I said that I wasn't going to do a continuation for a while but Nando (My Beta. He's so cool.) read my idea and insisted I post it. I've just started college so I'll be pretty busy. Fanfiction comes in third to my studies and then my job so there probably won't be a post every other day.

For those of you who didn't read the summary, this is a Rude/ Tifa fic with a bit of a twist. Tifa didn't join AVALANCHE. She joined the Turks in order to take the company out from the inside. Can't say much more without giving away the plot.

Disclaimer: Hmm, does anyone think I own FF7? If you do, send me a cookie and then please realize that I don't own FF7. But the cookie will be a nice thought.

All For Revenge

Chapter 1: Infiltration

Tifa Lockheart had never been so nervous. Her right leg was shaking a little and her bottom lip was receiving endless torture from her teeth. But then again, who wouldn't be nervous in this situation?

She was sitting in front of Tseng's desk as he filtered through paperwork and checked his computer screen every few minute. Tseng, the leader of the Turks, which happened to be the organization that she was hoping to be a part of at the end of this 'interview'. He was checking her background history that every ShinRa employee had and that's why she was so nervous.

And when he suddenly did a quick double look at his computer and frowned she knew instinctively that he had found the one small but disastrous piece of information that she had hoped he wouldn't. Found the info that could make or break her reason for coming here. She was from the village of Nibelheim.

"Miss Lockheart, do you realize the reason we check personal files?" He didn't give her a chance to answer. "We have no wish to hire a person who might have a criminal record against the company of ShinRa. Nor do we wish to hire some one that might have a grudge against it."

Deciding not to play dumb, Tifa shook her head. "Sir, I was honestly hoping this wouldn't come up but I can tell you that ShinRa's involvement with Nibelheim meant nothing to me. I took their… apology and never spoke of it."

Tseng studied the young woman and she tried her best to look sincere. She couldn't show weakness to this man, too much was riding on this. She needed to control her emotions and not let him see that she was lying through her teeth. She usually wouldn't be so worried; after all, she was a very good liar that years of practice had molded her into. But he was one of the Turks and she knew that messing with them wasn't a good idea if one wasn't a masochist, or suicidal, or both.

In reality she hated ShinRa. She had hated them since Sephiroth had killed her father and burned down the town. And it had only intensified when a few days latter soldiers had shown up with a few people in suits. All of the survivors were given money for bribes and threats to keep their mouth shut about what had happened. And in a week the wreckage of Nibelheim looked as if nothing had ever occurred.

She had lived in the town for a year, angry about the cover-up. ShinRa had even sent people to act as if they had always lived there. They weren't just acting as part of the cover up though; they were enforcing it, spying on their neighbors. Everyone was too terrified of ShinRa to say anything and the one time Tifa had had spoken out against it (thankfully in the privacy of a neighbor home where it hadn't been overheard) she had been told that it was enough that they had gotten their home back and that she had better learn to keep quiet.

In another year she left. The money she still had left from her bribe and what she gained from selling her house paid for a one-way trip to Midgar and a small flat in Sector 7. She had one purpose and one purpose only: revenge. She was going to tear down ShinRa and make them pay for their sins.

Doing it from the inside sounded like the best way to go so she joined the military. She had also had the small hope that she would see Cloud but after another year her hopes had dwindled to nothing. But she worked hard and was promoted twice, which she was happy about. She couldn't do any damage as just a grunt. Problems didn't occur until a few months latter when she received a new commanding officer. He had ordered her to sleep with him and in response she took out a little over three years of anger on him by beating the lecherous bastard to a pulp.

She was lucky she had only been demoted and not killed, but then again, its not like the guy was going to admit he had just lost a hand-to-hand fight with a girl who had a lower rank than he did. She never got promoted again though and in a few more months she decided that the military was getting her nowhere fast and she needed to go in a different direction. What she needed was a position where she could get trust, where she could learn dirty secrets and use it to her favor. She needed to get high in the food chain quickly.

Then she had heard about a mission that Turks had pulled off.

It had been too perfect not to at least check up on.

And so here she was, in ShinRa Building floor 49 being interviewed by Tseng. It had been difficult at first. He had told her it took lots of training and someone with only a year and a half of military training just probably wouldn't be able to cut it. She insisted though and he agreed finally to give her a shot.

"I don't see any record of it being a problem," Tseng murmured as he scanned the computer. "Did this come up when you asked to join the military?"

"No sir," she replied honestly.

The man shook his head. "They'll take anybody."

"Sir," she said, "if you don't wish to hire me than just say so. I'm a soldier. I understand that the safety of the company and everyone in it is important."

Though she looked calm, the inside part of her was screaming in rage. Trust ShinRa not to hire a person because of something it had done!

Tseng seemed to consider a moment before nodding.

"Very well. I'll hire you as a Trainee. You'll need a lot of training during which you'll only be going on small missions with a more experienced Turk keeping an eye on you. Oh, and you'll need to move to the Plate." He had merely added this as an after thought but it struck Tifa the hardest.

"Sir?" she asked. "I'm not sure I could afford that." 'Not unless the Turks have the ability to stop needing food.'

Tseng chuckled. "I can see you didn't wish to join because of the money," he said and noticed her confused look. "The job is quite dangerous. It's only natural that it would pay well to compensate for that. But if you didn't join for the money, then why?"

"For… the challenge," she replied after a moment.

"Hmm. Alright. I'll get the transfer papers ready and you should be able to start in a day or two. Turn in your uniform, pack up your things from your apartment, and report here." He handed her a card that read 'Midgar Palace'. "It's just a standard apartment building but it should be fine. There was another guy that came from the slums, he lives there now."

"Sir, why do we need to live on the Plate?" she asked thinking of all the ShinRa workers that still needed to live in the slums.

"Quicker response time," he said simply. "You're dismissed."

Tifa nodded, stood, and left. Pressing the button to the elevator, she began her descent. A Turk. She'd never believed it would happen so quickly. Still, she didn't know if that man Tseng would remain suspicious and she was pretty much a grunt with a different name. She'd need to keep her nose clean, at least for a while.

It took a while to get back. Security for the Plate was tight, even for those leaving it. She thought briefly that she'd no doubt need to get a car. Unlike in the slums, trains weren't used much on the Plate. Just to get to the level below and back for people like her.

The train finally reached Sector 7 and she climbed out to make her way home. It wasn't much really. The place was nothing but a kitchen attached to a living room, and bathroom that could have grown scientific experiments if not for the hours and effort she put into cleaning it. She would have reported the rats living there but she had a feeling the landlord would just end up making her pay rent for them as well.

Stripping out of her military uniform, she stepped into the shower to wash up. Excitement was beginning to bubble up inside of her. This would be the last time she would have to use this crummy shower, the last time she would have to wear that uniform, and a way to take down ShinRa was finally coming into sight. All in all, things were begining to look up.

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Well? Short I know. I'll try to work on that. On the other hand, short chapters mean quicker posting time so I might just let it lie unless someone complains. I doubt that though.

Reviews would be nice. If you do so I'll send you a cookie (complementary of the people who were nice enough to think I actually owned something as cool as FF7).