Vincent was rummaging around in the liquor store, searching for new or overseen hints concerning the kidnapping and the murder. While his colleague looked around in the store, Cid leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette.

"Hey, Vincent, found anything?" the blonde man asked when his dark haired companion came walking out. Vincent shook his head no and sighed.

"I guess we'll have to wait until the kidnapper decides to call again…or until a new murder happens, maybe he'll leave behind another coin." Cid sighed and agreed on that.

"But Strife won't be too happy about that." The chain smoker then mumbled. "He really seems to care about that girl." Vincent let out a little sigh, too, and nodded.

"C'mon, Cid, let's get back to the police station. Maybe something new happened meanwhile." Cid nodded once more, and the two of them got into their car and drove off.

"It's time to give them a new coin." Tifas head came up when she heard the man's voice again; he didn't talk much, and the few things he said scared the brunette officer out of her mind. Meanwhile, Tifa was almost at the end of her rope. Tied to a wooden post all the time, blindfolded and gagged, she had no clue where she was and who had taken her to this place. The attacker seldom spoke to her; most of the time, he just sat there without making any noise beside his breathing, and slowly but sure Tifa came to the conclusion that she was in the hands of a madman.

"I'll be back soon." The kidnapper now spoke. All of a sudden, his hand touched Tifas cheek, and she flinched.

"Don't you try to run away from me. I would find you and take you back." With that, the man left, leaving Tifa alone with her fear and thoughts.

Meanwhile, Cid and Vincent sat in Clouds office, driving the poor inspector bonkers with their constant bickering. Unfortunately, Cloud couldn't escape by talking to Scott or William, since both were out to visit poor Logan who was in the hospital. Luckily, the phone suddenly rang, giving Cloud a reason to stop the two agents argument.

"Silence!" the inspector barked, causing Cid and Vincent to look at him shocked. Cloud didn't bother about them anymore, but picked up the receiver.

"Hello?" He talked for a while, scribbling an address on a piece of paper and finally hung up again.

"There was a new murder, this time in a tool store." He then informed the two FBI agents. "I'll go there and check it off. You two…do whatever you usually do." With that, Cloud left the stunned agents alone. As soon as the door had closed, Cid turned to Vincent and stated:

"He's an ass."

Cloud reached the scene of crime, entered the store – and backed off with a disgusted yelp. The floor was practically swimming from blood, and an ugly smell was in the air.

"Dear God!" Cloud called out, shuddering. He carefully jumped over the various sized blood puddles on the floor until he reached the murdered owner of the shop. A screwdriver had been rammed into his chest, deep enough to only let the handle be visible.

"Gross." Cloud muttered to himself. "Who could do such a thing? Who is strong enough to ram a screwdriver that deep into a man's chest?" Shuddering, Cloud bent over the corpse to check the corpse. His eye fell on an object that hung around the mans neck – it was a silver necklace with a coin attached to it. Quickly, Cloud put on a pair of latex gloves and opened the necklace's lock. He looked at the coin, discovering the word that was graved into it.

"WILL."

"Something will." Cloud muttered. "There's still a word or more missing…does that mean there will be more killings? And what can we do to prevent them?" Sighing, Cloud threw the coin into one of the little bags and put it into his pocket. He left the site of crime, unaware of the man who stood in the storage room and watched him.

Cid and Vincent studied the found coin anxious and made up various theories about the next word.

"Something will happen." Cid suggested, but Vincent shook his head.

"Something will awake." Cid just grunted and added another suggestion:

"Something will explode."

"Pyro." Vincent accused his friend, and Cid chuckled. Cloud didn't pay much attention to them; he sat on his desk, his head in his hands, and thought about Tifa and how he could safe her.