Not a new story, just one I've reupped because I now know HOW to use the chapter guide!!! insert shamless dancing of sorts So here it is again, with a few modifications and the like... Ja na!

The elevator creaked as it slowly went up the five floors towards the top of the large building. Why the hell did elevators all have to make such a fucking noise, thought Reno irritably as he slouched against the wall. I mean, come on! The perfect announcement! Your elevator warns you about guests...may as well add : Here come the feared Turks, henchmen of the mighty Rufus ShinRa, and they're here to get the one thing your money won't ever be able to buy you back : your life.

The redhed almost laughed as his own stupid thoughts, but caught himself in time. Tseng wasn't one to shrug off his attempt at lightness at this point. There was one anal-retentive bitch and he did respect him! Reno had never seen the raven-haired Turk laugh in the four years he'd been training with him...Hell! Even his eyes didn't smile... Even Rude could crack a smile, given enough beer... He felt a slight nudge at his elbow and saw Elena wink at him. She had seen the almost-laugh and her eyes were twinkling; at least she wasn't as stick-in-the-ass as Tseng! Sometimes Reno thought that their leader was too serious about his job...how did he manage to cope with being a Turk without unwinding from time to time? Well, he had grown close to Elena in the last few months, and Reno could easily guess that it went beyond a "normal" work relationship.

Wow...Tseng had actually managed to show what was behind his mask. And wow...Elena had guessed that there was something behind that mask... But then again Elena, although a Turk and a damn good one at that, was also a woman, and women picked up on little details that men couldn't guess at.

Well...almost all of them..., grinned Reno to himself.

- You're smiling again...,whispered Elena.

- I'm always smiling...haven't noticed it yet? answered Reno, winking back.

- Quiet. Approching target, came Tseng's calm voice.

Reno grinned again, inwardly this time. Coming from anyone else, it could've been seen as a direct threat : stop flirting with my girl. But coming from Tseng, it was just a reminder of why they were there. Hell...the man was fucking emotionless!

But then again, it didn't pay to be emotional when you were the paied assassins of the ShinRa Company... Reno guessed that it was part and parcel of the job; you learnt to use fists, guns, the electro-mag rod that he particularly loved, and you kept your emotions hidden away. You couldn't be part of the Turks and cry for every person you killed or intimidated. If you did, you could as well go and sell flowers.

The elevator finally slowed, and the four Turks stiffened slightly. It was rare to see all four of them on the same job; usually Tseng and Elena would go and take care of gathering information, and would leave Reno and Rude to take care of the more muscular tasks. But in this particular case, Rufus had suggested that they go as a team. And when Rufus suggested something, they followed. After all, he was supposed to know.

Reno glanced briefly at his teammates; Elena and Tseng had their guns cocked and ready, and Rude was ajusting his trusty leather gloves, glancing over at Reno over his sunglasss. The redhead winked back and pressed the button on his electro-mag rod, releasing blue electricity.

The door opened, followed by a shower of bullets.

ooOOoo

Pressed to the side of the elevator, the four Turks waited calmly for the onslaught to finish. It wasn't the first time they'd been greeted like this, and all they had to do was wait until the enemy chargers were empty. It was just too easy.

- Looks like we were expected! shouted Reno over the noise of gunfire.

- What did you think? replied Rude, lifting an eyebrow.

Reno's laughter answered better than most words and echoed through the silence that suddenly fell. The chargers were empty.

In one swift movement, Tseng and Elena stepped out of the elevator and started to gun down the closest opponents, covering the other two as they flew into battle. Elena could see rapid shapes out of the corner of her eye, could see Rude hammering those fists into faces and chests, could see Reno laugh wildly as he jumped around and wielded his rod with all the grace of a dancer.

Elena had always admired the drive that they had when carrying out a mission. She knew it was why Tseng always took her with him. She knew that all Turk she was, she lacked the same drive to kill as her collegues. She was there to stop any escape, to intimidate with her presence and her title of Turk. She was there as back-up and as security, but as she calmly pumped bullets into the people in front of her, she had no qualms. It was her or them, and that left no room for questionning. This was a mission, and she was a Turk.

- First level secured. Elena and I will search the left wing for the target. Reno, Rude, search the right wing for any information that will prove his theft. Move out! called Tseng to the others.

- Righty-o, boss..., came Reno's voice from somewere nearby.

- We'll rendez-vous back at ShinRa.
- Righty-o boss.

And the four Turks separated, leaving a trail of bloodied bodies behind them.

TBC...but you know that, right?