"Not much happening tonight," remarked Yen as he lit a ciggarette.
"Not much happening any night," said his friend Tao, who was sitting on a overturned box, wiping a cloth up and down his .9mm.
It was around 2 AM, and a cool night air was sweeping along the remains of Midgar. A year and a half after the crisis of meteor, no movement had been made to reconstruct Midgar. The entire city was in shambles, and instead of being a small slum city, the entire city was now a slum. It was comically referred to as Sector Zero now, and wreckage reigned. The Turks were the only form of government that ruled, and they had enhanced their crime ring to new heights with the death of Midgar. Now, anyone who lived in Midgar was answering to the Turks, and if you needed anything done, the Turks were who you talked to. Yen and Tao were two guards who watched the entrance to the Turks' main compound, the Dead Sled. It was referred to as the Dead Sled because it was, in fact, the remains of the ShinRa building, which, when struck by meteor's awesome force, had slid down into the slums, taking thousands of lives with it. The turks had made what they could of the building and moved in, setting up their massive crime ring. At the moment however, someone was sneaking onto the grounds, placing each of his steps carefully as not to alert the two guards to his presence.
"I'm gonna go take a piss. I'll be back in a minute," said Yen, flicking his finished ciggarette into some trash.
"Yeah," Tao remarked, still wiping blemishes off the barrel of his weapon.
The intruder dropped silently from a long piece of metal hanging overhead. He landed in the shadows and quickly backed himself up against a wall to stay hidden. "Alright Cloud, you can do this. Espionage hasn't been your scene in a pretty long while, but you can do this.", Cloud Strife thought to himself as he stay hidden in the shadows. He watched the man who was polishing his gun, thinking fast for some sort of way to get in through that door. The man pulled out a supressor for the gun and started to screw it on. "Perfect...", Cloud thought, starting to sneak out of the shadows.
He waited until the supressor for the gun was completely screwed on, then delivered a swift kick to the mans hand, sending the gun flying. The man reacted as any good security guard should, jumping up and throwing a punch into Cloud's face. Cloud bent backwards to lean out of the way, extended his hand backwards, caught the gun and brought it forward facing the man. Tao was frozen for fear for only a moment, but it was a moment long enough for Cloud to pull the trigger. His lifeless body fell onto the ground like a sack of bricks. Cloud wasted no time, grabbing his body and dragging it into the shadows he had hidden in moments ago. Cloud never enjoyed killing, but he never had any problems with it either, as long as it was done for what had to be done. And these men were worthless anyway, or so Cloud liked to think to put his mind at ease. The man's friend exited the entrance just as Cloud hid himself once again, and looked around alertly for his friend. He pulled a magnum out of his jacket pocket and started to look around.
"Tao? Tao are you ther--- hnngh!"
Cloud's stolen .9mm was shoved hard into the small of the man's back. He straightened almost immediately, but did not drop his gun.
Cloud cleared his throat, "Good. Now, toss the weapon. No! Don't set it down, toss it over there. By the boxes. Good. Now, hands behind your head. Take two steps forward, then turn around and face me."
The man did as he was told, and Cloud was greeted with a face not consumed by fear, but fueled with rage. He saw his friend's lifeless body and regarded Cloud with a hate unnamable. Cloud held the .9mm strong, hands trained, and lacking any trembling whatsoever.
"Keys. I want keys. Now." Cloud instructed. The man reached into his jacket slowly and pulled out a small keycard. It was clear and had the label "Sector Zero:Dead Sled". "Thanks," said Cloud simply, before bringing the .9mm round hard on the man's skull, dropping him as well. Cloud didn't bother to hide his body, he simply entered the entrance and began walking swiftly down the hallway. He felt a vibration in his pocket and ducked into a nearby sideroom to answer the phone. The Turks' Headquarters was nice, to say the least. It was all white, almost like a hospital in fashion, but with a much more business like atmosphere. Tile floors made it near impossible to not be heard on any approach. Cloud flipped open the PHS and held it to his ear.
