Cloud's Night Out
Chapter 8: Insecurity
Cloud held the photograph of his next target in his hand tightly, disbelieving what he saw. The photo was of a young Wu-Tainese woman whom he had met and travelled with years ago. He did not think that they would meet again under such circumstances. Cloud quickly pocketed the photograph of her and snatched his martini from the dirty bar. He was sitting inside a small pub called the Eagle, that was full of strange sights and weird people. Most of the people inside seemed to know each other, as they spoke freely and loudly, pausing occasionally to swig their beer or smoke their cigarette.
Cloud was incognito for this little visit; he wore a black latex boob-tube and a red leather skirt, topped off with knee-high suede boots and large red streaks in his hair. He was practically unrecognisable to all that knew him, especially the target, whom he espied through the bottom of his beer glass. She had been in the corner with some old guy for a while now, laughing and giggling, eagerly awaiting for the moment he would ask her back to his hotel room and have his way with her. As Cloud watched on enviously, eager to have it off with someone before he snuck in for the kill, he suddenly realised that he could somehow incorporate sex into his mission. Which meant more money for him.
Cloud had successfully followed Yuffie Kiss-o-Rama (so she was called now) for the past week, and had found out much about her. She was currently on holiday at Junon, selling various items of junk that she had stolen from Midgar's unfortunate citizens. Every Saturday she would leave her little palace in Sector 7 and come to Junon. Unfortunately for her, this presented the perfect opportunity for Cloud to execute Vincent's plan. Vincent was Cloud's new boss, and had set him previous hits to complete. Tifa had been the most dramatic up until now, when he was called yet again to kill one of his former party members.
Once, Cloud had questioned the motives behind these hits, but Vincent had become angry when he did so. "Just do it, bitch!" he would scream, as he pushed Cloud's head down back where it belonged. Cloud had but no choice to obey, otherwise Vincent would kill Barret's lover, Cid! Cloud would not have cared but not for the fact that it would enrage Barret even more, Cloud's former pimp. Besides, Cid was always an innocent, caught up in a bad mess because of Barret. Cloud had experienced almost exactly the same fate, had he not escaped Midgar with Vincent.
Yuffie began to leave the pub with the old guy in tow, latched arm in arm. "How sweet." Thought Cloud; "nice to see what a loving person you have become, Kiss-o-Rama!"
Intel on the target estimated that she was worth at least a billion gil, as she had never been caught by the feds, and had amassed quite a fortune through her stealthy ways. Nobody had evaded her meddlesome plights, even Don Corneo woke up one morning to find all of his pricessless jewellery and golden sex toys gone overnight. Heidegger was still missing his silk wig from his last visit to Junon.
After chatting up some random drunk guy on the other side of the bar, Cloud now had a plan that he could work with. He had rented out a hotel room that sat opposite Yuffie's hotel and window. By staying in the hotel room, he could easily watch any of Yuffie's movements, and because she was such a slut, could peer through her window at any time of day and find her doing something unusual. The drunk hot guy would provide a wonderful alibi as Cloud took him up to his hotel room and endeavoured to have his wicked way with him. The drunkard had not yet realised Cloud's true sexual identity, but was certainly in for a shock when he stuck his hand up his skirt. As Cloud pressed his bosom down into the drunkard's face sexily, suffocating him a little, he pulled open the curtains so he could see into Yuffie's room. He then proceeded to take a silenced pistol from his underwear and with his mouth attached the scope, all the while the drunkard beneath his bosom, inhaling his scent. During the sexual encounter, as Cloud bounced up and down on top of the drunkard's limp body, he espied his target enter into the room, wearing nothing but a feather up her arse.
Now was the time; he had a clear shot, and the drunkard had no idea what was going on. So he raised the gun to Yuffie's head, peered through the scope and let off a shot as he faked an orgasm at the same time; silenced pistols were not so quiet that it would not have stirred him. The mission was complete; quickly, Cloud shot the old guy that Yuffie was with, too, just to prevent future complexities. He had successfully hit the old man's brain, killing him instantly and possibly painlessly.
"Yes, baby!" Cloud screamed, as the adrenaline surged through his body. He was going to have a fun night tonight… or so he thought!