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Who Watches the Watchmen	By : AngelicPhantom Category: Final Fantasy Anime > Final Fantasy 7: Advent Children Views: 918 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the hallway outside of Reno's room Tseng hunched over wrapping his arms around his body trying in vain to hold himself together. He could hear Reno's pain through the wall and every sound of agony cut him deep. Sinking to the ground he pulled his knees to his chest and stared at the opposite wall, in a way standing guard until Reno's crying subsided into silent sleep.
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Screams filled the air, interspersed with ear-shattering explosions. On every exposed piece of dusty ground lay the scattered bodies of the Wutaiin peasants who until recently had occupied the village. Crouched behind a crumbling wall were the group of surviving villagers and a Turk. The Turk, Rude, was searching hurriedly through his pockets to see if he could find any more of his concussion grenades.
Finally finding what he was searching for, Rude yanked the pin on the device and peering briefly over the disintegrating wall lobbed it as hard as he could towards the armored transport containing the largest amount of enemies. Behind his dark shades Rude's eyes widened as he realized that the blast might knock the wall over, either destroying the people behind it or leaving them completely open to attack. Ignoring the stinging of numerous wounds Rude bodily picked up two of the weaker villagers and dragged the others as far and fast as he could away from the wall.
Not a moment too soon. The group hadn't made it 20 meters from their shelter when the grenade detonated, sending them flying. The only person who saw the awesome sight was Rude who happened to have turned around to grab the hand of a fallen peasant. The armored vehicle burst apart at the seams and red hot chunks of metal were flung through the air. In the conflagration that was all that remained of the inside of the transport, Rude could see featureless faces screaming in agony before they melted into the flames. Realizing he had taken far too long to start running again Rude spun on his heel and dashed after his group of survivors, trying for the safety of the forest.
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Silent figures moved like a tide through the trees, probing the thick undergrowth with razor-edged spears. The forest fringe was soundless except for the odd crack of twig underfoot and the pounding thuds as the spears slammed into the earth. Behind the skirmish-line rode three figures on chocobo-back, ignoring the orders of silence in favor of an animated conversation. The largest figure, whose chocobo was staggering under his weight, was the Wutaiin warlord Shuang Gou self-styled lord of the lands from the Court of the Sea to the Da Chou mountain.
Even though he himself had sent the order for silence Shuang Gou chattered away to his two advisors blithely ignoring that the rest of his men were trying to listen intently for any sign of the escapees. The attendant called Iwao was uttering monosyllables in a hushed voice obviously unwilling to stop speaking before the warlord was finished, but also unwilling to jeopardize the search. On the the left of the warlord the thin wispy man named Itachi watched the proceedings through veiled scornful eyes.
'That mean man is spoiling my beautiful new Kingdom,' whined Shuang Gou in a surprisingly effeminate voice. 'Iwao what are we going to do to stop this uprising among the people who should be vying to kiss my feet? Itachi where did that damn man come from?'
Stepping soundlessly forward to his commander's side Itachi let a small smile flicker across his thin rodent-like features. 'Warlord, the man who has been wreaking havoc seems to have sprung from nowhere a mere three days ago. The only name I could find for him is something I suspect is a codename - Pyoveli. We have as yet been unable to derive meaning from this name but our communications agents are working on the assumption this is cypher for something else. They should have results for you soon my Warlord. The others, the peasants-'
Shuang Gou broke in arrogantly talking over his subordinate, 'I don't care about the peasants Itachi, all I want to know is who the hell is stirring trouble somewhere there was no fucking trouble before!'
Itachi cringed back as Shuang Gou's voice rose into a wavering shout. He could see the soldiers turning their heads at the sudden noise, but he in no way dared to shush the Warlord. The weaselly man sent a silent prayer up to the gods as Iwao placed a hand on the neck of the Warlord's chocobo bringing them all to a halt and distracting Shuang Gou from his tirade.
'My Lord,' Rumbled the massive man. 'The soldiers have found a trail.' for Iwao this amounted to a full blown speech and thus gave both his companions a moments pause.
After gaping briefly at his taciturn attendant Shuang Gou broke into a hearty laugh and urged his chocobo into a stumbling run. 'The hunt is on my men,' He called back to them. 'We shall run this dog into the ground.'
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Even though the trees and tangled undergrowth gave him and the remaining villagers more cover Rude dared not relax for an instant, urging everyone deeper into the jungle in hopes of finding a refuge. Or failing that a defensible place to take out as many of the enemy before giving in to death. Multitasking as a good Turk should Rude ripped chunks of jagged metal out of his torso as he ran, trying to keep up with the Cure potion in his other hand.
Busy as he was herding the peasants and being his own surgeon Rude almost missed the deep fissure in the rock face he was currently skirting. With a minimum of whispers and many hand signals Rude waved his group into the thin crack recognizing the telltale signs of the opening to a cave system. Once everyone was in the entrance to the cave the bald Turk paused a second to listen for their pursuers. A second too long it turned out as an unseen enemy let out a yell of discovery before Rude could turn and vanish into the cave too.
Knowing that it was only a matter of minutes before the cave entrance was swarming with heavily armed soldiers Rude dashed to the weary group he had got this far and motioned for them to split up. This was the only way he told himself, for if one group was caught, the others would be far enough away to escape. Cursing the misinformation that turned a supposedly easy assassination into a race for survival Rude set out after his charges into the black depths of the earth.
