Authors Note: Howdy everyone! Thanks for clicking on my new fic 'Crossing the Line'. This fic is pretty different from most of the other stories on ff.net so hopefully you'll like it. This is just the introduction so nothing much happens, sorry! Oh and please review after you've read this, but no flames! Thanks!

Disclaimer: I do not currently own Squaresoft, and so I can't claim the characters as by own…but one day they will be mine! HAHAHAHAHA! Sorry, on with the story…

Chapter 1

The man walked briskly down the corridor, his shoes echoing around the empty walls around him. He came to a halt in front of the elevator and pressed the button, then waited patiently before the doors slid open. Once he was safely inside, he straightened his black suit with his firm hands, although it looked like it had just been ironed a few minutes beforehand.

The elevator came to a stop and a soft ding signalled this was the correct floor. The doors slid open and he stepped out into a corridor that looked precisely like the one on the ground floor. The corridor was long and thin, sparsely decorated with one or two pictures. The walls were an ice white that sent a small shiver down the mans spine.

The man continued his walk down the corridor until he reached a black door, which looked out of place in this colourless room. Upon the door was a meaningless name but he realised this was the correct place. The man raised a hand and knocked on the door, the loud noise startling him in this silent place. He heard a voice from the other side, although he was unsure what was said but understood it as a command to enter. His hand gripped the metallic doorknob and pushed open the door.

As he stepped into the room he saw a man that he instantly recognised. He came to a halt and saluted him. "It is an honour to have the pleasure to meet you, General Caraway."

The General nodded his head before motioning towards a seat with his hand. The man sat down as Caraway took a seat on the opposite side of the desk.

"I am right to assume that you are Nida?" the General asked.

"Yes Sir."

"Good," Caraway said, pulling out a briefcase from below the desk. "In this briefcase are some confidential files that need to be delivered. You will go to Deling train station. At 0900 hours a contact will arrive on a train from Balamb. He will have a briefcase identical to this one. He will head straight for the toilets, where you will be able to switch the briefcase safely."

"Sir." Nida saluted.

"You may leave now," General Caraway said, in a voice that sounded more like an order.

Nida stood and saluted once again. He picked up the black briefcase from the desk and exited the room. Nida found himself retreating down the path he had just walked, the building as silent as it first was. Nida stepped into the elevator, as he waited to travel back down. He gripped the briefcase close to him, realising the importance of the documents that he carried. He glanced at his watch. 8:30. That meant he had 30 minutes to get to the subway. Caraway always left everything to the last minute to be sure that nothing could go wrong.

'But if something did go wrong…' Nida gulped. He realised that if he messed up now it could cost him his life.

The lift arrived at its destination and Nida stepped out to begin his journey to the subway. He pushed open the doors to the building to step out on the streets of Deling City. It was quiet at this time in the morning, unlike the manic streets of Deling during the day. Nida walked down the quiet streets towards the subway. From across the street Nida noticed a man following him. He quickened his pace, but this alerted the man following him that this must be who he had been sent to get. He broke into a run to chase after the panicking Nida.

Nida knew he had to get away, turning to see his attacker getting closer. Not looking forward he ran straight into another man waiting for him, knocking Nida to the floor. Footsteps from behind told him that the attacker had caught up with him. He felt himself being lifted to his feet before being shoved into an alley. The two men backed Nida against the wall. A scar along one of the men's face told Nida that these were serious people.

"Back off you two," a voice called from behind. Nida turned to see another man stood at the opening of the alleyway. The two men obeyed and Nida stepped further away from them. Nida noticed this new man looked nothing like the other two. His long brown hair fell from underneath a cowboy hat. He stepped closer to Nida.

"I think you've got something we want," he growled, looking at the briefcase.

"I can't give that to you," Nida whispered, his voice unable to produce any real sound.

"I think you can," the cowboy said, pulling a gun from beneath his jacket.

Nida realised now that he had no choice. He weakly passed over the briefcase, which was quickly snatched from his hands. The cowboy gave it to one of the other attackers. "Get out of here." The two men ran from the alleyway, leaving Nida stood leaning against the wall, his legs not supporting him anymore.

The cowboy turned to leave seeing Nida's pathetic stance. Just before the entrance of the alleyway, the cowboy turned to face Nida once more, raised his gun and fired a single shot that went blistering into the centre of his forehead. Nida's limp body fell to the floor, the crimson blood staining the wall behind him. The cowboy took one last look before running off, following the route took by his friends' moments before.

Authors Note: I'm sorry guys! This chapter is really bad and too short. Don't worry though Chapter 2 is on its way soon and hopefully that will be a lot better. Anyway, please review but don't be too harsh, I already know this chapter is rubbish.