I'm a Turk, I'll Live

Chapter 1

An intruder at Shinra Inc. brings his grudge for the Turks against one of them—Reno. After their first encounter, Reno is forced to pull his life back together by his only friend, Rude. But…that enemy is still out there. Though Reno survived this time, that doesn't mean he or the others will in the future…

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Atavistic Angst

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The power flickered out, eliciting another curse from the Turk leader. "What's taking him so long?" He muttered under his breath, leaning foreword a slight bit to peek around the wall his back was pressed against.

He stood, gun cocked, in one of the many intersecting hallways lining the building. The only way out was to go straight ahead, past the isle to his right. The problem? Someone was waiting there, and that someone wasn't going to let them escape. Tseng had already made the mistake of trying to run past the assailant once. The result was a, though not fatal, bullet wound to his side. He was lucky the bullet had only scathed him.

'Damn, you, Reno…' He thought, biting his lower lip impatiently. The number one goal right now: Get Rufus out before their uninvited guest could get his hands on him. Reno and Rude were already supposed to have accompanied their employer down to the first floor; they had yet to arrive.

He heard, in the distance ahead of him, a few gunshots being fired. A scream—it was Elena's, he realized. About to run, completely ignoring the silver haired man waiting for him just around the corner, he barely managed to stop himself even when she came into view, clutching a limp arm.

She was panting, but aside from the injury on her arm she seemed unharmed. Blood was spattered on her white shirt, (she had torn the blazer so she could wrap Tseng's wound earlier and left the remains of it on the spot) and it was quite apparent to the raven-haired man that it was not her own.

He sighed with relief, his hand reaching down to the cell phone at his waste. Elena got the hint, and before her phone could even ring, she had answered it.

"Tseng, I—"

"Shh," he whispered. "He knows I'm here, but not you. That may be an asset to us, so keep your voice down."

"Oh, right…I wanted to say that the ventilation shafts were easy enough to get through—you were right. The only problem was that when I got out, there were two guys at the door…One of them got me before I could draw my gun, but they're both down, now. This way is clear."

"Good job…for a rookie. Have you seen Reno or Rude? The president?"

She shook her head in the distance, only to raise her gaze a moment later and point behind Tseng. "Wait…behind you."

"Thanks," he said quickly, snapping his phone closed and turning on his heels to face the three. The movement was slow; it appeared that there was a problem with Rufus Shinra's Wheelchair. From what Tseng could see, Rude had a gun that looked too small for him clutched in his right hand, Reno walking behind their handicapped boss.

When in hearing range, Tseng, anger obvious in his voice, hissed, "What took you so long?"

"Hey, calm down. We ran into some difficulties, okay? The elevators weren't working so we had to carry him," Reno said, jerking his head towards Rufus.

Rude said nothing, though it was obvious that Reno had nothing to do with carrying the man and his wheelchair down the stairs.

"Why didn't you inform me?" Tseng asked, his anger still evident.

Reno rolled his eyes. "What, you want me to tell you the next time I have to take a piss, too? I didn't think it was going to be that big of a deal."

"Reno, I am not in the mood. Keep your smart-ass thoughts to yourself and concentrate. This is serious. We don't have time for you to screw around."

"Alright, alright. So what are we doing, now?"

The redhead sighed, his eyes focused in a far corner as he waited rather impatiently for Tseng to make up his mind. It didn't take long.

"We need a decoy. You're going to cause a distraction for us."

"What?" Reno said, his blue-green eyes immediately shooting to scan Tseng's face. "But that's not fair! I just got back from that mission to Wutai—look, my nose is still broken and—"

"Are you refusing a command from your superior?" Tseng said, interrupting the smaller redhead before he could give further protest.

"No, but…"

"Then shut up and think of how you can make your extremely annoying self useful; distract our guest until we can get Mr. Shinra out!" He scoffed, "And I don't see how a broken nose is going to hinder you."

Reno scowled, raking his fingers gently over his nose. "It hurts, that's all," He complained, poking slightly at the band-aid plastered atop the bridge of his nose. No one was really sure why it was there—whether it was actually helping his nose or if it was just Reno being Reno. He stepped away from the group, sighing as he slipped his gaze past the corner in the hallway.

The redhead spotted, dimly, the silver-haired figure bent on keeping them in the building. The figure's back was turned and he looked to be busy with something. With what though, Reno couldn't tell.

Reno turned back around to face the group, Tseng, more in particular. "No problem. What's he using?"

"Nothing much. It's only a small handgun. Unless he has refills, he should be about out of bullets," the leader commented.

"Gotcha. Later," Reno said, before drawing his electro-mag rod from its holder in his belt and disappearing around the corner. The sound of bullets firing was heard, but no one in the group looked. They were already halfway to their destination.

"Reno!" Elena called as soon the rest of the group was safe across the hall. "Can you get out?"

"N-not right now!" Came the strangled reply. " Just get the president outta here and leave this to me!"

"Meet us in the mountains!" She called. She knew Reno would understand; would know to meet them at the Healin Lodge.

If only she'd known what she was doing when she ran out the building after the rest of the group, maybe then she could have prevented the loss of one of her own…maybe she could have prevented losing him.

Yeah, fun. I hate you, Kyu-Chan. If anyone blames me for this, it's all coming back to you—this is what you get for getting me hooked on FFVII! Which I do not own, mind you, though I would enjoy being infinitely rich…Bah, but I digress. If you read and enjoyed, please do leave a review. If not, I dunno what you should do. I'll update soon enough, maybe…