Be My Guiding Light
Sorry for the last chapter being so short and boring, we all have weak chapters. That was it!
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Chapter 9
She sat almost silently in the small, lightly shaded, orange helicopter. The loud sound of the propellers spinning rapidly over-head, the vigorous thud as the vehicle slowly rose from the ground. She leant forward, resting her head in her hands as the chopper shuddered repeatedly upon take off – not bearing much flight though. She murmured as she heard – or felt – the last thud before the helicopter ran a smooth course. She could hear the loud sigh of relief coming from the pilot, which above all, made the current status somewhat easier – the fact the route for Junon would be a safe trip. She looked over to the pilot to the man sitting opposite her – who she didn't know. He wasn't anyone she'd seen in the Shinra HQ before, but his appearance seemed that of importance. Sleek black hair gelled back, dazzling sapphire eyes that were the highlight to his long face. A clean-cut black suit that lay under the open white coat. He was looking down at a large red folder, flicking slowly through the pages then pulling out a pair of half-moon spectacles, bringing the folder closer to him.
She sighed softly, careful not to disturb him, he seemed - and looked – busy, there was no use in interrupting his work. Bringing out a small handbag that nestled on top of the chair next to her, she slid out the small white report on her mission. She scratched her nose then opened the booklet, feeling a small wave of unease as she looked up and saw the other person looking at her.
"Oh, I'm sorry; I didn't mean to disturb your work." He said in a soft apologetic tone.
She smiled as he apologised, listening to his soft calm voice.
"You weren't disturbing anything; I was just going to do a double check on my journey to Junon."
"Yes, I heard that you were heading Junon way." He took of his glasses and placed them in his top pocket, carefully placing the file he had in a dark briefcase. Seeing Elena holding down a puzzled glaze he suddenly realised something. "Oh, how inconsiderate of me." He held out his hand to Elena. "I'm Professor Sirus Bennett."
She looked at his hand then took hold of it, shaking it softly. "I'm Elena Connley (made up)"
"Connley?" Elena nodded perplexedly. "I thought you seemed familiar."
Slowly, she took her hand back and stared at him – she'd never seen this person before in her life. It seemed outlandish at first, then realised something that would piece it all together.
"Do you know my sister?" she asked.
"Enya Connley?" Elena nodded. "She mentioned that she had a sister – a twin. I work with her or rather boss her around – even if she refuses to listen half the time."
"Sounds like her alright," she sighed, followed by a light-hearted snigger. "I'm sorry to ask, but you said that you knew this chopper was Junon bound. How, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Certainly not," he smiled. "I was due to have a private meeting with President Rufus about the building procedures on Junon. The repair rate on the houses and damage rate by the attack from WEAPON. But it seems that the President had to rush out of Midgar on important business this morning, so my journey was wasted. Reeve offered his apologies and offered to arrange another means of transport back to Junon, when he found out that you had already booked a flight to Junon he asked if I would like to take this flight – instead of waiting another 5 hours."
"Oh right, well I don't mind."
He nodded and looked out the window, not much longer until they reached Junon. The thick smog that permanently lingered over Midgar was almost out of sight – which was a blissful sight if you were longing to see something pleasant.
***
The dusty, rundown shambles – or in other terms – Corel, were completely unaware of anything the Shinra were up to. They took the other route to the reactor near Corel via the old railroad. Still, it was pretty difficult to go unnoticed; AVALANCHE would be here any moment now, and just the slightest. The Huge Materia had to be delivered to the president, not to the hands of the enemy.
Reno had done what was asked of him, assisting the troops in the newest operation. It wasn't much of a difficult chore, the townspeople put up little fight against the matter – but AVALANCHE would be there to protect them. The official protectors of the world? Sounded almost comical to be real, but every time and place – they were there. But Shinra knew that though, what were they expecting? AVALANCHE to just welcome them with open arms and let them get away with all the things they needed and missions that were wanted to be completed. It was somewhat cute the way they were there to save the world from the evil Shinra and psychopath Sephiroth. No matter how hard they try, in the eyes of the public, Shinra will be the saviour of the notorious group of meddling mercenaries.
All that was left was to deliver the materia to HQ, how hard was that? AVALANCHE still hadn't shown, but there was still time – ticking slowly away – but still there. They were annoying, but it was pleasurable to fight with them, the only type of competition. Troops were easily disposed off – not killed though! Some had backbone; some had the spine of a chicken though. How people like that made it into the top elite of Shinra was a mystery.
He made sure that whatever was left now, AVALANCHE couldn't ruin it. If they tried to stop them, then a little surprise was in order. Cloud wasn't there, that proved as an advantage. The verbally incontinent pilot was the leader of the group, which was saying something! Easy bait, easy pray, easy win for Shinra. The Huge Materia would be placed on the train and the train was to be heavily guarded, the troops were the most reliable. But at least this way it was a sure thing.
