Reno thought himself to be a very clever Turk; one that could figure out every detail from the most minute of things.
So when Tseng handed him a stack of papers, mentioning that among them was a briefing for a mission, Reno didn't bother to ask for any other information pertaining to it.
Thus, he soon found himself mulling over the hidden meanings of a picture.
It wasn't something all that fancy, looking to be from old security feeds from before Meteor destroyed Midgar.
All it showed was what he assumed to be a prostitute standing in Don Corneo's mansion.
At first, Reno thought that perhaps it had something to do with Corneo. But, no. If that were the case, the image would probably have had him in it, or he would have received something casually mentioning him.
After a few moments, he decided that he was supposed to pose as a lady of the night to for some information gathering.
Or at least a person of the night. He wasn't sure how well he could pull off being a woman.
Why Tseng had used this image to relay that, he had no idea.
Snorting to himself, Reno carefully tucked the image away and started planning.
Though, he couldn't help but wonder why the woman in the picture, with somewhat spiky blonde hair pulled into pig-tails and wearing a purple dress, looked so familiar to him.
One week later...
It had been a good week for Tseng. A very good week. Plans had been laid out and, today, were going to come to fruition.
After years of being unable to get Cloud Strife to work for Neo-Shinra, Rufus had passed the task onto him, and he had finally found something that would... persuade him.
Blackmail.
He had stumbled upon it by chance, really, going through old Shinra documents and security feeds that had survived the destruction of Midgar.
An image of Cloud, dressed in drag, standing in what had once been Don Corneo's mansion.
He was one-hundred-percent certain that the blond would rather not have that get passed around.
Or put out onto the net.
Grinning to himself, Tseng pulled open a desk drawer, searching through sifting through various folders for the image.
Pulling the contents out of one of the folders, his grin slowly faded into a frown.
The picture wasn't in the folder.
Instead was...
The briefing he had supposedly given to Reno a week ago.
Suddenly, Tseng was all too well aware of why Reno had been practicing putting on make-up the other day.
