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Chapter
25: To Catch a Thief
Dong!
The sound of the struck bell echoed around the temple area of Wutai,
reverberating through the air and causing several windows to vibrate. It was a
low throbbing sound but still somewhat mellifluous. Even more amazing was the
sound of a door popping open somewhere nearby.
Rude smirked slightly, laying the padded stick back down as he led the
surprised Cloud and Nanaki down the steps and around the side of the building.
There, the previously locked door was standing open six inches, as if inviting
them inside.
“How did you know that?” the blond questioned as Rude grabbed the door and
pulled the heavy steel open. It creaked quietly in protest, digging a furrow
into the sandy ground.
Rude eyed him impassively, though it was hard to tell behind the dark
sunglasses. “I told you. ShinRa already knew Don Corneo was here.”
With that, the three males went inside, Rude closing the door behind them with
a firm yank on the thick metal. They found themselves standing at the top of a
short set of stairs. It wasn’t exactly dark, the dim light of flickering
torches enough to guide their way and the heady aroma of incense clouded around
their heads. The distinct sound of muffled female voices and inane cackling
reverberated around them.
Rude moved slowly in front, unconsciously tightening his gloves as he led his
temporary allies into Corneo’s hiding room. In the shadows of the entranceway,
they beheld their captive companions, who were struggling violently. Corneo was
laughing as if he found it all very amusing, as he dashed between them,
occasionally brushing his hands across their angered faces.
Remembering
the man’s own vile touch on himself, a righteous indignation and anger filled
Cloud, causing him to be the the first to rush forward, Crystal Sword drawn.
“Corneo! Its time you paid for dumping us in the sewer!” he declared irritably,
voice booming in the temple basement. Immediately, all attention was drawn his
way.
Corneo twirled on his heels as he turned to regard Cloud with a malicious grin,
tainted with lechery. “Well, if it isn’t the blond in blue!” he chortled in
glee, rubbing a hand over his bald head. “Didja miss me that much?”
The swordsman reddened and flustered at the reminder of his one foray into
cross-dressing, all for Tifa’s sake of course, the treacherous bitch. Rude shot
him a strange look as the demi-human half-grinned. He remembered Aeris
recounting that particular event to them as they stopped for a rest at the
Chocobo Farm. The captive females began wriggling about now that they saw their
rescuers had come. Whatever they were yelling was muffled by the gags, however.
Cloud spluttered for another few moments before Nanaki chuckled and took over.
“Return to us, the materia thief, Yuffie,” he intoned, speaking in a monotone
purely by accident.
Don Corneo did a little twirl on one foot, a miracle considering his size, and
his fat arms jiggled as he did so. “Let me think about it… hmm, no!” he
exclaimed. “Guards! Get them!” With that order in place, he waddled/ran to the
far exit, two of his lackeys carrying the captured women. Their protesting
squeals left a trail of noise in his wake.
Immediately, a band of low class thugs, perhaps seven in all, attacked them.
Rude sprang into action, gloved fist slamming into the face of his first
unfortunate foe. The man’s nose crunched beneath his punch, exploding in a
spray of blood as his head snapped backwards. The Turk quickly knocked the
man’s legs out from under him, throwing the attacker to the ground.
Cloud blocked a round of gunfire with the blade of his sword as Nanaki streaked
by him in a blur of orange and red, metal claw flashing in the torchlight. Two
thugs were slashed down before they knew what hit them, that was how fast the
demi-human had gotten. His new body seemed even stronger than the other.
The ex-SOLDIER slashed angrily at the one that had shot at him, slicing through
the weapon with ease. The female thug’s eyes widened in surprise as he twisted
his body to avoid a wild slash from a second attacker and backhanded her across
the face. The thugess yelped and went flying, crashing to the ground with a
thud.
The swordsman turned to face his other opponent but found the man already
reeling from a double-blow, one to the ribs and a second to the face, courtesy
of Rude. Yet, the Turk didn’t see the one sneaking up behind him. Cloud lashed
out with his sword, easily dispatching the thug.