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While Rude was facing the dark caves of Glasswood, his co-agent Elena was dealing with a very different kind of darkness, one that breeds in the slums and underworlds of the inner cities. Sitting bolt upright in the grotty vinyl chair that served as a waiting area the blonde pursed her lips at the wait. When a flustered receptionist flapped at her to go in Elena rose gracefully to her feet and swept haughtily into the inner sanctum of one of the most powerful crime-lords under the Plate.
As she stalked arrogantly through the chipped and peeling door Elena swore rancorously in her head. She had been doing that almost constantly for three weeks, ever since Veld had dropped her neck deep in the criminal underworld under the pretext of infiltrating a major drug ring. Elena knew that she was not properly experienced in business below the plate and she wondered what had been going through Veld's head when he gave her this assignment. All she could do however was draw on everything Reno had ever told her about the slums and do her best to keep her limbs attached to her body.
The blonde woman glared down her nose at the obese slug sitting in front of her, doing her best to portray distain rather than disgust and completely disdaining to notice the two heavily muscled wall fixtures on either side of the man. She inclined her head slightly when he waved her to sit down, perching on the edge of the chair. She injected pure ice into her tone for the opening sally, 'I do not intend to be long Mr Jinn, this should be brief.' In her head she started counting down from 5.
Mr Jinn, the richest underworld figure in Midgar smiled lugubriously at the pretty, slim blonde sitting in front of him and slapped a large brown envelope onto the desk before him. Becoming slightly uneasy as the woman just stared at him Mr Jinn stuttered, 'Here is the first installment of your order Akunin, but as you know we will need the money before the remainder is forthcoming.'
Elena's mental countdown hit zero just as Mr Jinn broke the silence and she sneered subtly. She was expecting this lame attempt at a double cross and was almost disappointed at how blatant the man was in his machinations. Unfolding her arms Elena directed a poisonous glare at Mr Jinn and stood abruptly, turning to leave the room. 'I don't believe this was the agreement,' She hissed. 'And if you think I have the money on me, you are sadly mistaken.'
Then out of the corner of her eye Elena saw something that sent a chill down her spine. Mr Jinn was not looking frightened anymore, he was smirking. Elena halted mid-step as his newly sharp tone reached her ears. 'Miss, you will turn around and sit down. I am not finished with you yet.'
Turning robotically Elena tried to hold her head high and perched again on the edge of the chair. She met his eyes impassively, waiting for his next utterance. She didn't have to wait long. Drawing out the moment Mr Jinn finally spoke again. 'What made you think that you could come here without backup, Miss Elena Turk? I am curious at your boldness.'
As her real name left his lips Elena knew she had been betrayed and that unless she thought quickly she would not be leaving the room alive. Forcing terror into her eyes she stuttered convincingly, 'I work for the Turks but I'm not one yet. Do you think a real Turk would be stupid enough to come in here without a partner? If you let me go I can lead you to my operator, I don't owe them anything...'
Elena was cut off mid-sentence as a blur of motion came from beside her, slamming a large calloused hand into her jaw. She was spun off the chair onto the floor and sprawled onto her stomach, fighting to not black out. The blonde woman felt the cold hand of fear clench in her gut and knew in that instant that she was going to die. Squeezing her eyes shut she waited for the shot that would finish her.
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Rude watched momentarily as four peasants scurried down a tiny shaft to the left of the entrance of the caves. Shepherding the remaining six, still supporting the two weakest children Rude started as quickly as possible down the centre tunnel. Hoping to Gaia for an offshoot the Turk hustled everyone through the dank and shadowy tunnels as fast as they could move.
Unknown to Rude and his group though, the soldiers were not the only ones to try and follow his movements through the caves. Hidden in a tiny nook at least fifty feet above the ground a slim figure silently pressed the gently glowing Sense Materia into her forearm, using her other arm to shield the yellow iridescence that resulted. Quick purple eyes darted over what seemed to be thin air, but was actually scale placements of everyone now within the cave systems viewable only to the materia holder. With a small sniff the figure quenched the materia light and seemed to fly down the tunnel after Rude.
As Rude and his group wound deeper into the caverns he could feel the tingle on the back of his neck that told him he was being watched. Gritting his teeth as he hauled a silently crying child to his feet for the fiftieth time he tried to work out who could be shadowing him and the people he was trying to protect. One thing he was sure of was that it wasn't one of Shuang Gou's soldiers as they would have been slaughtered the moment they were sighted. Under the pretext of checking on some of the straggling peasants Rude snapped his head around and was rewarded with a glimpse of pale skin and a trailing sash.
As Rude was trying to place the strange vision that flickered across his view, something even more unexpected happened. Out of thin air a form dropped down to stand in front of the stunned Turk and his small group of unfortunates. Standing in front of Rude with a hip cocked and one eyebrow raised stood a slim woman holding a massive four pointed throwing star nonchalantly at her side. Without a word the woman beckoned the party off the main tunnel and through a miniscule crack into an unanticipated cave beyond.

A/N: Names in Chapter Three: Shuang Gou - Twin Hooked Swords (named after his choice of weapon), Iwao - Stone Man (literal translation), Itachi - Weasel. I know I'm using both Japanese and Chinese... So sue me :P
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