A picture of a slim, dark-haired woman holding a young child in her arms. The child held up her hands as if trying to catch the wind that played with her long, black hair.

Tseng let the photograph slide from his hand and into the trashcan. Both the woman and her daughter had been smiling as if they had something to be happy about. If he could recall, that was the only picture that was ever taken of them. He hated himself for it. He had thought that they had both died that night. Tseng closed his eyes, thinking back to the words he had heard that day.

"I know you feel strongly about this, Tseng, but you're a Turk. You have to do your job." Vincent Valentine had said.

It wasn't allowed for the Turks to have families. It was in the contract they had signed when first becoming a Turk. Tseng couldn't tell anyone that he had a daughter. Technically Sara wasn't his wife, so he couldn't call her that. Still, it was close enough to the truth to scare. Despite everything, he had to be a Turk. He had to do his job that he was trained to do. Even if the orders weren't to his liking.

The orders were to shoot to kill a possible resistance informant that was reported living in Wutai.

"I was born there. Nothing more, Vincent." Tseng shook his head.

"Good. Take one other with you if need be."

Tseng had accepted the offer, even though every fiber of his being told him against it. He had taken Reno, a rookie at the time, hoping that some of Reno's basic rookie mistakes would somehow cause the mission to fail.

Of course, Tseng remembered, that night was the night Reno had chosen to make no mistakes. He had gotten to the target before him. The Turks had chased them all the way to Da-Chao. The only thing that had kept him from getting there first was Reno's overland speed. The red-headed Turk was a fast runner when he wanted to be. Upon hearing gunshots, his own speed increased as well, but his speed only got him there in time enough to see the target's body laying in their own blood.

Sara.....and his daughter Tanya....

He hadn't been the one to kill them, but he could have stopped it. He was a Turk, though. When you were a Turk, you couldn't quit just because of moral reasons or otherwise. That was why Turks weren't allowed to have any families. Relationships other than business were pretty much forbidden as well.

"What was that, Tseng?" Reno walked into the room, his hands stuffed in his pockets and hair in disarray as usual.

Tseng didn't want to breach the subject, so he changed it. "You're at work early. Did your last night fling kick you out of her house already?"

"Hey, now that's low." Reno smirked. "The only thing that woke me up this morning was a hangover from hell."

"Uh huh." Tseng eyed Reno for a moment. Sometimes he thought that the only thing that saved the young Turk from the mornings was a Heal materia, of which, Tseng could recall, that Reno had borrowed from in him the first place. He stood up from his desk, straightening his jacket before handing Reno a tan folder. "When Rude arrives, give this to him. You two have orders to guard one of the new reactors being built in Sector 5."

Reno took the folder. "Where will you be?"

"Doing my job."

Reno watched Tseng leave, sure that a scowl had been on his face. Yeah, he knew what Tseng's job was. While him and Rude were always working out on the field or guarding something, Tseng was usually stuck assisting Scarlet, Heidegger, or President Shinra in whatever matters needed attending to. If it was all the same to him, Reno would rather not have the desk job. Filing reports just wasn't his style. That's why Rude wrote most of them.

"I wonder how long before Rude decides to show up?" He looked at his watch. 7:30 AM. He was early! It was probably a good hour and a half before Rude would even bother to show up. Hell, he knew Tseng arrived early, but this was ridiculous!

That brought another thought to mind. What had the boss been looking at earlier, anyway?

Reno found himself reaching into the trashcan after the discarded photo. At first he didn't think much of it beside the fact that the woman in it was quite a looker. Strange that she seemed almost familiar. He racked his brain for the answer. Where had he seen this woman before?

Then it hit him. His rookie year he had gone on a mission to Wutai. That was it. That woman had been the target. If he remembered right, the little girl sitting beside the woman was there also, but he hadn't killed her. He had been forced to shoot her to get her out of the way. It was a stupid leg wound. He doubted that it could have killed her. But why would Tseng be looking at that picture?

Then Reno got an idea. He dug through his pocket until he found a picture of him, Rude, and Tseng together. He paired the picture of Tseng with that of the woman and girl's. Yeah, he could definitely see a resemblance. That girl had the same hair and facial features, though her's were a little softer. Damn. If only that girl had been a boy she could have been Tseng's twin. Was that girl a sister? A cousin? A daughter?

Who knew. Reno folded up the picture and shoved it into his back pocket. It might be fun seeing this mystery to the end.