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Disclaimer: Haven't I told you enough? One quick note: This is about the Turks. Vincent's in it too, as his Turk form, but it's supposed to be at the same time that Reno and the others are Turks. It also has my origianl character, Allitra as her past Turk form too. Get that? Good, now explain it to me... Elena slowly walked into the office. She knew she was late, but Reno would probably be much later. She moved slowly because of her hand. It was wrapped up in a bandage because she had sprained it rollerblading. 'I won't let it bother me though,' she thought to herself, 'I can't show a weakness...Especially in front of Tseng...' She opened the office door, only to find everyone there except for Reno and Allitra. With a sigh of relief, she sat down in her normal spot. "Glad you could join us Elena," Tseng said with a slight smile that made Elena blush. "We're just waiting for the last two," Vincnet said with a hint of annoyance. "............." Rude said, being his usual talkitive self. "As usual..." Reeve commented. Everyone knew that Reno was always late, and Allitra, being rather new to the Turks, still had her troubles finding certain places. As if on cue, an orange-haired girl ran into the room, panting. "Am I late?" she asked worridly. "Yes," Vincent frowned. Allitra made a face at him. "You're okay," Tseng said, trying to be sympathetic (as much as a Turk can anyway) to her being new, "Reno's not here yet." Allitra flopped down in a seat next to Elena, accidentally hitting her sprained arm. Elena let loose a howl of pain, then quickly bit her bottom lip. Allitra jumped up out of the chair, thinking she'd killed Elena or something. Then she noticed the bandage. "Oh, shit, I'm sorry El." "What happened?" Reeve asked Elena. "Rollerblading..." she squeaked. "Why didn't you tell us?" Allitra questioned, still sorry for hurting her friend. "I...I didn't want to look weak," she admitted. "How brave," Tseng said. Elena bit her lip again. Not from pain, but to keep from screeching for joy. Reno took that oppourtunity to stumble into the office, barely sober enough to walk, his clothes a mess as usual. "WWWWHHHAAZZZUUUPPP????!!!" Tseng sighed in frustration, as Reno grabbed a wall to keep from falling down. Eventually, with the other Turks' help, he made it to a seat. "Can we start now?" Vincent grumbled. They went into their routine morning meeting, discussing the day's jobs and assignments. "The Urban Development sector needs some vollunteers for a model," Reeve pointed out, "We need two, I guess. Artistic." Tseng rolled his eyes. He really didn't care how artistic the pair was, as long as it got Reeve out of the office. "Vincent and...Allitra. You two go with Reeve." Vincent looked at the oranged-haired girl, who, in turn, gave him a disgusted stare. The two had hit it off bad from the first day, and the had only grown farther apart since then. "But-" they started to protest. "I don't want to hear it," Tseng cut them off, "GO!!" Grumbling and quietly protesting, the two followed Reeve out of the office to the Urban Development floor. "Next we need two to check up on Sector 2." Reno lifted an eyebrow. "Up near that 7th Heaven place?" "Is that a bar?" Elena asked grumplily. Tseng needed an asprin. "Reno, you and Elena check up on that Sector." "All right!!" Reno jumped up and grabbed Elena's sprained arm to drag her. "YOU BASTARD!!!!!!" she screamed, and flung the other arm, fist first, into Reno's face. Reno fell to the floor. "What'd I do?" Elena stromed out of the room. Reno hopped up and ran after her. ".........?" Rude looked at Tseng, "What do we do?" "First," Tseng got up, "We get me some pain killer. Then, we report to Rufus." "What are we gonna do?" Allitra asked Reeve, as she tried to match his hasty stride, rather than walk next to Vincent, who trailed behind them. "We're going to make a scale acurate model of Midgar," Reeve replied, "But first I have to get something from my office. You two stay here." With that, he went into his office and shut the door behind him. Vincent leaned against the wall. He was in no hurry to start 'Arts and Crafts'. "This isn't why I became a Turk," he mumbled to himself. "Tough stuff," Allitra smirked. She was going to fully enjoy building this model, and not even Vin's sulky attitude was going to bring her down. Twenty minutes later, and Reeve didn't come out of his office. "Should we go on or something?" Allitra asked. Vincent didn't answer her, but stared cooly at the office door. Deciding that Reeve could be hurt or something, Allitra opened the door a crack. Vincent left his place at the wall to join her eavesdropping. They heard two voices. One was Reeve's, and the other had a distinct accent to it, which neither could place. "How is the investigation goiing?" Reeve asked. "Jus' fine boss," the other replied. "Good. Don't let your guard down." "How many times do I have to tell you--DON'T CALL ME JESUS!! I'M GONNA GET STRUCK BY LIGHTNING OR SOMETHING!!" "But ya