The click of a trigger was the only warning the two men received before a
splatter of gunfire came their direction. Cloud quickly twisted this body,
bringing up the flat of his blade to block the bullets as Nanaki flashed past,
claw slicing through the automatic weapon. One shot made it past Cloud’s
defense, biting into the flesh of his upper right arm. It burned, and he felt
blood dripping down his arm. However, he dealt with the pain. Nanaki knocked
out the last thug, and the three were victorious.
“Dammit,” Cloud cursed, staring at the blood streaming from his arm.
Thankfully, it had only grazed his flesh rather than lodging inside. That would
have required something more powerful to heal than the potion that Nanaki had
just tossed him. He sheathed the Crystal Sword as he quickly poured the
swirling purplish liquid over his wound and chugged the rest.
“He can’t have gotten far,” the demi-human commented, idly tightening his claw
as he shook off the remnants of cloth and blood. After fighting for so long, he
had been deadened to the gore, especially that of the enemy’s. “Let’s go.”
Cloud and Rude nodded in agreement as they stepped over the thugs and followed
their quarry through the far door. They treaded up a set of stairs and out a
door, emerging to their surprise from a secret passageway in the home of Lord
Godo. There, three other thugs were waiting for them, all armed with automatic
weapons. The trio instantly dove for cover, Cloud and Rude to one side with
Nanaki to the other. Bullets flew through the air, tearing up the wall behind
them.
With an impatient and irritated growl, Nanaki snapped one of the fangs dangling
from his hair. He threw it out at the three thugs, smiling with satisfaction
when it exploded into an Ice3 attack, immediately freezing them into place. The
fang bead was actually an Ice Crystal, though his foes had not known that.
Cloud gave a thumbs up to his companion before the three jumped to their feet
and ran out of Godo’s house. They scanned the streets, hoping to find some
trace of Don Corneo, but the lecher’s distractions had granted him what he
needed, time to escape.
“He’s gone,” Rude commented unnecessarily.
“Dammit!” Cloud cursed again, sounding more and more like Cid with each passing
moment. Or perhaps it was Barret who was rubbing off on him. Either way, he was
pissed. He slammed his fist into the side of Lord Godo’s home.
“There
goes our materia again!”
When Rude raised a brow in question, it was up to the demi-human to explain as
the blond was still seething.
“Yuffie stole our materia,” Nanaki clarified. “We’ve been chasing her for
hours.”
When Rude nodded in understanding, the familiar strains of his PHS filled the
air. He slipped his hand into his pocket, pulling out his phone to answer it.
He didn’t even have to speak before the person on the other side began talking.
“Please explain to me why I just saw Don Corneo scampering off towards the
Dao-Chao Mountains with two female captives, one of which was Elena, yo.” The
words were carefully spoken and seemed to come from one barely restraining his
anger. They could just imagine an eyebrow twitching on the other end. The voice
was easily recognized as belonging to Reno, though any sense of authority was
lost with the addition of “yo.”
“I’ve got it under control,” Rude responded in his normally stoic manner.
“Dammit, Rude!” came the spluttered response. “I only needed a few hours! We’re
on vacation! The boss’ll have my head if something happens to the rookie!”
The bald Turk shifted where he stood, patient even through the yelling. He idly
adjusted his sunglasses with the tip of a leather-clad finger as he listened to
his best friend and, unfortunately, slight superior. Cloud and Nanaki watched
with mouths agape, never hearing such authority, or even intelligence, having
come from the red-haired Turk’s mouth before.
“As I said,” Rude repeated, “The situation is well within my control.”
“It had better be,” came the threat. “Because if it’s not and I have to leave,
I swear to Kami that I’ll--”
There was the sound of scuffling as his voice went silent. Low murmured
speaking could be heard in the background, though they couldn’t distinguish
voices or words before Reno came back on the line, decidedly calmer.
