It had been a astute observation.
Especially now with Shinra rebuilding from the ground up, The turks are in major use of all three. Weapons to "forcibly retire" those who oppose Shinra.
Reviewing papers to figure out if the president needs to personally sign and review, or just rubber stamp it.
Lastly, coffee. The Investigation Deivsion of Genaral Affiars was being overworked and streched thin.
Finally, a year and a half after the defeat of the Sephiroth trio, the president has signed off on the recriutment of new personnel for that department.
The training for this department is the most brutal in all of the Corp. Three weeks of intesive physical training, and skill learning. All parts of your body and mind are tested thoroughly. There is a nintey-eight precent washout rate.
Then you have two months of strict mentoring by an experienced employee. With even more training and exercises to do.
After that period your allowed to be sent on your first assignment. Depending on the assignments The washout rate is aroun eighty-five to nintey- seven percent.
Needless to say, only the best of the best from the cream of the crop with honors, make a living in this department.
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Unfortunatly, the second phase was waivered due to the amount of work coming in.
The lanky redhead undid his harness as soon as shot off the helicopter. He moved quickly, leaving only a red blur behind him. Entering the passenger area of the chopper he kneeled to a man... no a boy with wearing the same navy blue suit. His features belying his age maybe 17.
The side door was opened by a woman wearing a similar siut, slender with green eyes and short blonde hair. She observed the two men before her. Her eyes narrowed at the wound going across the youths midsection, innards barelly held inside the flesh shell. She was starlted out of her stare when another female about the same hieght with dark brown hair and light brown skin and eyes.
" Oh my god!.. OH MY GOD! hes gonna die! NO!!!"
The blonde nodded towards the red haired man. Then spoke, " Reno, Two turks walk into a bar, the third one shoots the bar's kneecaps while its distracted."
Reno lets out a small then looks down at the boy... no, now a man, in his arms. " I heard 'the third Turk hits the bar with a sap form behind."
The brunette's eye's widen in shock, " How could you!! HE'S DIeING!!! Elena help him!!"
Elena simply gives her a glare, those green eyes immediatly silencing the brunette.
Reno still looking at the boy, " Did you hear the one about the Turk and the doctor?"
Elena turned her attetion back at the dieng man then at Reno. " Are you saying Turks need doctors, Report to morale biulding exercises immediatly."
The brunette was beginning to weep to she was stopped by the voice of the flame haired man. " Why dont Turks need priests?"
The brunette stared in abject horror when the injured man began to gurgle blood from his mouth in an attempt to speak. He coughed then began with a voice barely containing the pain " ... becuase... on-only... other Turks... wil- wil- will... hear our.. con- con-... confessions." He then laid his head back down.
The brunette looked at the blonde. the blonde smiled and nodded her head. She turned completly towards the brown haired girl and putting a small sot hand on her shoulder spoke, " When is a Turk not a Turk?"
Elena dropped her hand and began to walk away. She was starteled seeing the red haired man jump down from inside the helicopter. She saw his hands were completly red form blood. On his face was a his charateristc cocky grin, but she saw sadness in his eyes.
" Come on, leave him for the others to pick up"
She was confused " But sir why 'others', we're here we can take him down to med lab, Sir"
The red stopped, turned around half way and inserted a cigerette between his lips, lighting a match it cast a glow on him, showing how his hands, and the filter of his cigerette matched his hair. He then turned his back on her, letting out a large lazy puff of smoke as he walked towards the stairs. " Becuase he ain't a Turk." He said with a calk he woud say about anyone else.
The rage rose in her, She turned tensing her muscles ready to pick up the young man and run him to med-lab, As she climbed into the helicopter she noticed his eyes were open, unmoving, and hollow. She turned and began to walk towards the staircase, tears running slowy from her eyes, before closing the stairwell door she softly mumbled. " Turks only look out for Turks."
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Well this was sad to write. Im not sure I even want to continue the idea I had for this story after re-reading it. We'll see.
Also, sorry for the errors. Usually my wife is my beta, and she is out of town.