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Right... It's not going to be long today. No Vincent, but it's a needed chapter.
Chapter 7
Sephiroth yawned as he slowly stirred. His head was filled with the scent of his garlic, chicken and tomato dish he was currently heating over the hob. The day had been long and the officer was exhausted.
He couldn't say he regretted it though. He'd gotten up early to go for breakfast with Vincent, who was still here, but looking more and more stressed every day. He had then spent a full day researching and piecing together what he knew of the Turks and the Tsviets and scientists.
He turned the gas off and pulled a bowl out to put his food into. Grabbing a glass of water, Sephiroth sat down and began to scribble notes down, glancing through the files in front of him.
Vincent Valentine was the leader of the Turks. The fact that he was amazing and perfect in so many ways did not need mentioning. He was a monster in disguise. A killer dressed as a butterfly. Cissnei was a close friend of his, and a colleague. Tseng was his right hand man to whom he was always speaking on the phone. Reno and Rude seemed to cover the dirty work.
He also had other who was in under cover positions. Shelke was one. She was working for a group called the Tsviets. Long hours of research had turned up that the Tsviets were a rival gang. They had similar goals but again, Sephiroth could not find out who their general clients were. From rumours and little tid-bits he'd found dotted through stray websites and forums, the Tsviets seemed to mostly be ex-detectives who had left due to their in-ability to control negative emotions. He'd read about how 'beautiful but deadly' Rosso was. He'd looked her file up in the police database. A similar process with Azul, minus the bit about beauty. Many internet based comments found the Tsviets to be heartless and terrifying. They had been compared to the Turks, though the general feeling seemed to be the Turks were preferred due to claims of them having a conscience.
Sephiroth was unsure what he believed. Their service records showed them to be mostly normal people until about 2 years into their detective jobs. They all then spent time in an unspecified Midgar health centre for varying times, though the least was Rosso who had spent just 7 weeks there. It was a long time for a previously healthy detective.
After these long periods of 'recovery', the ... patients seemed to experience a greater increase in their emotions. That or a greater inability to control them. There were records of incidents where they had physically attacked others, suspects as well as fellow detectives or police officers. They had all been dismissed eventually. They had mostly been returned to the health centre first though. Looking through it, Sephiroth felt uneasy.
He stood up and went to wash his dishes up, trying to quell the fear that a few years ago, his father had claimed to be working in a health centre and refused to tell him anything else. He wished deeply his mother was still alive. He often felt his father's strange moods could be halted by her presence... if only she'd wished to be here and hadn't taken her own life.
Sephiroth jumped when his house phone began to ring. He dried his hands and answered it.
"Hello?"
"Hi. I need to speak with Sephiroth Hojo. An officer in Midgar Police Force."
"Speaking. Who is it?"
"I need to meet up with you. I have information you will need if you plan on fairly following your investigation of Vincent Valentine."
"Who is this? How do you know about-?"
"It doesn't matter. My name is Shalua. I need to save my sister. You will help. It's only fair."
"What? Shalua? Ok..."
"I'll meet you in an hour in the coffee house by Summoner Park."
She hung up, and Sephiroth was left with his mouth wide open. It was late, and not many places were still open. He was fairly certain other shops closed before now. So why an empty coffee shop? Why near a park that was filled with bastards. It was raining. He really didn't want to go.
But the chance to learn more about Vincent... Sephiroth turned and grabbed his coat. It was a long way to Summoner Park.
All done for now. Just a short one, but I don't have much free time these days. Hope you enjoyed it :D
