost upon his target. �Something so big, how could I have missed it?� he whispered to himself in damnation. �EAAAAEW!� he coughed and covered his mouth with his hands as a powerfully pungent odor wafted its way into his nostrils. The scent was so strong it briefly interrupted his regular breathing as it coated his tongue and made him gag in disgust. Somewhere between the stench of garbage and death, Tseng�s senses were raped despite his stopping several feet away from the object of curiosity. �OOOAH!� He turned his head and gagged a little more feeling the warm acidic taste of bile mixed with puke travel through his esophagus and gather in his mouth. �MMmmmph!�

Spleeeergh

Tseng turned his head sharply to the right and bent forward vomiting up his lunch from so many hours ago. �SOLDIER! SOLDIER!� he yelled furiously wiping at his face to remove chunks of escaped food particles and saliva.

Timal, who was earlier bored to the point of contemplating the meaning of his toes, snapped to attention. He located Tseng close to thirty feet away waving his arms in the air.

In no time at all the tall SOLDIER was beside him standing in-

�Eeew! Lost your lunch, eh�� he choked and quickly placed his thumb and forefinger over his nose pinching his nasal passageway shut. �What died?!� In an instant, his focus on what he was standing in vanished as Tseng, again, left him behind to stand over a hairy grey mass. By the time he approached, the Turk was squatting over the slashed and decapitated remains of a creature neither man had ever seen before.

�That�mmmmph�died�� Tseng said and pointed to the decaying oddity while trying to stop himself from dry heaving.

�What do you think it is?� Timal got down on one knee and carefully leaned over the hulking corpse.

�Your guess is as good as mine.� Tseng replied. For some reason he and the SOLDIER found themselves speaking completely in Wutaian due to the lack of basic terms to adequately describe what lay on the ground.

The deceased grey-skinned creature was long and muscular with splotches of thick fur decorating its head, underarms, chest buttocks and pubic area. Huge pointy white teeth littered the scene; Tseng assumed they belonged to the monster.

Timal decided to reach in to compare his hand size against the creature�s. He was amazed to find, despite being almost human in appearance, the monster�s fingernails were almost three times the size of his own while the fleshy digits alone were hideously elongated and sinewy.

Out of the corner of his eye, Tseng spotted Leira�s blue form still holding position on the bottom level. He was about to call out to her when a beeping sound pierced the awkward silence befalling both men. He watched her walk to the left then disappear as she came back only to move to the far right. After some careful thinking, he determined the location of her busted helmet. She must have received a call from the outside unit. Which one, Tseng was unsure; whether it was the team stationed outside the reactor or the rest of her original unit back in the burning village. Answers were forthcoming as he heard her yell his name.

�Tseng!� She shouted, �Reno and Rude have Zangan stopped! He still has Tifa! Wren keeps babbling about changed orders and how badly Hojo wants them alive! What do I say?�

Leira fidgeted, never forgetting the presence of someone else hiding close by and prayed for Tseng�s speedy reply.

Tseng closed his eyes and sighed. Finding himself at quite a crossroads, he determined the best course of action would actually violate his previous orders. �Tell Reno,� he turned to look at Timal, �just let them go.�

The SOLDIER stared at the gray creature on the ground and gritted his teeth at his Wutaian �brother.� Did this man truly know what he was about to do? He decided to take him up on it. Grabbing Tseng by the shirt collar he slammed him into the side of the closest container. �Let them go? Are you nuts? You�re putting my ass on the line as well as your own, stupid Turk!�

Tseng closed his eyes on impact and grabbed the SOLDIER�s wrists. �Do yourself a favor and get your hands off me.�
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