Chapter 10: Dealing With the Goon Squad

Day: 6

Squall scowled. Hands tied behind his back, tied to a fold out chair that was secured to the storage room shelves with plastic wire. Angelo was tied to a rope to the same chair.

Currently, his supplies were being raided by none other than his three former schoolmates: the Disciplinary Committee. Seifer, Raijin, and Fujin. Raijin was currently stocking up on the food in the storage room while Fujin poured through the ammunitions. Seifer stood against the open door, arms crossed.

Impatiently, Squall let out a grumbling sigh.

"You say something, Leonhart?" Seifer snapped.

"No. But just hurry up," he grumbled.

Seifer hit him across the face with the checklist in his hand. "We'll continue at our own pace."

Squall rolled his eyes. Angelo growled at Seifer, who resumed his 'surveillance' of the current mission.

Raijin hoisted a box of food, nearly dropping it. He managed to catch it before it tumbled from his arms. And then he left to take it out to their ship.

"I thought you guys wouldn't stoop so low as to steal," Squall said absently.

Seifer approached, glaring at Squall and jabbing him repeatedly in the forehead as he spoke, "We're taking back what Balamb owes us."

"By stealing from me?" he raised an eyebrow.

"Just makes the deal sweeter."

He shook his head, looking away. "Whatever."

Fujin lifted one of the machine guns and fired it at the wall. Within seconds it jammed. "USELESS." She tossed it to the ground. The damage would come out of Squall's paycheck if he neglected to do a report.

"Dammit, Fujin! Warn me before you do that!" Seifer hissed, having covered his ears.

"UNDERSTOOD."

Raijin stumbled back in, another empty crate in his arms. "Hey boss—"

"It's captain!" Seifer growled, hitting him over the head.

"Oww! Don't hit me!"

"What, Raijin?" Seifer interrupted him for the second time.

"Should we steal his fuel too?"

He thought about it. "Yeah, let's leave him stranded."

"PRISONER," Fujin suggested.

"Yeah! We could take him away from getting help and drop him in the middle of the ocean!"

Seifer guffawed. "Sounds interesting. Can he little lion swim?" he taunted, resting his foot on Squall's tied hand. He leaned his elbow over his knee to glare him down.

"Moron, your breath stinks," Squall said bluntly.

In response, Seifer kicked him in the chest, knocking the air from his lungs. "Raijin! Fujin! Take him on board! I'd like to watch him drown nice and slow."

"ACKNOWLEDGED."

"Aye, Cap'n!"

Seifer left back to their ship. When Raijin and Fujin finished loading the supplies and ammunitions, they started on transporting Squall.

"We'll have to untie him," Raijin said, motioning that the chair wouldn't fit through the door.

Fujin checked his observations. "TROUBLESOME." Throwing a knife to Raijin so that he could cut the cord, she made to untie Angelo. He whined when she neared and barked in protest to her approaching. Backing away until the rope around his neck was taught. He shivered.

She smiled and said, "ADORABLE."

When she loosened the rope, he growled and jumped at her. She yelled in shock, trying to get him off as he snapped at her limbs.

Raijin looked up, jerking the knife with him. Cords now hung loosely around Squall. "What's wrong, Fujin?"

Squall stood and kicked him sharply in the knee. Raijin stumbled and fell against one of the shelving units.

Angelo yelped as Fujin jabbed her fingers sharply into his throat.

At the sound, Squall turned and kicked the chair into her. Once both goons were down, Squall cut the rope around his hands and moved Angelo out of the room, away from the perpetrators.

One by one, he threw the two out of his ship after dragging them to the exit. An angry and shocked Seifer rushed toward Squall who punched him in the face, sending him flat on his back.

As he closed the door, he waved and said, "Have a nice day." When the door closed, he took his gunblade and shot a circle around the large harpoon that was jammed into the wall. Kicking it in, he was free of the Disciplinary Committee. Good riddance too.

Walking back to the bridge, he sat comfortably in the chair. "You okay?" he asked Angelo who was now curled up at Squall's feet lethargically. He whined and bumped Squall's boot with his nose before resting again.

"Good," he nodded. "Now to get back on course."