do look like Je-" The accented voice quit abruptly, and Reeve started to walk out of the office. Vincent and Allitra stumbled to get out of the way, but only wound up falling in a heap on the floor. Reeve walked out and saw them toppled over each other. He raised an eyebrow curiously. "Have we forgotten the rule about employee relations?" If looks could've killed, both Vincent and Allitra would've been murderers. Elena walked in long strides in front of Reno, who had trouble walking normally, let alone fast and long. "El, what'd I do?" he half-whined. Elena didn't answer. The fact that he didn't know what he did only made her angrier. Once in Sector 2, Reno stopped trying to get a response out of his fellow Turk. He now turned his attention to the 7th Heaven Bar. Elena whirled around to finally give Reno a peice of her mind, but he had disappeared. She looked up and down the street, with no avail. Then she noticed the bar. Cursing Reno, she entered, and found him at the bar, chatting with the bartender, or rather trying to. She was ignoring him, and he was too drunk to notice. Rolling her eyes, she figured she may as well take a break too. She sat at the bar next to Reno. "What can I get you?" the bartender, a bubbly-looking brunette, asked Elena. "Just a water please." Elena sighed. Elena watched Reno dive into another drink. 'Heaven knows how many he had before he even came to work today,' Elena thought. The bartender handed her a glass of water. "Thanks. Nice place you got here." She smiled. "Thanks." Looking at Reno, she added, "I'm just glad that guy's got someone to help him outta here when he's done. I hate tossing out the drunks..." Both girls laughed. Reno looked at them groggily, not knowing what they were laughing at. "Yoooouu makin' funna my mama?!" he slurred. "Shut up Reno," Elena whacked him in the back of the head. "I'm Tifa," the bartender introduced herself. "What brings you guys to Sector 2? You don't look like the normal customers." "We're..." Elena knew she couldn't reveal her mission. "Just passing through." Just then, Reno jumped up, knocking his chair over in the process. The two girls stared blankly at him. "Elena! Quick!!" he yelled, "We gotta hiiiiiiiiiiide!!!!" he started to fall to the floor, and grabbed Elena's arm for support. Elena twitched. Then she again swung out her other arm. "STOP DOING THAT!!!!!!!!!!" Reno collapsed to a drunken mess on the bar floor. Tseng's headache was feeling much better since all the others left. Rude walked beside him as they headed toward's Rufus's office. He was about to knock on the door, when he heard voices. Interested, he stopped to listen. "What do you want to do today, Mr. Wiggles?" Rufus asked. Tseng knocked and quickly entered, hoping to catch a glimpse of what Rufus had been talking to. Rufus barely heard the knock before the two Turks burst in, and he didn't have time to hide Mr. Wiggles, his stuffed Chocobo. "Dammit!" Rufus roared, "You're supposed to wait until I say come in!" "Sorry, sir," Tseng said, making a mental note to publisize the Chocobo incident. "What do you want, anyways?" "We're here for our orders, sir," Rude said quietly. Rufus looked distractedly at one of his desk drawers. "I dunno...gather all the Turks and go explore the..........38th floor." The two left. Rufus imediately pulled Mr. Wiggles from teh desk drawer. "It's okay now...they're gone..." Tseng and Rude decided to get Reno and Elena first, since they were farther away. As they made their way down to Sector 2, they began to hear screaming. Tseng had an ominious feeling that thae screaming was coming from the Turks. He was right, As soon as the pair entered the 7th Heaven Bar, they could see all hell had broken loose. Elena was chasing Reno around the bar, followed closely by the bartender, both girls shouting obsenities at the drunken Turk, who was laughing and running as fast as he could with a hangover. "Elena!" Tseng shouted. Immediately, Elena skidded to a halt. "Hiya boss," she laughed nervously. Rude grabbed Reno by his collar. Elena turned to teh bartender. "it was nice to meet you Tifa." The group left the bar and went back to the ShinRa building. They loaded into teh elevator and zipped to the Urban Development Sector. A bit of yelling could be heard from that room as well. But when Tseng opened the door, he realized that it wasn't yelling-it wa laughing. Reeve and Allitra were laughing so hard that their faces were both flushed. Vincent looked ready to kill. then they all noticed the reason of Vincent's look and the others' laughter. Vincent had super-glued his hand to the table. After joining Reeve and Allitra in a round of laughter, they managed to unstick Vincent from the table. Then all six Turks marched to the 38th floor. No one was sure what happened on the 38th floor. Tseng was guessing that Rufus had pulled a number out of his ass and told them to explore it so he could be alone with Mr. Wiggles. 'But orders are orders,' he thought to himself. |
The Joys of Being a Turk
By: Karu Leonnese