Vincent woke up, feeling more human than he had in the past few years. Sleeping in a bed, he supposed, would do that to you. Picking himself out of bed he wandered to the bathroom and got ready for the day, quickly dressing after checking that his wound was mostly healed up. Seeing that his new PHS was ready, he turned it on and dialed the number he had memorized for Reeve. It rang until he got a voicemail for someone who was definitely not Reeve, judging by the tone and pitch it may have been a young girl or woman.
He shrugged, it had been over three years since talking to Reeve, even more since he had everyone's phone numbers. He should have thought about the possibility that Reeve had changed his number but with all the new technology, he found himself overwhelmed most days.
Sitting on the corner of the bed he thought through the possible actions he could take. He could go speak to Tifa now that he knew where she was, but that would be dragging another person into something he should handle with as little inconvenience to others as possible. It was bad enough he had to ask Reeve to help him on this but gone were the days that he could break into the records office and just add a few files. The next option was to break into the WRO itself and see if he could find Reeve, this too would add a level of difficulty and a level of danger to others. He shook his head, why not just walk up to the front gate of the WRO complex and ask for Reeve, surely he would be able to speak to the man if he gave the guard his name.
Standing up he resolved himself to this course of action, he still remembered where the headquarters was but he would double check with the Innkeeper on the way out. Gathering his belongings in his duffel he checked out of the Inn and confirmed the location of the WRO.
Walking into the sunlight he squinted and figured out the direction he needed to go. Heading out that way, he found himself assailed by an enormous amount of smells, sounds and sights. Wandering in the correct general direction but using side streets and alleys to stay away from the most rambunctious of areas he soon found himself in front of the WRO. It was bigger than he remembered, Barracks and office buildings all grouped together and one very impressive wall and gate in front of him.
He saw that the gate had an entryway just for visitors. He approached it and was immediately stopped by a young soldier who asked for his Identification and justification for entry. Vincent stopped and looked at the soldier, "I'm here to speak to Reeve," he said. The soldier looked him up and down, "Well good for you buddy, I still need your ID and the justification for entry." Vincent replied, "I don't have ID and as of right now that is the reason I need to speak to Reeve. My name is Vincent Valentine, could you please let Reeve know I am here to see him?" The soldier looked him up and down, "Who?" He replied. Vincent shook his head slightly, of course they wouldn't know him by name, he wished he still had his old fighting outfit, but it had unfortunately been destroyed over the past few years. He looked the solider up and down, he could easily get past him and to Reeve but hurting people who didn't deserve it no longer sat right with him.
He responded, "I need to speak to Reeve Tuesti, please call him and inform him that Vincent Valentine is here, he will know who I am." The solider shook his head, "Sir, I'm not bothering the head of the WRO just because some random person came up and said he needed to speak to him." Vincent sighed, thinking through his options, he decided to try to reason with the Soldier. "If you aren't willing to bother him, might I be allowed to use your phone to call him? I do not wish to be delayed any longer."
The soldier shook his head, "No, that's not going to be happening." He paused noticing the odd color of the eyes and bronze appendage, "in fact Sir, I'm going to have to ask you to leave if you do not have any ID on you. Please come back with that and I might be able to help you."
Vincent started to get frustrated, the looks at the eyes and arm had not gone without notice. He thought about what he might have done to handle this as a Turk, but quickly strayed from that thought as he had an idea that Reeve wouldn't take kindly to him abusing the Solider. He finally decided that if they gate guard wouldn't help him, he would have to find his own way in. "Understandable, I will be back later then. "
The soldier nodded, visibly relieved that the strange man was leaving, even five years after Meteor they still had some weirdos who came to the gate and wanted access without reason. He logged the event and went back to standing his post.
Vincent walked along the wall until he was out of view of the gate. Looking around briefly he found a spot that the cameras had a brief delay on overlapping. A quick glance around and with a quick jump he found himself on the wall, scouting out where he needed to go from there he jumped out and down to a rooftop. Thankfully, landing without a noise and slipping down quickly he sat crouched next to a door on the backside of a building. Waiting for sounds of detection, and hearing none, he turned his attention to his surroundings. He was in a small alley, the backsides of Barracks, a chow hall and an armory from the sounds of it.