“Just get her back before both our asses get fired,” Reno finished wearily.
A smile quirked at the corner of Rude’s mouth. “Will do. And tell the ‘boss’ I
said hello.” When Reno spluttered in response, the bald Turk just calmly hung
up the phone.
He,
of course, had known where Reno was the entire time, and he knew how much it
meant to the redhead that he have this moment. So the bald man didn’t mind teaming
up with the “enemy” so his friends could have a few minutes. After all, Reno
had covered his ass on many an occasion when he had taken an impromptu trip to
Rocket Town.
Rude slipped the PHS back into his pocket and sighed before noticing that both
Nanaki and Cloud were giving him vague looks of disbelief. He raised a brow at
them, wondering that their issue was.
“What?”
“He actually sounded… authoritative,” Cloud said with skepticism clear in his
tone.
Nanaki shook his head. “I never knew that Reno could be like that. Makes me
wonder why you guys always lose to us.”
Rude narrowed his eyes, though they couldn’t see it behind the dark glasses. He
waved a hand of dismissal at the two.
“Don’t make me regret helping you find your thief. We have to get to Dao-Chao
before Don Corneo up and disappears again,” he put in coldly.
“Right,” Cloud agreed. “Let’s get going.”
- - -
Warm… drifting… mashed potatoes… and cheese? Yes, that was what he was eating
before he decided to take a nap. And such a good nap it was, too. He had
dreamed of happier days, when Dyne was still alive and Corel hadn’t been
destroyed. With his head pillowed on the softest of down, he had slept
peacefully.
Wait a minute. Pillowed… on down…?
Barret jerked awake with a start, the magical sleep finally wearing off as it
was known to do. He lifted his head from his pillow and found out to his
surprise, that it he was not asleep in his room… but in fact asleep with his
head in his dinner. A dinner he had not finished.
Brown eyes widened in surprise and then anger. A string of curses issued from
his mouth as he angrily scrubbed at his face, pulling cheesy strings from his
beard. At just an off gesture, he glanced down at his arm. Then did a double
take.
All of his materia was missing. Every last shining orb.
The gun-armed man jumped to his feet, more obscenities pouring from his mouth
like water as he stormed from the common room, leaving his unfinished meal
behind him. He glared this way and that, searching for the thief that had
magicked him and taken his materia. He knew there could only be one culprit,
only one sneaky and conniving enough to do such a thing. That damned, whatever
the hell she thought she was, ninja.
He angrily trod into the bridge, eyes narrowing when they caught sight of only
one crewmember in the entire vicinity. A thin man, slightly balding with a
magazine and a propped up pose.
With a snarl, Barret stomped his way. “Where is she?” he growled.
The crewmember raised a brow behind his tabloid. “Who?” he asked simply without
bothering to look up. Either this man was a fool or just entirely brave. He had
not been fazed once in the entire crazy day.
“Yuffie!” Barret snapped angrily. “That short &%$#@$ always rolfing about
everywhere.”
The crewmember sighed. “Like I told the boss earlier, I don’t know where anyone
is. The Captain and the quiet guy took off towards Wutai. I assume the boss and
tailed one took off towards there as well.”
Barret curled a fist. Like hell he was walking to Wutai. He was no fool.
Muttering to himself, the dark-skinned man turned and stormed from the bridge.
His stomach was growling at him, considering he had slept in his dinner rather
than ate it. He would wait until Cloud returned and wring his scrawny, little,
spiky head for ever considering bringing that thieving ninja along.
And in the bridge, the crewmember sighed and shook his head. The Captain sure
hung out with a strange sort of people. He shifted his position, recrossing his
legs before delving back into the magazine once more.
- - -
“You fat lazy slob!” Yuffie screeched, wriggling angrily against the restraints
that held her. “You put me down this minute, or you’ll be sorry!!”
