Author Notes: This is part four of fifteen.
Disclaimer: I, Strange and Intoxicating -rsa-, do not own, think I own, or will ever own Final Fantasy VII or its Compilations. Even if I did, this is not what I would be writing. Heh.
It was today, the day that Cid Highwind had looked forward to and dreaded since he was told that he wouldn't be he man flying into outer space. The townspeople were lined up to see the launch, the head of Shinra's Space Exploration stood next to the door, speaking in hushed tones and posing for pictures with Wallace. That was supposed to be him, shaking hands with Shinra's top dogs and getting ready to go off, gallivanting into the dark unknown. He knew better than anyone how to take care of the damn ship, how to make her move through the stars and the heavens. He knew every inch of her flawless steel and wires.
There was security, yeah, but they couldn't tell if Cid was supposed to be there or not thanks to his mechanic's clothing emblazoned with the Shinra logo. If anyone asked (which they wouldn't) he would tell them that he was checking up on the cooling system in the heart of the ship. No one would be the wiser. He would get onto the ship and launch into space before the others could even notice.
Too bad that Lazard knew his face.
Too bad Wallace did, too.
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