A/N: Out next applicant is Freedom Rionach. Good luck.

Disclaimer: Reno: I'LL READ IT!!!

Me (rolling eyes): Oy...proceed.

Reno (channeling Cap'n Jack Sparrow): To sue AmazonTurk due to the content of her fanfictions would be completely idiotic and uncalled for considering that she is not a part to the party what owns the world of Final Fantasy VII. However, the plot, which is so intricately wooven together with that of her other fics, is fortuitous enough to belong to said strumpet...saavy?

Me (drooling): That...was HOT!!!

Reno (grinning): I aim to please, Love.

Me: I know who you're going to be for Halloween, Reno!

Reno: Only if you go as Elizabeth and permit me to pillage and plunder your bounty and your booty. Do we have an accord?

Me: I'd rather be Tia Dalma.

Reno: Oh yes...she is hotter.

Me: Then it's agreed! Let us drink rum and sing the Pirate Song!

Reno: Actually, let's get to the assassination before you become a victim yourself, saavy?

Me: Saavy.

"Where's Nate?" N.C. asked, struggling against Joel's grasp as he lead her down the hall. "I need to make sure he's all right."

"He's fine," Joel told her gruffly. "We questioned him and now he's in a safe place."

N.C. yanked her arms out of the large Turk's grasp. "Questioned him?" she shrieked. "I know how you Turks question people! Is he still alive?!"

Joel narrowed his smoky blue eyes at her. "Hey, we don't kill kids," he snarled, grabbing her arm again and pushing her into Tseng's office. "We used to, but..."

"Policies have changed," Tseng finished for him, staring over his steepled fingers at the girl before him. "Thank you, Joel."

Joel nodded and walked out the door, closing it behind him. N.C. turned to the Wutain behind the desk, eyeing her fellow kinsman. "You're brother is safe," he told her.

N.C.'s eyes snapped to his. "How did you know he's my brother?" she asked frantically.

"I'm not a stupid man, Nicole," he explained. "You two have a rap sheet a mile long. And you lied about your age. You're not eighteen."

"No," she said, hiding her almond shaped eyes behind her silver-streaked, black hair. "I'm seventeen."

"You've been on the streets selling drugs a long time," he said. "Though you are still a minor, with the offenses you have under your belt, you could be tried as an adult and put in prison for a very long time."

She stared at him in horror. "I can't go to jail!" she yelled. "Nate has no one but me! I have to take care of him!"

Tseng leaned forward and stared at her hard. "Perhaps you should have thought about that before selling illegal drugs and alcohol to children!" he snarled. Calming himself, he relaxed in his chair again. "Tell me, are you and Nate users as well as dealers?"

N.C. shook her head. "No, we just sold it so we could live," she said, holding her tears in check, worry for her little brother consuming her. She looked up at him. "Please, let me see Nate."

"He's fine, I promise you that," Tseng told her soothingly. He gestured to what appeared to be her juevenile rap sheet. "However, we still have this to deal with."

N.C. nodded. "I can't go to jail," she reiterated.

Tseng smirked. "If that is that case, I can make all of this go away," he said waving his hand over the file. N.C. looked at him in question. "You can either be incarcerated for the crimes you have been found guilty of...or you can become a member of the Turks."

"Excuse me?" N.C. asked, blinking.

"I've read through your information, N.C.," Tseng told her. "You would be a good applicant for the Turks. But it's your choice. You either do the jail time, away from Nate...or you accept a paying job, with insurance and housing provided for you and your brother, with the Turks."

N.C. stared at him in disbelief. "I'll take the job," she answered, as if this wasn't really a choice at all.

Tseng smirked. "Excellent."

N.C. stared at the door of the location Tseng had indicated to her. Her first target, her first assignment in the Turks, lay behind that door. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, the teenager kicked the door in with one of her long legs, sword drawn. A man walked in to see what the commotion was about and she recognized him from the picture Tseng had shown her. Without another thought, she slit his throat, leaving the body on the floor of the small apartment, his blood seeping into the green shag.

She left and closed the door, sheathing her blood soaked sword as a sleek, black car, the same one that had dropped her off a few blocks down, pulled up beside her. The window lowered and Tseng's face smirked at her. N.C. nodded, pushing her long silver-streaked black hair out of her eyes.

"Done...Sir," she said with a shaky smile, pleased with her work. Tseng nodded and gestured for her to get in. After strapping on her seat belt, she posed a question. "Why was he a target?"

Tseng simply put the car in gear and drove away. "Your new apartment has been set up and your brother is already there," he said, handing her a credit card. "Take this and buy whatever you need or want. Furniture, pictures, television, gaming consoles, whatever. Groceries have already been purchased and the pantry stocked."

N.C. took the card and stared at him in disbelief. "Thank you," she said. "Why are you being so nice?"

"Turks always take care of their own," he answered with a smile.

She smiled back. "You still haven't answered my question," she told him. "Why was he a target?"

Tseng's features darkened. "Because he fucked with one of mine," he answered lowly as the car continued on it's path.

Mission Report: Target eliminated by slitting the throat

Turk Assigned: Nicole "N.C." Solendir

Status: Rookie

Speciality: Sword fighting, martial arts, hacking, explosions, some firearms

Target: Art Koal, Threatened Senior Turk, Elena

Death by: Slit throat

Mission Successful

A/N: The moral of this story...don't fuck with Tseng's people.