“Oooh, feisty,” Don Corneo twittered as he twirled on one foot. He stood on one
of the many massive hands of the Dao-Chao Mountains. His captives were tied up,
hanging to the eyes of the face directly in front of them. He was checking them
over carefully, trying to decide which would make the better bride.
He was accompanied by two of his thugs, who were reclining lazily on the
ground, idly picking at the carved rock of the middle finger. They were bored
silly but paid enough to be so. They didn’t mind very much. Their boss was an
idiot, to be sure, but a rich one at that.
“When my partners find me,” Elena threatened angrily. She had given up on
straining against the thick rope that bound her and had resorted to furious
threats. Her anger was hiding the shame she felt for being caught by such a
loser.
“You’ll learn true fear of the Turks, Corneo!” she finished haughtily, ending
the threat.
Don Corneo sniffed but didn’t even seem alarmed by her words. He darted between
the two of them, a gleeful expression on his face. “I think I’ll choose--“ He
paused before doing a little twirl on one foot and pointing to one of the
females. “The blonde!” he screeched with a cackle. He put one hand on his chin
in thought. “I’ve always had a thing for them,” he recalled, remembering a
particular blond in blue that hadn’t really been a girl at all.
Elena paled slightly, suddenly struggling with more vigor to get through.
Inwardly, she was cursing Rude and Reno for taking so damn long. And she was
deathly afraid that somehow Don Corneo would be able to touch her, and he was
not an attractive sort at all, the lazy slob. Besides, she preferred
dark-headed men and on top of that, men with hair, period.
“Corneo!” came a voice from out of nowhere. “You’ll be marrying no one this
day!”
All eyes directed towards the only entrance to their little platform, immediately
falling on Cloud, Rude, and Nanaki. Don Corneo spluttered with anger as his
lackeys struggled to rise, scrambling about for their weapons.
“You!” he whined unattractively. “You’re always ruining my fun! Guards! Get
them!” he ordered with glee, another twirl and point towards the three
attackers.
However, the two lackeys had already decided that they weren’t paid enough to
have to face both the huge shining sword and a Turk. Both guns clattered to the
ground as they darted past their former employer and ran for their lives. They
didn’t even dare look Cloud and the others in the eye as they passed.
“Release our friends,” the demi-human ordered coldly as Rude tightened his
glove with a definitive sound and Cloud lowered his sword in an offensive stance.
Corneo flubbered about angrily as he stomped his foot. “I don’t think so,” he
defied. “RAPPS, come here!!” he hollered.
At first, the companions were nonplussed by his yell, seeing nothing emerge
forth. Then the sound of something squawking and the beat of wings caused them
to look upwards. A beast was descending upon them, finally settling down
between them and the cackling madman Corneo.
It appeared like a dragon, with huge wings and only a small hint of back legs.
It was thin and gangly with green scales and orangish, yellow webbing. The
creature, who they assumed was named Rapps, squawked irritably as it hovered
there flapping. It displayed rows of sharp teeth with each guttural growl and
seemed intent on fighting them, as its master had beckoned.
“Mwaha ha huh ha!” Don Corneo cackled again with a little dance and jiggle of
his hips that turned the stomach of all present. “My little Rapps is gonna
destroy you. Rapps, ATTACK!”
The creature cawed before diving in, massive pointed tail heading straight for
its nearest target, the Turk Rude. Yet, Cloud intercepted, blocking the attack
with the flat of his blade as Nanaki bounded past, quicker than lightning. The
demi-human gave a massive leap with his legs as the blond maintained his
defense of the tail and landed on the creature’s back, hanging on fiercely as
the monster began to try and get the intruding attacker off.
However, Rude was not one to stand idly by. He decided that they could handle
the beast, and in the meantime, he would teach Don Corneo some manners, Turk
style. Except the moment that he darted past Rapps, heading for its master, the
beast decided that it had had enough. It gave a strong heave of its wings and
body, knocking Nanaki loose and slapping Cloud across the legs with his tail,
throwing both men a good distance away. Its tail swung about, finally wrapping
about Rude’s abdomen and pulling him backwards, throwing him onto the pile of
limbs that was Cloud and Nanaki.
