Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy 7 or the Turks. Shoot it.
A/N: Hiya! Long time no see... Sorry about that. I have been really into FF7 lately and just had to start a little collection about the Turks.
As you can guess this will be 5 chapters long and each will be themed with a word. I don't think there will be much romance so the rating is for swearing and generic stuff related to Turks's job. However in this chapter there isn't anything at all.
Sorry, not an update. I just caught couple of typing errors and had to fix them. Really likes to screw with the lining... And it likes to make words dissapear. Like how I can't write this site's name without it deleting itself or how I can't add more space between the title and the main text... Chapter 2 is done though. It's called U as Undercover.
I'm very sorry if this looks like spamming. I'm simply trying to make this more pleasant to read even though this site doesn't want to cooperate with me.
T as a Target
To be a Turk means complete obedience. Once orders are given, they are to be obeyed without question or hesitation. It doesn't matter if your target is to be tortured, kidnapped or killed. It doesn't matter. Turks are Shinra's to command. However, everyone has a point they can't cross. Even if it's hard to find, being buried deep in one's heart. For that reason, almost one fifth of the fatalities within the Investigation Sector of the General Affairs Department are caused by friendly fire.
"Elena, do it now," Tseng commanded sternly, his patience running thin. Elena turned her brown eyes filled with internal debate towards her boss, pleading him silently to remove the order.
"But Sir..." She objected voice tight with reluctance.
"No, don't even try. If you do not do as I say right now, there will be repercussions," Tseng cut off her halfhearted complaint.
"That's right Rookie. Even if the boss man here isn't looking forward to dirtying his hands with you, he will totally do it, yo," Reno chimed hanging in the background, happy not to be in Elena's shoes.
"I understand Tseng, sir, I really do. But is it truly necessary?" The look in Tseng's eyes was all the answer Elena needed. Bracing herself, she neared the target which she had been told to get rid of. "At least it has stopped raining..."
Elena lifted a cardboard box carefully from her desk. Inside of it was a small sleeping kitty. She had found it earlier being drenched in a downpour. Unfortunately, the little furball had started to wreak havoc after drying in her office. With heavy heart, Elena set out to do as she was commanded: to take the kitten back in the streets.
As it is, even the Turks are allowed their bouts of reluctance and slight insubordination. Otherwise, there would be no Turks left.