"One beer," the patron ordered leaving a trail of coins atop the bar. Looking up from his order, the red head smirked as the bar maid sucked in a breath. Glowing green eyes were uncommon in Edge especially since Sephiroth was killed by Avalanche.
Genesis slipped a book from his coat and waited out the woman's muffled conversation on the phone. Dark garnet colored eyes followed his movements as another member of their group slipped into bar from the back door.
The gunman. His sources told him all he needed to know about the walking corpse.
There was a shift of step and he smirked as he heard the door swing open. Strife, the little trooper who tripped upon his own mako had made himself into a hero almost deserving of his attention.
However, that did not forgive him is actions in killing Genesis' own rival. Sephiroth was supposed to be destroyed by the true hero of Gaia.
"Why are you here?" he heard, the woman whom served his drink demanded. Her eyes were marvelous in their fury. Almost worthy of the Goddess.
Smirking, Genesis dropped his book upon the bar. "To my sorrow, I have come for the man responsible for the murder of my greatest brother in arms."