All three males landed with oomphs and cries of pain, their limbs entangled
together.
Cloud worked himself free, forehead twitching. “That’s it!” he snarled,
stomping up the path and scooping up his sword along the way. “Now, I’m
pissed!”
His body began to glow a limit break red as his sword took on a mako-blue hue.
As Nanaki and Rude sought to detangle themselves, Cloud threw himself at Rapps,
raising his sword up swiftly. He took a great leap, slashing at the enemy as he
did so, the power radiating from the weapon sliding along the creature’s scales
and seeking an entrance.
“Climhazzard!” he hissed loudly as the blade bit into Rapps skin, tearing
through the webbing and cartilage of one wing and causing blood to splatter on
the ground. The monster howled in pain and whipped its tail out at the
swordsman as he landed on the ground, a smug expression on his face.
Nanaki and Rude had detangled themselves and stood there, backing him up and
trying to figure a plan of action. However, Rapps wasted no time in
retaliating. With a furious flap of its wing, albeit one rather injured that
caused him to squeal in pain, a great wind built up. The beast twirled into a
tornado before it thrust the coil of quickened air at its attackers.
It struck Cloud first with him having no way to avoid it. The tornado ripped
its way through the air, the swordsman taking the brunt of it as he was thrown
backwards. Rude and Nanaki merely lost their footing. As the blond made contact
with the stone, the furious winds whipping their way across his skin and
attempting to tear into him, the demi-human growled angrily and leapt at the
beast. His claw flashed in the sunlight. Rapps was still struggling to stay in
the air after its last assault, and it was further hampered by a damaged wing.
Its reactions were too slow for the extremely fast Nanaki.
The demi-human sliced his way through the creature’s other wing just as Rude
barreled past him, slamming a gloved fist into the monster’s soft underbelly.
The howl of pain caught in Rapps’ throat as it crumpled, blood leaking from two
torn and bruised wings. It doubled over, tongue lolling out of its mouth from
the force of the Turk’s strike, his fist not unlike the feeling of being
punched with a boulder or being hit with a cannon ball.
The bald man merely inclined his head, pulling back to give a slight tug on his
glove. Nanaki shook his claw in disgust as Don Corneo wailed in the background.
Yet, the battle was not yet won.
Rapps still had some strength in it. With a vigor borne of its final moments,
the monster lashed out with its tail, striking the dark-skinned Turk in the
shoulder before he could even block, drilling through with the pointed tip
until it came out the other side. Rude gasped in surprise, grabbing onto the
tail with his hands and attempting to pull it out, but Rapps continued to
press, as if determined to take another life with him.
A sword flashed in the air moments before it could do so, Cloud bursting out of
nowhere, fury etched into his features. The Crystal Sword came down, easily
slicing through the tail as if it were butter, and detaching it from Rapps body
even as Nanaki finished the beast with a killing blow. There was a cry of
death, and then the monster’s body stilled. Rude pulled the tail from his
shoulder with disgust, now holding on to the bleeding part of his body with the
other arm.
Nanaki tossed him a potion, but a Heal would be needed to repair the seriously
damaged internal musculature. The Turk swayed where he stood, trying his best
to ignore the pain that was shooting through him.
“Rapps!!” Don Corneo screeched in horror as the monster’s dying breaths faded.
“What have you done to my baby?” His eyes welled with tears.
None of the real men looked impressed.
“Hand them over, Corneo!” the demi-human demanded, a serious look on his face.
He was not pleased. He was tired of chasing Yuffie around, and Don Corneo’s
voice was grating on his nerves.
