So sorry for the late chapter. I didn't realize that time had flown so quickly. Here's the next chapter. Hope you all enjoy =)

Photographs of the newest victims were scattered on the whiteboard in front Cloud. He roughly ran his fingers through his hair. He wanted to scream and give up, but he knew he couldn't. Staying overnight in hopes of coming up with some sort of conclusion as to why this murderer do what he or she do, he was still in the same spot: square one. The pen that was once in his hand had now occupied a small corner in his office along with a small, red pad.

"Don't tell me you've been here all night"

A woman's soft, scolding voice rung in his ears. He turned around and accepted the coffee from the woman's hand. "You've caught me, Aeris."

She sighed. "I don't know what to do with you sometimes. Why don't you go home and get some sleep? I'll try to figure this out."

"This case belongs to me and Barrett."

"True, however, I wanna put this to rest as well and considering Barrett has taken the day off, I'm sure one person can't solve this matter."

There was no point in fighting the sweet-sounding brunette. Cloud sighed and got up from his seat. "Have it your way then. If you find out something, call me."

"I can't guarantee that, but we'll see." She shoved out her tongue.

He couldn't help but chuckle a little. Maybe some sleep would do him some good.

"Now I know I've told all of you to take a break, but we need to establish a few new rules."

Sephiroth's viscous-like voice was as heavy as his stare at the men and woman in front of him. A red-haired man with a metal pole in his hand, a man with long raven hair, and a woman with short raven hair all stared at Sephiroth, patiently waited for his instructions.

"The deeds are done perfectly but they've attracted attention. Therefore, we must dispose the bodies."

"You mean like…dismember them?" The short-haired raven-haired woman question.

"Not necessarily, Yuffie, but we need to make the bodies disappear."

"The feds have never caught us before so why worry about it?" The redhead questioned as he threw his feet on the table.

"Weren't you listening to what I just said, Reno?" Sephiroth glared.

"Yeah, but none of us has ever been caught." Reno shot back. "So what's the big deal?"

"Sephiroth has a point." Vincent spoke up, hoping to shut the red-haired man up. Out of the small, malicious group, Reno worked on Vincent's nerves the most. Reno is a damn good killer; Vincent will give him that, but at times, the young man was too much for the Vincent's mellow character. "We'll attract too much attention, especially since all of our marks are outside of Midgar."

"Technically speaking, attention will always be drawn." Yuffie piped in. "I mean, just think about it: murders randomly happening in Midgar now suddenly moved over to other areas such as Rocket Town, Nibelheim, and Costa dol Sol. The police departments in each of those areas will automatically get suspicious. "

"Yuffie and Vincent have valid points." Sephiroth stood up from his chair and glanced out of the window that was behind him and turned towards the other occupants of the small room. "We have to make it seem like these people went missing. It's the only way we can make these murders happen without drawing attention."

"Not to mention we shouldn't kill our target as soon as we get to the area. Common sense isn't that common but there are some people that still have all their marbles."

"I wish one of those people were you, Reno."

Reno glared at Yuffie and she shoved her tongue out at the semi-ignorant man.

"Okay you two. Shut the hell up." Sephiroth scolded. "To make a long meeting short, relocate to your assigned areas, blend in well, learn you target's movements, and whatever you do, dispose the body. This shouldn't be a difficult task considering your kills are executed perfectly. An extra step won't kill you."

With Sephiroth's meeting dismissed, the trio left Sephiroth's office.

"Where are you two stationed?" Reno asked as the three were walking towards their cars.

"Nibelheim, a little quiet town. We have to be extremely careful there." Yuffie replied. "What about you?"

"Costa dol Sol. A resting place where every killer goes to. I heard they have some amazing strip clubs there."

"Reno, don't lose focus."

"Calm your tits, woman. I won't. I mean, I figured I'm gonna be there for a while hell, I might as well enjoy the scene. I may stay there permanently."

Yuffie rolled her eyes as the redhead got inside of his car, turned the ignition on, and drove off. "If we ever fall, it'll be because of him."

"Not likely." Vincent replied.

Yuffie sighed. "So, have you gotten in contact with the realtor in Nibelheim?"

"Yes. Apparently there's a huge house that's located there that has been abandoned for years but it's still in good shape. It's the only house there that's available, but we would have to buy it."

"How big we're talking?"

"Six bedrooms, two baths, two study rooms, a living room, a dining room, and a finished basement."

"Not bad." Yuffie yawned as she got in her car. "Be ready to hit the road at dawn tomorrow with your life packed. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Vincent nodded and got inside of his car as well.

"Tyler, is there something you need to tell me?"

Tifa observed the young teenager that was sitting in front of him. It had been his fifth time being in her office this week. The teenager is a smart, bright young man, but Tifa suspects that there have been family issues at home. The young man wasn't simply himself at school or at the youth center.

"There's nothing to discuss, Ms. Lockhart."

"Are you sure?" Tifa isn't the type to press an issue unless it was necessary. Seeing the young blonde suffer and not seek help tore her heart. "Your classmates said you haven't been yourself, and I can see it. Your grades are declining, you don't show your handsome smile anymore, and you don't even play basketball when you're done with your homework here."

"Look Ms. Lockhart, I said I'm fine!"

Tifa was appalled that the young man snapped at her, but she didn't fall back. "You hear that anger inside of your voice? I hear it. Loud and clear. What caused that anger to be inside of you?"

The teen hesitated and bit his lips. He glanced at the clock to see the time. He knew this meeting would be over soon. He glanced at Tifa, who had a hopeful yet, patient expression on her face. He knew he could trust Tifa.

"I can't say much, Ms. Lockhart."

"Tell me what you can say then."

Tyler took a deep breath. "Ms. Lockhart, I just buried my mother this past Saturday." Tifa's gasped and surprised expression made Tyler stop in mid-sentence. Her concerned caused a tear to fall from his right eye. He quickly swiped away the tear and continued his story after swallowing away a large lump in his throat. "She committed suicide, and I'm having a hard time coping."

"How is your father holding up? Can you talk to him the same way you're talking to me?"

"Not really. He's going through a wave of depression and sorrow. My mother was his high school sweetheart, and for her to just give up on life like that…" He struggled to keep his sniffles under control. "It's so wrong. It's just so wrong, Ms. Lockhart."

Tifa's heart dropped at the sight of Tyler's despair. She got out of her chair and rushed over to him and gave him and hug. She withdrew and wrote her name and phone number down on a piece of a paper and gave it to Tyler. "I want you to call me whenever you feel like talking. I'll help you as much as I can. I know I can't really help, but the least I can do is listen."

Tyler sniffled. "Thanks, Ms. Lockhart. Sorry for being mean to you earlier." He glances at the clock. "I have to go home now and finish my homework. See you next week, Ms. Lockhart."

"You're not coming back for the rest of the week?"

"I just wanna deal with a least amount of people as possible for a few days."

Tifa nodded and waved for Tyler to leave her office. Tyler grabbed his backpack and left her office, feeling a little better, but the void in his heart was still there. Glancing at her watch, Tifa hurriedly grabbed her purse and keys and left the building in a rush. If she was late picking up her Papa, he would give her a good scolding.