Chapter 16: Adjustments

Chapter 16: Trent in a Towel

Lady Angel had her technicians work till morning making adjustments on the Angel Ray. By morning, they had finished.

"Lady Angel. The Angel Ray now has the ability to shoot wherever it pleases. Up, down, forward, right, left. Wherever. You can also wipe whole cities from the Planet. All you have to do is program the place into the computer." her head technician told her. "Wonderful!" she exclaimed.

"Also, instead of hours to charge, it takes 2 minutes." he told her.

"This is wonderful! I can't wait for a test shot!" Lady Angel hurried to Shinra HQ to inform her Turks.

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"Is everyone ready?" Cloud asked. The members of Avalanche grumbled in response. "Good." they headed into Midgar. "I want Tifa, Elena and Yuffie to go to Shinra HQ and see if you can find any important documents on Lady Angel, the Turks, or her 'Super Soldiers.' We need good info if we want to beat them." Cloud commanded. "The rest of us will pay a visit to the Angel Ray." he muttered. They all spilt up.

"Tifa. Seems like you know your way to Shinra HQ real well…" Elena murmured as they hurried there. "What's that supposed to mean Elena?" Tifa snapped.

"Nothing, nothing." Elena shut up. When they reached the HQ, they split up. Tifa took all floors 59 and above.

As she walked around, there was nothing of interest. The walked into a room. It had a couch, TV, recliner and various other comfortable things. She saw papers sprawled on the floor. She picked one up and realized it was documents of Avalanche. "So, they did a little researching on us." she muttered, gathering them up and putting them in her pack. She hurried down the hall.

"Nothing much here." Tifa sighed heavily in disappointment. It looked like a bedroom wing. She walked into one open room. It was nothing special, an unmade bed, clock, dresser with a mirror and closets. There was also another door which was closed. The walked around checking out stuff. She saw a paper on the bedside table. It read:

Trent,

Gemma and I have gone to check out the Angel Ray. Be back soon in case you need us.

--Lillith

Tifa gasped. This was Trent's room! Just as she was about to leave, the closed door opened and out stepped Trent, his hair wet and in only a towel. He did a double take when he saw Tifa.

"What a…surprise." he muttered, running a hand through his wet hair. Tifa couldn't keep her eyes off of him. He sure hadn't changed much since that night when he'd captured her.

"I was just about to leave." Tifa started for the door but his voice stopped her.

"Stay, I'm not gonna tell anyone." he smirked. He walked towards her and whispered in her ear,

"Plus, you've already seen what's under this towel."

"Maybe I should shut the door." Tifa gasped once she realized what she'd said. Trent's grin got wider.

"Maybe you should." he murmured, looking her up and down.

"No, no! This is wrong Trent! I'm supposed to be killing you!" Tifa exclaimed.

Trent sighed in slight annoyance.

"It's always what you're supposed to do. I was supposed to kill you and your friends a LONG time ago. But I didn't." he shrugged. Tifa couldn't argue there.

"And anyway, even if you hated my guts, you couldn't kill me or the other Turks if you tried." Trent smirked. Tifa glared at him.

"I do hate your guts, jerk." she muttered.

"Yes Tifa. You hate my guts enough to kill me right now." Trent yawned. Tifa knew she could've gotten Trent right then. But Trent Romasova in a towel was too much for her.

"Yep, you hate my guts so much you faked those orgasms when I screwed you." his mocking grin returned. Tifa blushed, remembering that night.

"Alright, alright. I don't hate your guts Trent." she sighed. She could never hide her feelings for him. Trent smiled in victory.

"And interesting situation we have here. You in my room, me in just a towel. You soon to be naked on my bed, screaming in ecstasy…" Trent trailed off.

"Oh no, no, no. I-I can't!" Tifa said. She realized how silly she must sound in front of him. Then she thought of something.

"But maybe I will----if you help Me." she smiled.

"Help you do what?" he asked.

"I need documents on you, the other Turks and Lady Angel. If you can get them to me…I just might be able to arrange that screaming in ecstasy thing." Tifa purred. Trent's smile broadened.

"62nd floor. First office to the right. Here's the key." he dug in a drawer and handed her a small silver key. Just then his phone rang. Tifa thanked the gods for a distraction. She just couldn't have sex right now, even if it would have been with a sexy, charming man like Trent. But do sexy, charming men murder their own family members? her conscience asked. Tifa's face paled. She'd forgotten about that. Deep down, she suspected Trent was just playing with her, pretending her liked her. While she pondered this, Trent hung up.

"Sorry to cut our little 'session' short love, but duty calls. Gotta see that fucking cannon." Trent walked over to a drawer, opened it and began throwing some clothes on the bed. "Better hurry up and get those files. Maybe, after you read them you might be something of a challenge." he called over his shoulder. Then he dropped his towel right in front of her. Tifa had to use every ounce of strength to get herself to leave Trent's bedroom.

Sorry for the lateness again. I'm really lazy. Anyhow, please review. I didn't like these chapters that much though.