The Don’s face hardened suddenly, going from whiny to angry in the span of a
few seconds. “You killed my Rapps,” he uttered in a low tone. His hand delved into
his pockets, pulling out a small device, barely bigger than his hand. “So I’ll
just have to kill your friends.”
He pressed a button on the remote and with a squeal, the two girls turned until
they were upside down. They slid a few inches down the face of the cliff.
Yuffie began struggling with her bindings even more, releasing a string of
expletives.
“Get us down!” the two cried in unison.
Corneo laughed maniacally and performed a little twirl. “Move one more step,
and I’ll drop them!” he threatened with a cackle as he moved in a little dance,
holding the device in the air.
Nanaki and Cloud contained worried glances, while Rude didn’t make any sort of
comment or move. He was too concerned with his aching arm, blood dripping
through his fingers and a pained expression on his face. They weren’t sure how
to handle the situation; Corneo was a loose cannon.
Suddenly, a gunshot pierced the stillness. A bullet struck the device in
Corneo’s hand, sending it careening over the edges of the cliff. All eyes
turned towards its originating direction, surprised to find Vincent and Cid
standing on a jutting, stony hand. The pilot had his arms crossed over his
chest, and the dark-haired man was slowly returning his Winchester to its
holster.
The ex-Turk’s eyebrow twitched. “It’s not what you are doing,” he commented in
explanation as he narrowed his crimson eyes at Corneo. His low voice carried
easily to them. “So much as the idiotic way you are doing it,” he ended. Beside
him, Cid laughed aloud, reaching for a cigarette before a stern glare from
Vincent had him sighing and putting his hand back down.
The Don went white when he understood his predicament. His eyes searched for a
way out, realizing he had no choice but to retreat. However, the swordsman and
his duo were blocking the only obvious direction unless he went over the side.
He paled further at the idea. Then again, the thought of being in Turk custody
was even worse.
“Well, then,” he stuttered, inching towards the cliff. “It… uh… looks like
you’ve won, heh.”
Cloud and Nanaki exchanged glances. Corneo was acting stranger than usual. Both
men somehow expected another attack to come as the fat man stammered on
endlessly.
“So… uh, I think its time I left,” the balding man continued, beady little eyes
darting back and forth as he inched away.
Yet, before could even try to leap over the edge, a shadow fell across him.
Corneo looked up, eyes wide and mouth agape, as a form toppled onto him from
above. The two crashed into the ground, limbs entangled. Everyone knew at a
glance that the laughing, red-haired mess was none other than Reno.
Cuffs were pulled out and slapped around the unconscious Don’s wrists before
anyone could say anything. Reno grinned, rising to his feet as he dusted off
his hands. It was amazing how many had gathered to recover the lost Yuffie and
Elena.
“Get me down, you late bastards!” the blonde Turk screamed, jerking madly on
her bindings. She didn’t seem to notice that she was hanging upside down.
Yuffie meanwhile, had calmed down, realizing that she was in an unfortunate
situation.
The ones chasing her had finally caught up. She would be forced to return what
she had stolen and she only hoped that they wouldn’t beat her into a senseless
pulp. Quickly, the ninja began to form a plan, wondering if they would believe
her.
Reno chuckled, half-turning with a cocky flip of his hair and a shrug of his
shoulders. “Why am I not surprised?” he questioned with a raised eyebrow,
unused Electro Rod tapping against his shoulder. “A rookie mistake.” He shook
his head teasingly.
Vincent and Cid began to make their way to their friends as everyone began to
come together, wondering the best possible way to get the two females down.
“Don’t worry,” Rude commented with a slight wince. His shoulder was killing him
but there was no way he was going to show weakness to AVALANCHE. “We will take
care of Corneo.”
The blood was beginning to rush to Elena’s head, so it made her testier than
usual. She started to make a loud protestation again when suddenly Nanaki made
a great leap, clinging to the face of the cliff with one hand as he grabbed her
and sliced through the bonds with the other. With another fantastic jump, he
landed back on the ground, depositing the blonde safely upon it. Yuffie, he
left hanging… on Cloud’s orders, of course.
