Heidegger sauntered towards President Shinra feeling extremely smug about himself. He was, quite frankly, the best of the best and he knew it. He was brilliant at his job and a great leader, but nothing was ever good enough for him, he thought, shooting an acrid, cleverly discreet glance towards the President. Heidegger should be president, not him.
President Heidegger. It's got such a great ring to it.
"How are the preparations going?" the President asked, his voice peppered with dissatisfaction already, jolting Heidegger from his thoughts of grandeur.
Heidegger let out a huge, bellowing laugh.
"Smoothly!" he boomed. "Very smoothly! I assigned the Turks to this."
A Turk known as Reeve stood to the side of the President's desk wearing a taut expression. What was his problem, Heidegger wondered?
"President!" Reeve gasped. "Are we really going to do this? Simply destroy a group with only a few members…?"
The President arched an eyebrow and let out a disappointed sigh.
"What's the problem, Reeve? You want out?" President Shinra asked as he gathered up some papers, stood up and slowly walked from behind his enormous desk.
Reeve cleared his throat and shuffled on his feet.
"But, as head of the Urban Development Department, I have been involved in the building and running of Midgar. That's why…"
"Reeve," interrupted Heidegger, "you should flush those personal problems in the morning!"
If there was one thing Heidegger hated more than anything, it was people being too sensitive. Who even cared about the slums and its people? They were nothing but sewer monsters with no prospects, no money and no morals. They ought to be thankful that someone was taking pity on them and ending their worthless lives.
"The Mayor's against this anyway…" Reeve continued.
"Mayor?" Heidegger jeered as he turned his back and began a slow walk back to the front door. "He just sits in this building all day feeding his face! You still call that a Mayor?"
He swiveled on the spot and saluted the President.
"Now if you'll excuse me sir!" he bellowed, laughing as he walked out of the room.
Reeve was furious! He hated that hairy-faced fat bastard! Always mocking, always yelling, always being rude to everybody; and that bloody horse laugh of his was enough to drive anybody to jump off the top of the plate!
He got the idea in his head that Heidegger fancied being the President himself. It was so obvious. Like that was ever going to happen. That new girl Elena would have more of a chance than him!
Reeve rushed after Heidegger, fists flailing.
"You're tired," the President called after him. "Why don't you take a couple of days off and go somewhere?"
Reeve ignored him. President Shinra did not believe in sympathy and was just afraid that he, Reeve, would quake under the pressure and ruin everything.
He went to walk off, but the President divulged his catastrophic plans to him regardless.
"We'll destroy Sector 7 and report that AVALANCHE did it. Then we'll send in the rescue operation care of Shinra…" He laughed deliciously. "This is perfect."
To be continued…