"Not much happening any night," said his friend Tao, who was sitting on a overturned box, wiping a cloth up and down his .9mm.
It was around 2 AM, and a cool night air was sweeping along the remains of Midgar. A year and a half after the crisis of meteor, no movement had been made to reconstruct Midgar. The entire city was in shambles, and instead of being a small slum city, the entire city was now a slum. It was comically referred to as Sector Zero now, and wreckage reigned. The Turks were the only form of government that ruled, and they had enhanced their crime ring to new heights with the death of Midgar. Now, anyone who lived in Midgar was answering to the Turks, and if you needed anything done, the Turks were who you talked to. Yen and Tao were two guards who watched the entrance to the Turks' main compound, the Dead Sled. It was referred to as the Dead Sled because it was, in fact, the remains of the ShinRa building, which, when struck by meteor's awesome force, had slid down into the slums, taking thousands of lives with it. The turks had made what they could of the building and moved in, setting up their massive crime ring. At the moment however, someone was sneaking onto the grounds, placing each of his steps carefully as not to alert the two guards to his presence.
"I'm gonna go take a piss. I'll be back in a minute," said Yen, flicking his finished ciggarette into some trash.
"Yeah," Tao remarked, still wiping blemishes off the barrel of his weapon.
The intruder dropped silently from a long piece of metal hanging overhead. He landed in the shadows and quickly backed himself up against a wall to stay hidden. "Alright Cloud, you can do this. Espionage hasn't been your scene in a pretty long while, but you can do this.", Cloud Strife thought to himself as he stay hidden in the shadows. He watched the man who was polishing his gun, thinking fast for some sort of way to get in through that door. The man pulled out a supressor for the gun and started to screw it on. "Perfect...", Cloud thought, starting to sneak out of the shadows.
He waited until the supressor for the gun was completely screwed on, then delivered a swift kick to the mans hand, sending the gun flying. The man reacted as any good security guard should, jumping up and throwing a punch into Cloud's face. Cloud bent backwards to lean out of the way, extended his hand backwards, caught the gun and brought it forward facing the man. Tao was frozen for fear for only a moment, but it was a moment long enough for Cloud to pull the trigger. His lifeless body fell onto the ground like a sack of bricks. Cloud wasted no time, grabbing his body and dragging it into the shadows he had hidden in moments ago. Cloud never enjoyed killing, but he never had any problems with it either, as long as it was done for what had to be done. And these men were worthless anyway, or so Cloud liked to think to put his mind at ease. The man's friend exited the entrance just as Cloud hid himself once again, and looked around alertly for his friend. He pulled a magnum out of his jacket pocket and started to look around.
"Tao? Tao are you ther--- hnngh!"
Cloud's stolen .9mm was shoved hard into the small of the man's back. He straightened almost immediately, but did not drop his gun.
Cloud cleared his throat, "Good. Now, toss the weapon. No! Don't set it down, toss it over there. By the boxes. Good. Now, hands behind your head. Take two steps forward, then turn around and face me."
The man did as he was told, and Cloud was greeted with a face not consumed by fear, but fueled with rage. He saw his friend's lifeless body and regarded Cloud with a hate unnamable. Cloud held the .9mm strong, hands trained, and lacking any trembling whatsoever.
"Keys. I want keys. Now." Cloud instructed. The man reached into his jacket slowly and pulled out a small keycard. It was clear and had the label "Sector Zero:Dead Sled". "Thanks," said Cloud simply, before bringing the .9mm round hard on the man's skull, dropping him as well. Cloud didn't bother to hide his body, he simply entered the entrance and began walking swiftly down the hallway. He felt a vibration in his pocket and ducked into a nearby sideroom to answer the phone. The Turks' Headquarters was nice, to say the least. It was all white, almost like a hospital in fashion, but with a much more business like atmosphere. Tile floors made it near impossible to not be heard on any approach. Cloud flipped open the PHS and held it to his ear.