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To Breed an Army	By : Vidori Category: Final Fantasy VII > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 1327 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author Notes: A few new POVs in this chapter and the mysterious Turk is revealed. I wonder how many readers guessed correctly who is he. Please enjoy and rate and review if you'd like!
Chapter Three
How can I believe when this cloud hangs over me. You're a part of me that I don't wanna see. I can live forever here. - Breaking Benjamin �Forget It�

�What are we even lookin� for, yo?� Reno complained as he crouched down beside a semi-crushed filing cabinet. He rubbed soot and ash from one of the drawers� labels and squinted to read the lettering. Diagnostic Data. The drawer was empty when he opened it, though. The redheaded Turk grunted and stood, looking over at Rude. �I mean, they already pulled Hojo and all his files out, ya know, so why are we even here? Let the grunts handle the rest of it. And Elena and the Director ain�t even helping�.�

Rude didn�t respond. He stood at the other end of the foundation, half listening to Reno whining in the background as he surveyed the aftermath, surely, of an experiment having finally gone wrong. He still couldn�t believe what he was seeing and he frowned, eyes narrowing behind the ever present sunglasses.

It couldn�t be this easy, could it? Rude finally forced himself to move forward, towards the remains of Hojo�s mainframe. There was a space cleared where the scientist had been found and Rude crouched down, examining the spot and then the few pieces left of the massive computer. But� how? He figured that�s what Rufus and Tseng planned on them finding, anything that might tell them how it had happened. And why. I get the feeling this wasn�t an accident.

�Yo! Rude!� The yell came right behind his ear and Rude rolled his eyes, well used to Reno�s brash personality to startle easily. �What�s with you, man? Spacin� out all the time and when you�re not spacin� out, you ain�t even here!�

�They already took the files?� Rude asked, changing the topic from his bouts of distraction before the redhead could get on another rolling rant. He caught a reflection of light a few inches from where he knelt. He reached a hand out as Reno replied.

�Yeah, Cloud�s group took �em to one of the conference rooms for the boss-man. That�s where Elena�s been, chest deep in Hojo�s chocobo-scratch,� Reno shrugged as he leaned down a bit to look at what Rude had discovered, a surprisingly almost-whole test tube. Rude carefully pulled the rubber cork out of the end and sniffed it. �Anythin�, yo?�

�Mako residue,� Rude grunted, pushing the stopper back in place. �End�s busted through� Could be our answer.� He stood, pulling a plastic bag out of his pocket to seal the tube into. He tossed it to his partner and Reno took the time to examine it more closely. �The Director will want to know, in any case.�

She�ll want to know, too� Hojo�s dead and Elena�s going through all of his notes� His gaze traveled up to the main Shinra building to the floor he knew the conference rooms were on. The leather of his glove creaked as he subconsciously fisted his hand. If he could just distract the blonde Turk long enough, then he might be able to get Ne�Sa�s file out before anyone noticed it.

She�d be free, never having to worry about Hojo and any of Shinra�s shit ever again. He dutifully ignored the clenching of his heart, body still moving and reacting to Reno and his duties in routine. He would never have a reason to see her again and he couldn�t see her wanting him around as a reminder of what she�d been through. He wouldn�t deny that a part of him hated that fact. More than four years had a passed since Hojo had approached him for this task and he was more emotionally invested in Ne�Sa than Rude would have ever thought. He would do this one last thing for her. He would get her file and burn her data. Nobody needed to know and he�d be able to ensure her freedom. It was all he could offer her, his only available option for forgiveness for years of inaction.

�Reno,� Rude looked out over the site once more. �I need you to do something for me.� He glanced back at Reno as a red brow arched in question.

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It�s not here. Rude flipped the last file shut and shoved it away from him towards the rest of the piles. He pulled his sunglasses off and rubbed the bridge of his nose. It had been ridiculously easy to get Reno to distract Elena. It had only cost him a small fortune in Gongaga smokes, but he considered it a worthy trade with the stipulation that he didn�t want to know how the redhead had managed to distract her. Of course, it probably would have been ridiculously easy to just ask her to take over searching through the files anyway, but Rude knew it would have been suspicious to offer and Reno was probably getting a kick out of it.

He leaned back in the chair and frowned at the useless mountain of data before him. He�d been at it for three hours and not a single sign of anything to do with Ne�Sa, not even a hint of the past four years. Could it have been lost in the initial explosion?

Rude resisted the irrational urge to sweep the offending piles to the floor and sighed as he pushed out of the chair. If it wasn�t here, then there wasn�t anything he could do about it. He could just count himself lucky that the data had probably gone up with Hojo.

Stupid bastard got off easy. He flicked the lights as he pulled the door shut behind him and strode slowly down the hallway. He finally let a smile quirk one side of his mouth. He checked his watch and shrugged. He had enough time to sleep. He�d been on less.I�ll go in the morning, before the meeting. She�s never going to believe me. Hojo�s dead. The smile stretched fully and he was glad nobody was around to see it, wouldn�t have wanted to ruin his stoic Turk image. He cleared his throat and adjusted his tie and disappeared back to the Turk�s personal floors before anyone even noticed him.
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Something was definitely going on. And it had to be some deep stuff to have the Turks going behind each other. Cloud narrowed his eyes and watched as Reno sweet-talked his blonde coworker out of the conference room. He splayed a hand against the window of the building opposite the conference rooms and leaned forward. It�d been a few minutes since Reno had led Elena down the hallway and now Rude was slipping in.

