Reno surveyed his inheritance with a mixture of disgust, confusion, and horror. Why in the hell did Tseng leave him a farm? And why was it called the Higglebottom farm? It had been bad enough when Tseng had been killed, not a mission, but in a hit and run. Except it hadn't been an accident, an ex-AVALANCHE member still held a serious grudge against the Turks, and had seen the perfect opportunity for revenge when they saw Tseng crossing the street on his way to a lunch date with Elena. The Turks had reacted just as viciously, and Reno doubted they would ever find all of the driver's body.

Reno didn't even know Tseng had him in his will...was this his dead boss' idea of a sick joke? Just because Reno's last name used to be MacDonald before he changed it to Sinclair? He couldn't even sell the place, thanks to the terms of the will. And Rufus had temporarily disbanded the Turks while things at Shinra Corp. were rearranged, so without a steady paycheck anymore, Reno hadn't wanted to dip into his meager savings to keep paying rent. And since he at least had some place to go, he gave notice to his landlord, and on his last day at his apartment, he was packed and ready to go in twenty minutes, because he wasn't big on possessions. Everything he owned fit easily in two suitcases, except for some weapons he never used, he just liked them as décor items at his place to reinforce his dangerous bad boy image with the women who kept coming and going.

"Oh, hi, Elena." Rude was surprised to open his door and find her standing there with a couple bags of takeout.

"I…I hope you don't mind me dropping by. I just…it's too weird not seeing you guys all the time at work." Elena said, embarrassed for not only showing up uninvited, but to see Rude in just a t-shirt and boxers. He looked like a regular guy, albeit a really hot one, but she wasn't used to not seeing him as the highly trained covert operative he really was.

"No, it's okay." Rude let her in, and hurried to his bedroom to get some clothes on. He was kind of glad she had stopped by, he had started getting horribly lazy with nothing to do for the last two weeks but sit on his ass watching TV while waiting for the phone to ring so he could get back in action. Elena's appearance might be a sign that it wouldn't be too much longer.

"Have you heard from Reno?" Elena asked as they ate.

"No, but he's probably just getting to the farm now." Rude replied.

Elena couldn't help but giggle at the thought of Reno as a farmer. Rude just stared at her, having never heard her giggle before. But there was an infectious quality to it, and he smiled at her, which made her blush. "How much do you want to bet that he doesn't make it a week?" Rude asked to let her regain her composure.

Elena slammed a twenty down on the counter. "I don't think he'll last til morning."

Reno felt stupid for just blindly assuming it would be a modern technologically friendly agribusiness, not a relic from the past. He didn't even see any power poles to the property. Unlocking the front door to the rundown house, he walked in and noticed dust everywhere. He found the bedrooms upstairs and put his two suitcases in one of them. Noticing that the window was boarded up, he went to go take them off, but when he grabbed the first board, he noticed spiders appearing all over the boards, and he hurriedly let go and backed up, right onto weakened floorboards. The next thing he knew, he was on his back and coughing up dust on the kitchen floor, back on the first floor. He just laid there for a few moments, not sure what else this death trap had in store him. As he watched more spiders dangle from the broke floorboards above him, he realized he was going to have to take drastic measures that he hadn't even enacted in any of the previous life or death situations he had been in. He was going to have to ask for help…but who? Eventually he decided who would be best, and stood up, taking his cellphone out.

"Hey, this is Reno…I um…I have a favor to ask. Can you get here as soon as possible? It's an emergency." He recited the address and then hung up. Now all the had to do was survive until morning when help arrived. He decided the safest thing to do would be to sleep in his car.

Reno wasn't happy when he was woken up by someone tapping on his window. It had taken a long time for him to fall asleep, unused to all the noises he kept hearing. And he always got really grouchy when he didn't get enough sleep, unless there was a woman involved. He rolled down the window. "What?" he snapped, unhappy with his lack of sleep and the crick in his neck.

"You tell me, you're the one who asked for help. What's the emergency?" Tifa asked.