I don't own the FF7 characters. This is also my first story, so comments and criticisms is welcome. And if it totally sucks, please let me know. It's going to jump from POV to POV, starting with Renos.

"Soooo, remind me...what's the point of this?" I mumbled while I rubbed my eyes before stretching slightly in my chair.

"Reno, I swear to god-" Elena started, but was cut off by Rufus holding up his hand and silencing her.

Looking down the table, he glared at me, but to my surprise his tone was calm, "For the sixth time today, we're holding interviews to hire a new member to the Turks."

I shook my head and crossed my arms as I leaned back in my chair. I scoffed, "Tck, yeah I got that after the third loser that walked in here, but why are we hiring a new Turk? What's wrong with us? I mean, four's the perfect number for the Turks."

"And is that's why your last mission turned into a failure that nearly killed you all?" Rufus shot back, his voice was bitter and he shifted his threatening gaze onto the pile of folders of the people we were interviewing. I rolled my eyes and watched him from the corner of them as he pressed the button to the intercom: "Karen, bring the next candidate in." I knew I was annoying him, but I really didn't care. The last thing I wanted to do was deal with some new guy coming in and thinking he owns the place. No to mention, the hiring process was boring as fuck.

"That? Please, that was a fluke... a one time thing. Like it will really ever happen again," I said looking up at the ceiling. "A fifth member will just cramp our style, yo."

"Reno..." I heard Rude warn.

But I kept going, "I mean look at the people we've interviewed so far: a momma's boy that still lives at home and thinks video games have prepared him for this job, an extremely butch woman that's more manly than all of us put together, and a douche bag."

"That "douche bag" is a former member of SOILDER, 2nd class I might add. He's our best candidate so far." Tseng curtly said, clearly irritated.

"Whatever, the guys a tool. If I have to work with that ass-"

"Reno. If you don't stop, I will make sure that the number of Turks stays at four." Rufus said harshly, giving me a "drop dead" look.

"See, now you get... oooooh, wait..." I quieted down as soon as I realized what he meant.

He stared at me for a few more seconds before turning back to intercom, pushing the button and spitting the words "Karen. Now." I wish I could say I felt bad for the next poor soul to walk in, now that the president was in a bad mood, but I honestly didn't.

"Still don't get it..." I mumbled under my breath, still staring at the ceiling

I heard the whole table sigh as the door opened and Karen escorted the new guy in, saying something about going to the table and handing their file to President Shinra.

I finally look down from the ceiling and made eye contact to a pair of green eyes and long legs making her way into the room. I couldn't stop the grin that started growing on my face, but now that bad feeling for upsetting the president started festering in the back of my head.

I was nervous, to say the least. This interview meant everything to me. Being a Turk was a dream of mine, one that I never thought I could get. But here I was. Ever sine the fall of Shinra, they've been trying to rebuild themselves. So far, they have a small company, it was started from basically nothing and thus, it made getting a job there a lot easier. Before, it was near impossible to become a Turk, but now, they're desperate and need people in a bad way.

So here I was, in the waiting room, along with the rest of the people in for the job. Seven, including myself, were left, three had already gone in. I sat in the corner by myself, biting my nails and shaking my left leg.

Since the interview going on right now felt like it was taking forever, I decided to take that time to go to the bathroom and fix myself up. I looked at myself in the mirror up and down. My black dress ended a few inches above my knees and had a sweetheart neckline. I chastised myself, realizing it was military inspired dress and that maybe it wasn't the best choice for an interview with a company that has had a recent bad military past. I signed and leaned into the mirror, trying to straighten up my brunette hair, pulling it up, then taking it down, then settling on pulling it up again for the end result. I looked at myself and sighed again, completely unsatisfied with how I looked. "Ugh...terrible..." I mumbled before leaving and returning to my seat in the waiting room.

A few more minutes went by before I heard my name called, and instantly I felt completely cold, a sort of bone chilling effect hit me hard. I hated interviews. They were my downfall, but I knew it was now or never, make or break. I got up, slowly, and followed the secretary as she opened the door and held it ajar for me.

"Go up to the table and give your file to the President, then have a seat, kay?" she said with a warm smile.

I looked inside and saw a dark room with such an intimidating atmosphere I could die. Inside said room, after a long walk, there was a lone chair in the middle and beyond that was table with five people sitting at it, all on one side, facing this chair. Great, a group interview. The middle I knew was the President, his blond hair and white suit was his signature look that anyone could notice, unless that is, you lived under a rock. The rest I could instantly tell were the Turks, hopefully my future co works. At the far right was a girl with short blond hair. She was seated beside a man with long black hair-who I could tell immediately was of Wutai ethnicity. On the left, beside the president was a bald black man with sunglasses and more ear piercings than me. And lastly, beside him was a man, staring at the ceiling, and all I could tell was that he had an unkempt suit and striking red hair.

