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1982-Secret Lair

Vincent Valentine spun around and fired two shots into the corridor. Immediately, he wrapped an arm supporting the woman beside him and raced toward the exit he had planned for. Everything was going according to plan; hire some guns outside Shinra, especially some from "The Company". Even if they died, he didn't care. Not even his own well-being mattered to him, as long as she was safe.

Lucrecia Crescent clung to him, blinking away the stasis sleep. Her red hair flowed to her waist, while her blue eyes tried to focus in on him. Once again, he cursed Hojo. That man had much to answer for. Still, he had to get her out before it even came to that.

He reached the exit, realizing instantly that it was too quiet. There should have been sounds of a battle taking place. But it was quiet as a grave. His eyes scanned the area as he strained to hear any sounds. He sensed too late the presence that knocked the .45 pistol out of his hand and slammed him into the ground. His body wouldn't move and as he starred into a fierce set of green eyes, he couldn't help but think, "And it was going so well."

Lucrecia leaned against the wall for support, starring at her former bodyguard Vincent as he was tossed like a rag-doll. Tears began to flow down her face as thoughts of staying in this accursed place ran through her mind. Forcing her eyes to focus in, her fear turned instantly to joy as she recognized the figure getting ready to finish Vincent off. "Nana, don't! Vincent helped me" she said with a voice hoarse from anxiety.

Nana Possible had her forearm on the Turk's neck, ready to cut off the man's supply of oxygen and also disable his voice when she heard the scientist. She hesitated before standing to her feet and helping Valentine to his feet.

Vincent's eyes never left Nana Possible as he stood up. He had heard that she was the best and her semi-retirement to raise a family hadn't slowed her down any. The fact that she took him out so easy was proof enough. He slowly picked his pistol and holstered it. "So you're the reason it's so quiet."

Nana merely shrugged while checking on Dr. Crescent. "Are you all right, dear?" she said.

"I'll be doing much better away from here." Dr. Crescent said with a smile.

Vincent sighed to himself. He had figured as much. "As long as he makes her happy, I will be content." he said to himself. Steeling himself before he spoke, "Nana, can you get her out of here safely?"

Nana glanced at the Turk; "Yes." was all she said.

Lucrecia smiled at Vincent. "Please be safe. Don't do anything stupid."

Vincent merely shrugged, "Someone has to be the distraction. And besides, I have some unfinished business." He raced back into the lair leaving the two women behind; each step bringing both unbearable pain and yet a feeling of peace.

Nana helped Dr. Crescent to her feet and counted to ten, while pressing a button on her watch. She patiently waited for the signal, the silence broken by her son's girlfriend.

"Nana, how long was I here?" Dr Crescent asked weakly.

"About eight months" Nana answered as she received the signal. Grabbing the woman beside her and racing out the door. She raised her grappling hook to the sky and fired, hitting a jet above them. She missed the tears racing down the doctor's face and her hands reaching for her stomach as they raced to the plane, which was being flown by her sons "Slim" and James.

James Timothy Possible waited at the hatch as he watched his mother bring up his missing girlfriend. He saw the tears in her eyes as she came closer. As the hatch was closed she ran up and threw her arms around him, sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. James just held her, stroking her long hair, and whispered gently into her ear, trying to comfort her.

Lucrecia Crescent sobbed into her boyfriend's shoulder. She felt like she was dying, but it couldn't be helped. She never had a chance to tell him before she was kidnapped, though she couldn't quite remember who had kidnapped her. That didn't matter, she could never tell her boyfriend that she had been pregnant and somehow in these missing months, she had lost the baby. She felt Nana's hand on her shoulder and heard her say something trying to comfort her, but it was no use. It only made her cry harder.

Vincent slowly approached the lab. It had taken him a bit to get here, trying to sneak past the very "alerted' guards although the explosions rocking the building had helped a lot, still he was forced to put away some guards himself. The door was jammed open and he saw the monster responsible sitting there going through some folders unaware of what was happening around him. Typical Hojo, Vincent smirked as he raised his pistol up, only to be blinded by pain.

Hojo sat up from his seat, and smirked at the ex-Turk who was twitching on the ground. "How bothersome, I went to all this trouble and you've went and nearly messed up everything. No matter, I have what I what, plus more." he said before breaking off into laughter. "I bet you're wondering how come these "rays" aren't affecting me. Since it is my duty as a scientist to explain things, I will tell you. It's really quite simple. You see, when you first came in here and rescued my fellow scientist Lucrecia Crescent, I had you dosed with nanites. These "rays" really only affect those nanites. It won't cause any lasting harm; after all I can't lose my latest two specimens can I?"

Vincent lay helpless on the floor, trying desperately to get to some kind of weapon. It was no use, he couldn't move. Then something that madman had said clicked in his head, despite the pain racking his body; he glanced up and saw a baby in an incubator. Mako…materia, Professor Gast's brilliant idea, healing materia. No wonder Lucrecia didn't have any scars; rage filled him as he watched Hojo approaching him with a syringe and then darkness.

Aftermath

President Shinra glanced down at the report. Hidden lair destroyed, but objective achieved. Picture perfect, not even the great Nana Possible suspected anything or at the very least was waiting for more information. He watched as the report disengrate on his desk. There went the only copy. Only himself and the people directly involved in operation: Sephiroth were involved. Soon, they would have an ancient and when they did, the world would be his. Humming quietly to himself, he glanced down at another report on his desk. Another Mako disaster, this time involving Employee: 61582, Andrew Lipsky. Poor fool; it seems the mako energy had turned his skin color blue. Oh well, you can't get some omelets without breaking some eggs.