Chapter 4- The Fugitive
Disclaimer-Story's mine, characters and places not mine.
Quistis was sitting in Squalls office, or her office, whichever way you put it. She was trying to cut the Seed budget with laying off the Seeds themselves.
"This damn calculator" Quistis screamed, letting the pressure finally take hold of her. "Squall, what the hell is your problem" she said to no one.
She wasn't feeling comfortable in his office, sitting in his chair, writing with his pen. She decided to take a break from her number crunching and get some coffee, but before she could get up from the chair, Cid walked in.
"I have bad news" he said, wondering why she looked so jumpy. "Squall has escaped" he continued, really not knowing what else to say, nor wanting to mention the three deaths.
Quistis dropped her pen in surprised. She didn't know what to say either, although she was secretly relieved that he wouldn't be court marshaled. She also knew why he was telling her like this.
"Your orders are to take Selphie, Zell, and Irvine to search for him" said Cid, exacting her fears. You are to search and destroy for reparations for his killings of three guards. I trust that you know not to let this information get out. That is all". And with that, Cid walked out of the office.
As soon as he left, Quistis received an email with her orders typed. The name of the operation was Fallen Soldier. What Quistis didn't know was that a Trepper, the new generation of her fanatic group, was watching in the shadows, and had a plan to sell his videotaped conversation to the nearest newspaper he could get to.
Meanwhile.
Squall had plenty of money, but knew that going into a hotel and sleeping would not be smart for a world famous fugitive. He quietly sneaked into the now abandoned Balamb train station and caught the early morning train to Timber. It was a cold, nark night, with the only lights coming from the trains. When he looked at the train clock for the time, he noticed a picture on the wall under it. It was a picture of Him and Rinoa, doing a railroad company poster: "Ride Balamb, and ride like them"
"That was another life" Rasha said, in his angry voice. This was the first time since the brig that "he" had spoken. "You know what to do with that sword. Pay Seifer a visit."
The Train had arrived in Timber, and immediately headed to the bar, where he knew Seifer would be. A soon as he walked into the dark, dusty old bar, he knew something was wrong. People began to look nervously at the television screen and back to him. The television showed a terrible picture of a guard's carcass being taken to an ambulance, and then a picture of Squalls I.D. card, with photo. Several armed men began jump out of their seats and attack Squall.
"You've got to be kidding me" said Squall, absolutely sure he can take on all of them.
The first man attacked, and Squall easily sideswiped him and swung his sword into his back. It cut through, and the guy dropped. Another man approached, and he was slain with one stab into his face. Squall had to kick the man in order to get his sword un-lodged from the man's skull.
"That's a boy" Rasha commented.
The next man came and was struck by what was more of a baseball swing then a sword swing. The man's head was immediately departed from the rest of his body. Squall decided to leave the bar, and searched elsewhere.
"That's my boy, you will be a killer after all" Rasha said. This was going to be extra sweet, he thought.
Disclaimer-Story's mine, characters and places not mine.
Quistis was sitting in Squalls office, or her office, whichever way you put it. She was trying to cut the Seed budget with laying off the Seeds themselves.
"This damn calculator" Quistis screamed, letting the pressure finally take hold of her. "Squall, what the hell is your problem" she said to no one.
She wasn't feeling comfortable in his office, sitting in his chair, writing with his pen. She decided to take a break from her number crunching and get some coffee, but before she could get up from the chair, Cid walked in.
"I have bad news" he said, wondering why she looked so jumpy. "Squall has escaped" he continued, really not knowing what else to say, nor wanting to mention the three deaths.
Quistis dropped her pen in surprised. She didn't know what to say either, although she was secretly relieved that he wouldn't be court marshaled. She also knew why he was telling her like this.
"Your orders are to take Selphie, Zell, and Irvine to search for him" said Cid, exacting her fears. You are to search and destroy for reparations for his killings of three guards. I trust that you know not to let this information get out. That is all". And with that, Cid walked out of the office.
As soon as he left, Quistis received an email with her orders typed. The name of the operation was Fallen Soldier. What Quistis didn't know was that a Trepper, the new generation of her fanatic group, was watching in the shadows, and had a plan to sell his videotaped conversation to the nearest newspaper he could get to.
Meanwhile.
Squall had plenty of money, but knew that going into a hotel and sleeping would not be smart for a world famous fugitive. He quietly sneaked into the now abandoned Balamb train station and caught the early morning train to Timber. It was a cold, nark night, with the only lights coming from the trains. When he looked at the train clock for the time, he noticed a picture on the wall under it. It was a picture of Him and Rinoa, doing a railroad company poster: "Ride Balamb, and ride like them"
"That was another life" Rasha said, in his angry voice. This was the first time since the brig that "he" had spoken. "You know what to do with that sword. Pay Seifer a visit."
The Train had arrived in Timber, and immediately headed to the bar, where he knew Seifer would be. A soon as he walked into the dark, dusty old bar, he knew something was wrong. People began to look nervously at the television screen and back to him. The television showed a terrible picture of a guard's carcass being taken to an ambulance, and then a picture of Squalls I.D. card, with photo. Several armed men began jump out of their seats and attack Squall.
"You've got to be kidding me" said Squall, absolutely sure he can take on all of them.
The first man attacked, and Squall easily sideswiped him and swung his sword into his back. It cut through, and the guy dropped. Another man approached, and he was slain with one stab into his face. Squall had to kick the man in order to get his sword un-lodged from the man's skull.
"That's a boy" Rasha commented.
The next man came and was struck by what was more of a baseball swing then a sword swing. The man's head was immediately departed from the rest of his body. Squall decided to leave the bar, and searched elsewhere.
"That's my boy, you will be a killer after all" Rasha said. This was going to be extra sweet, he thought.