I nodded and said thanks before proceeding in. As I started my walk in the redhead look down and look right at me. His mouth was slightly open and I could see on his face a look of confusion. I could understand why, I'm far from menacing looking. The people that I had encountered in the wait room also wanting this job were either muscular men muscular women. I was a girl in a dress and heels, most people get the first impression that I'm a frail little girl. It doesn't help that I look young for my age. People always pin me to be in my early twenties. His look of confusion turned into a smirk as he winked at me. I broke eye contact to hand my file to Mr. Shinra, trying to keep from blushing and to keep my mind focused.

"Hi, my names Annie Nick." I said, giving a sight smile and sticking my hand out for him to shake it.

"Please, sit down," He said with out looking up from the notepad he was writing on. He took my file and motioned to the chair. I winced a little, feeling awkward now, I slowly withdrew my hand.

I nodded, turned and sat down. I felt slightly vulnerable, all eyes were on me besides the presidents, and we were all waiting for him to begin. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair, swallowing hard, trying to get the lump out of my throat that had suddenly formed. The blond girl sat there looking at her nails, she seemed slightly agitated and the man beside her kept looking from the president to me; I tried my hardest not to look him directly in his eyes. The bald man sat with his arm crossed, I had no idea whether or not he was looking at me. For all I know, he could have been asleep with those sunglasses on. I looked down at my feet before finally looking up at the redhead. A smirk still played on his lips and I got a second look at him. He had goggles on his head and tattoos on his face. Or were they scars? I looked away quickly, begging in my head this would be over soon.

With out looking from my file, Mr. Shinra finally began the interview "There's nearly five years missing in your résumé, a gap. Why?" he said bluntly.

I was rather taken aback. I won't lie, it got me totally caught off guard; I figured a typical easy interview question would be first. Not only that, but it wasn't a real self esteem boost when right off the bat he points out a flaw in your résumé, something like that makes me feel inadequate and undesirable.

"Uh, well..." I was really lost. I rubbed the back of my neck thinking of how to reply. I felt discouraged and slightly embarrassed. I paused for a second to think how to put into words a brief period of my life I'd rather not discuss "Well, those five years I took a break from what I was doing to explore other life options. Um... then after the meteor fall I decided to get some more training-"

"Training where?" the man with long black hair asked.

"Wutai" I replied.

"May I?" he asked Mr. Shinra, pointing to my file.

The president slid it in front of him without taking his eyes off me and asked "What makes you better than the other people out there trying for this job?"

"Wait" the black haired man said, putting up his hand. "Your background is rather in depth. You trained in Wutai since you were 5?"

"Yes," I straightened up, thinking that maybe there was hope for me "I trained there for ten years till I was 15. Then for five years till I was 20, I studied around the world, learning various other fighting styles and cultures. Then the five years break, then two more years of fighting training in Wutai."

"That makes you 27, eh?" The red head said leaning forward on the table.

"Yeah." I said, nodding and smiling at him.

He let out a small laugh and said, "You don't look it." That smirk still played on his lips.

I felt my cheeks turn red; thank god it was dark in the room.

I heard the president clear is throat and throw a side glace down the table at the red head. "While your training is very extensive, there's nothing else, training only proves so much. Compared to the other interviewees, you job experience is weak. Well there is none, actually. Why should we choose you?" He said, finally looking up at me, directly in the eyes.

I opened my mouth to answer but was cut short by Mr. Red Head himself, "Ignore him, he's in a bad mood. What he really wants to know is why do you want to be a Turk, why do you think you can run with the big dogs."

The president let out an annoyed sighed then shook his head; I could see him biting his tongue. I sat for a second and thought. I dropped my shoulders and sighed, letting down my defenses and I finally said, "Honestly, I can sit here and brag about how great I am, make myself seem like the best thing to ever walk through those doors. But when it comes down to it, it doesn't matter; all I know is that I am a damn good fighter and a damn good worker. My whole life I worked hard and fought hard and to be a Turk is a dream of mine. I can honestly say I would be a perfect fit for this company and group. But, like I said, when it comes down to it, I can only say so much and it's up to you to take a chance with me so I can prove myself."

Silence. Red head was still smirking at me but now had a satisfied look on his face. The president stared at me before looking down at my file and saying "We'll let you know, thank you."

I was kinda taken aback, over so quickly? It took me a second before I found my voice to say thank you and to get up and leave.