He stayed crouched thinking of the path of least resistance for him, duffel still on his back, he had an idea. Slipping inside one of the barracks, he looked for some kind of base map or directory. Finding one and looking up where the Uniform Depot was, he slipped the directory into his bag and began making his way there. Walking with a purpose and sticking to the less populated areas he was able to make it over, slipping in the door he began searching for a uniform that would fit. Finding a Lieutenants uniform that fit well he slipped his old clothes off and popped on the new ones, thanking his stars that the uniform hadn't changed since The Omega Incident. Now disguised as a Lieutenant, he walked out and carrying his duffel, headed towards the building that Reeve worked out of.
Finding himself in front of the building, he walked in, the lack of key cards for entry made him think that the WRO had started to get a little too cocky on security. Then again, most people couldn't jump onto a thirty foot wall and over the mines that lined the first twenty feet of the inside of the wall. Vincent immediately regretted that thought, as he saw only the first floor was un-badged access, the rest required a key card of some sort. Looking around he spotted a help desk of sorts, a few WRO members milling about and of all things a wall of pictures from the various events the WRO had helped with over the years. Looking at the soldiers showed that the keycards were clipped on to the front left lapel of the uniform, making his way through the crowd he found a few middle rank individuals who he might be able to borrow the keycard from. He made a quick bump and grab on the one that seemed the most inattentive, clipping the keycard onto his own lapel he quickly made his way over to the elevator nearest to him. Swiping the badge and stepping in, he made his way to the highest floor the badge allowed, Reeve was located only a floor above thankfully. Stepping off the elevator into what would have looked like any other office building if it wasn't for the uniforms, he quickly scanned around trying to see who might have the badge he needed. Unfortunately, he didn't spot any in his immediate area, so he began working his way through the hallways trying to find a way up to the next floor.
Wandering through the maze of hallways and doors, he found an empty conference room and decided to stop in there to try and figure out what to do next. He didn't know what the badge he needed looked like so stealing it would probably take no small amount of trial and error. Multiple badges going missing at the same time would tip just about anyone off to what he was doing. If he had Chaos, he could have just flown up, but that was no longer an option. So, that left him with the sub ceiling and finding a way up that was not badge dependent. The sub ceiling was a route for the movies and he doubted it would hold his weight in most spaces, so that left finding an emergency exit, or something else that he could trick his way through.
These were the times that Vincent always missed the past, back when he was a Turk this would have been much more simple. A lock pick set, patience and looking like he was supposed to be there got him into most places. Nowadays everywhere had badges, electronically controlled locks, eye readers, all sorts of technology that made getting in much more difficult than before. He shook his head, he needed to stay on task, making his way out of the conference room he walked until he found the emergency exit stairs. They had some kind of electronic alarming system but they were still always unlocked. He walked over, waiting for the moment that he could slip through and make a break for Reeve's office. With these doors being run off of two magnets staying together, he simply grabbed the two with his claw and held them together as he pushed the door open. The magnet shearing off the door easily and staying attached without raising the alarm. He quickly made his way in and closed the door behind him, staying out of view of the security cameras as best he could, he made his way to the next level. This door, he noticed had the alarm unit visible, looking it over quickly he found the batteries that powered the unit and pulled them out. Pulling out his lock pick set, he quickly unlocked the door and made his way in once it was quiet on the other side. Once in, he made his way to Reeve's office, the secretary greeting him with the typical. "Hello Sir, do you have a meeting with Mr. Tuesti?" He ignored her and simply opened the door to Reeve's office, closing it behind him in her face as she tried to stop him.
Reeve looked up from his lunch at the sound of the door opening and closing, swallowing his half chewed food down he made to chastise the person entering while he was trying to eat and promptly choked on the food he was trying to swallow. Vincent Valentine, a living and breathing Vincent at that, was standing in front of him holding the door shut as his secretary tried to get in.
A/N: So, here we go, finally Vincent made it up to Reeve. Please read and review, and if you would like to beta read this stuff send me a PM on here. I could use a Beta Reader! Hopefully you guys enjoy this!