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Euphoria
The sun had already set on Junon Harbor, leaving the view from Rufus' office inky black and empty. The last janitor had finished sweeping and emptying trash bins. He was about to turn off the lights in the hallway and lock the door to the offices, until he saw Rufus' silhouette in front of the window and thought better of it. Rufus knew the man was there. He waited, listening, curious as to what he would do. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly when the man left, leaving the lights on and door unlocked. It was what he expected. Nobody did anything without his permission. Most people were to afraid to even bother him.
That's all they are, a bother, Rufus thought. Between the idiots my father put on the board and the people they "serve," he smirked again; they're going to run this company into the ground. Such an inconvenience. He sat back down at his desk and poured himself a drink. He was at least satisfied with his control over the Turks. Between his own reputation and theirs, he was untouchable. Once my father is gone, it shouldn't be hard to clear out the opposition." He had been planning his moves for a long time. He wasn't content with his name alone; he wanted to run the company himself. With the recent terrorist attacks, it proved more than ever his father was no longer competent enough to be in charge. It was the perfect opportunity for a change in leadership. He hated the idea of relinquishing his role before he was dead. He's too damn greedy for that. He even had the audacity to tell me to be patient! When did anyone ever gain power by being patient? He finished his drink and set the glass down carefully. He heard footsteps, heavy on the carpet, like someone wearing boots.
"Reno," he said as the door barely opened.
"Sir," Reno said, waiting in the doorway.
"Why are you here? It's almost midnight now," Rufus said. "It must be important, you wouldn't bother me otherwise," he noted. Reno nodded once.
"An accident at headquarters-"Reno began, but Rufus interrupted him.
"You don't need to make it sound like a report, just tell me already."
"Sephiroth is back, and he took that alien thing Jenova with him. Slaughtered anyone who didn't get out fast enough."
"How did you know it was him?" Rufus asked casually, almost like he was inquiring about the time.
"He left his sword behind. In your father's back." This caught Rufus' full attention. Reno almost shivered at the look on his face. He came fully prepared to face anger, but that was far from it. He looked relieved. Happy. Like he had been waiting for this exact moment. When Rufus didn't respond, he continued. "There's a helicopter outside waiting to take you back to Midgar."
"Good. We need to get started right away."
When they finally reached the helicopter, Reno got in the co-pilot's seat. Rufus got in the back and sat down, facing towards the window. He watched the city shrink away as they took off, feeling more exhilarated than he could ever remember. Everything he had been planning was about to happen.
I'll have to remember to thank Sephiroth before I kill him.