“What I don’t understand is you how guys showed up at exactly the right
moment,” the swordsman questioned with a raised eyebrow when Vincent and Cid
strode in his direction, the pilot looking very cocky indeed.
“Was in a shop looking over some plane parts,” the Captain answered. “When
vampy here saw Corneo rushing past with a screaming Yuffie.” He gestured with a
thumb towards the dark-haired man.
“We thought it prudent that we follow… after Cid argued with the man over the
price, of course,” the gunman added in.
Before anyone could further comment, the blonde Turk spoke up. She shot a
somewhat angry glance at her red-haired companion as they worked to heal their
bald friend, Rude hissing obscenities under his breath.
“What was up with the super-hero act?” she questioned scathingly, still
slightly embarrassed by all that occurred and therefore taking it out on her
favorite target. “Trying to pretend to be something you’re not?”
But instead of responding in a teasing fashion, as Reno normally would, he
narrowed his aquamarine eyes at her, a dangerous look crossing into his face.
His features hardened as he finished applying the Heal magic to Rude’s
shoulder. The red-haired man turned towards his fellow blonde Turk, and she
remarkably fell silent at the look on his face.
“If you had been acting in accordance with Turk regs, we would have never had
to rescue you in the first place,” Reno commented in a low voice. “Those were
rookie mistakes, Elena; mistakes you know better than to make.” He was using
that tone again, the authoritative tone that the members of AVALANCHE had heard
echoing through Rude’s PHS.
The female Turk lowered her gaze, instantly flushing under that piercing stare.
Any biting comment that she had built up in her mind faded, and she once again
felt like a trainee on her first day. Reno said nothing more, but it didn’t
seem like it was needed.
And then the sound of a PHS alerted the somewhat tense moment. The ridiculous
sound could belong to none other than Reno. With a slight relaxing of his
features, the redhead sighed and turned away from Elena, digging into his
pockets to pull out the PHS as the members of AVALANCHE watched with interest
without making it seem they were eavesdropping.
Poor Yuffie was left hanging.
“Reno, here,” the Turk answered swiftly, turning his back on his fellows and
squaring his shoulders. Almost immediately, they tensed up at the sound of the
voice, Heideigger’s horsy laughter echoing.
“AVALANCHE has been sighted in Wutai,” the ShinRa executive ordered. “Orders
are to kill on sight. Mwa ha ha!”
Reno twitched but merely nodded his head. “Affirmative,” he replied before
closing the phone with a slight click.
The members of AVALANCHE tensed for a fight, all of them able to hear
Heidegger’s loud orders. If it was a fight the Turks wanted, then they were
going to have it rough. However, the redhead merely shrugged and continued up
the path, waving for Rude and Elena to follow him, as if his targets weren’t
standing less than ten feet behind him.
Cid, ever the tactless one and insanely curious, yelled to their retreating
forms. “Hey! Aren’t you going to fight us?” he demanded.
“What do I care?” Reno questioned snottily. “I’m on vacation.”
Besides, if ShinRa was going to force them to take a vacation then he was going
to bloody well enjoy every minute of it. He stuck Elena with dragging the heavy
unconscious body of Don Corneo as a form of punishment as the three Turks began
to make their way down the trail.
With a shake of his head and a slight grin quirking at the corner of his lips,
Cloud sheathed his sword and crossed his arms over his chest. Now, they could
devote their entire attentions to their thieving friend. The four AVALANCHE
members turned to face Yuffie, hard looks on every face, though Cid and Vincent
didn’t truly know what was going on. The ninja paled and gulped loudly.
“Uh…” she began meekly. “I’m sorry?” It came out more as a question than a
statement.
A slight and rather hesitant smile tried to fight its way to the surface, but
the storm behind mako blue eyes killed it violently.
She was in big trouble.
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