�What the hell are you guys up to?� Cloud murmured. He hated that Rufus had wormed his damn Turks into the investigation. It was a bitter pill to swallow to have to salute the President and act like everything was peachy and now the damn penguins were acting weird. Well, weirder than normal.

He pushed away from the window with a disgusted grunt and moved through the empty training room. He�d come there to let off some steam, knowing that if he didn�t then he�d probably do something he�d regret. Like sneak into Rufus� room and shave his head. That thought had him snickering, but he knew the backlash wouldn�t be worth it. Rufus would just take it out on Zack and Sephiroth and then Cloud would be stuck with the disappointed looks from his lovers and, Gaia, he didn�t want to deal with that.

Zack and his damn wounded puppy look and Seph with his five year-old silent treatments. He shook his head and kicked the door shut behind him. Sometimes he felt like the more mature of the three, ridiculous with him being the youngest and the lower class. But it never lasts long and woo, do they know how to make it up.

He walked the halls alone, hands comfortably in his uniform pockets. Shinra was pretty much shut down this late in the evening, or early in the morning depending on how one looked at the time, so it was a quiet, leisurely stroll back to his designated apartment. Soon, though, he was back to thinking on Rufus and the Turks and everything that had happened that evening. What had happened? Hojo was usually so careful with his things, almost dangerously overprotective. Cloud knew he probably shared the same views as everyone else. This hadn�t been an accident, but had the head scientist done it like Cloud had suggested or had an experiment finally gone wrong?

He was pretty sure there were plenty of people who wouldn�t mind seeing Hojo dead and gone. But to risk the whole of Shinra? Whatever or whoever it was, it wouldn�t be long before they found out. Even with his disdain for the Turks, he knew they were good. He just hated when Rufus threw his weight around. All because the brat wants in Seph�s pants. You�d think he�d learn that it�s never going to happen. Rufus would never make it past Zack and Cloud even if Sephiroth were interested, which everyone knew he was most definitely not.

Cloud stopped at the elevator, pressed the button for his floor and waited. He dropped his head back and rolled his shoulders to release some of the tension knots. Working out wouldn�t do any good if he just let himself get worked up again. Gaia, he should know better than to let Rufus get to him. They�d been dancing around each other for a year now, steps he knew almost by heart. He wasn�t at all prepared for the sudden darkness of the blindfold.

�What?! What the hell?!� It was a split second before his training kicked in and he fought back. His other senses sharpened without his sight and he dropped down out of the hands around his arms. He swept his foot out, but miscalculated the angle and his attacker landed on him with a thud that knocked the wind out of them both. His blinded vision swam with spots of dizziness and he couldn�t make out the muttered words from someone off to the side. Had they done something to his hearing without him noticing?

Two? What the hell is going on? Who would be attacking a First Class SOLDIER? The Turks? The body rolled off of him, but got Cloud on his stomach as the attackers exchanged words that he still couldn�t understand. He began to struggle again as his arms were pulled behind him and his wrists were secured together. There was muffled laughter as Cloud almost succeeded in throwing off the weight above him, but a sharp word cut off the humor and the weight doubled down.

Cloud grunted at the force and twisted around, trying to get out from under the attacker and back on his feet. It only gained a gloved hand shoved against his head, his face now forced against the floor. His breathing wasn�t quite harsh, but it came out in shallow pants. He felt a fleeting feeling of fear before it was swallowed up by anger. His voice was coming out in a continuous litany of curses and his shoulders were starting to protest the odd position.

There was a strange hesitation in the air as everything seemed to stop when the elevator dinged, signaling its arrival right before the doors slid open. Well, fuck� When Zack and Seph find out, I�ll never hear the end of it.

Cloud felt the power of Materia before he could begin to struggle again and he refused to panic even as the Sleep spell washed over him and he went down into unconsciousness as his body was dragged off the floor.

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Rufus watched Cloud being slung over a shoulder and then he quietly closed his office door to lean back against it.

�Paper Tiger, indeed,� he muttered to himself as he raked shaking a hand through his hair. �Letting stuff like that happen in the halls of my company.� He smirked to himself and pushed off the door to go fix himself a drink. The First would get what was coming to him, he was sure. Who was Rufus to step in, putting his nose in other people�s business? He braced a hand on his wet bar, dropping a few ice cubes into his glass and then pouring three fingers of scotch over them. He swirled the contents, turning his gaze towards the windows.

Tseng was at Rufus� desk, leaning against it as he slowly buttoned his shirt. The Turk arched a brow in the President�s direction as Rufus ran an appreciative gaze over him.

�Shall I go assist him, sir?� Tseng asked, already knowing the answer. He wasn�t disappointed as Rufus shook his head and stepped over with a second drink. Tseng took the proffered glass and sipped its contents.

�If the brat can�t take care of himself as First Class, then there is no help for him,� Rufus shrugged an elegant shoulder. He leaned over, nipping at Tseng�s ear. The Turk shivered and Rufus smirked against his skin. �I�m sure he�ll be fine and if not? Well, a lucky Second will get a promotion.�

�Paper Tiger, indeed,� Tseng echoed the President�s earlier statement. Rufus just laughed and undid the buttons Tseng had just finished with. The Turk sighed and dropped his hands to the desk, letting Rufus do as he pleased.

A Turk�s work was never done.
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