He had to admit that doing this in this particular town was a boring job, not the most entertainment in ages. The troops were boring to speak with, nothing much happens in their lives, except waking up in the morning. He could sneak away, as long as the materia was delivered on time. Yeah.
He informed the troops what they had to do and told them to exterminate AVALANCHE if needed be - if they showed. Protect the materia with their lives, that's what needed to be done; AVALANCHE mustn't get a hold of the materia. He considered for a moment that if he left then he'd have to take blame for any 'accidents' – but accidents will happen.
After making sure all the troops were able to clearly understand what he was informing them, he jumped into the nearest chopper and rode off.
***
Two soldiers stood up straight, watching as the train slowly drove away from them, the materia in the back.
"So, d'you think we can go back now, or do we still have to stay out here and look stupid?" Said a young gentle voice from below the navy clothes.
"I dunno, you 'eard what Reno said." Said a gruff husky voice wearily, pulling at the navy headpiece.
"Hmm, yeah, I remember." He scratched his head and stacked up his gun against the wall. "If AVALANCHE get the materia, then we're as good as toast we Reno gets hold of us."
"And that's in nice terms." He added, turning back into the reactor and taking a quick glance at their officer leader who was clad in red, barking orders to a timid troop. "Poor guy."
"Yeah, I feel sorry for all the newbies. They're always treated like dirt." He held back a snigger as he thought back to his times as a newbie.
"Yeah, they're always great for booze." He scratched his nose and coughed hoarsely. "Ay mate, bye us a beer." He burst into hysterics as the younger man looked at him, sniggering himself, just not as loudly. "Cheers mate!"
"Yeah, they're always up to buying ya beer." The young lad nodded his head then stopped as he grabbed hold of his friend's arms. "Aye mate, d'you hear something?"
The older solider ceased laughing and coughed again, he slowly pushed away the other mans hands and glared at him.
"I can't 'ear 'ought!" He snarled instantly, glaring around. "Nothing there!"
"No! I heard something! There's something out there!" His soft voice hushed even more as he looked around frantically. He was convinced that he heard something, and he did. "Look!"
The aged troop followed his comrade's hands and saw what he heard.
"It's AVALANCHE!"
"What do we do?" He asked panicky, grabbing hold of his gun and holding it tightly, finger downing on the trigger.
"What d'you think?! We can't let 'em get 'old of the materia, we've got to get 'em!!" He shot determinedly, rutting deep in his pocket as he pulled out a small grey grenade, finger curling insecurely around the ring-pull. "C'mon!" He turned back and grabbed hold of the young mans arm, dragging him with him.
"Right then, we won't let them win!" He shouted aloud.
***
Elena walked up through the street in Junon, glancing inside the many shops that she had passed. She giggled as she saw a small mongrel chasing its tail – and doing a great job as it yelled out. The streets were lit up with people who were rushing around; she'd never seen it so packed out before, the odd officer on the street, the shop clerks standing outside their shops convincing people to shop. It was a different turn pf events, which turned to be slightly pleasant. Walking around a busy city. Shame she had a job to do and wasn't here to shop.
She walked through the main entrance and pressed the button on the wall as the elevator opened as she walked in. With a high-pitched ping the doors closed and the elevator began to slowly move. When she was at her located destination, the doors opened and she walked out, ignoring the filthy look the woman in the end was giving her.
She emerged down the stairs and walked through a door to the left, which wasn't prohibited to regular troops. She pooped her head through and smiled at the man who sat at a rather large oak desk with a large mug of steaming frothy coffee in front of him. He looked up and gave a grin that made his face seem rounder than it was, his nose was slightly crocked and his clothes were covered in small grease stains near the collar, all the others were covered by a tight fitting green tweed jacket.
"Hallo." He greeted and smiled further.
She nodded her head and sat down on the nearest black office chair, feeling slightly worried as the chair made small squeaking noises and a slightly thud from the broken wheel.
"What can I do for you?" He picked up his mug and took a huge gulp, wiping away all the left over foam that gathered in his fuzzy greying moustache.
"Well I came to gather and just inspect, I was informed that there was a slight hitch of some kind." She cupped her hands together and leaned forward.
"I'm sorry?" He seemed confused with what was being asked of him and looked blankly at the blonde. "I have no idea what you are talking about. We are having no problems whatsoever, Miss."
"What?" The chair squeaked again, followed by another small thud from the rapid movements. "What do you mean?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Miss. I have no idea what you are going on about. We've already had a routine inspection about a month ago."
"Well maybe you need another one!" She spoke rashly and on impulse. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, she was given a job to do and she needed to fulfil that job. "There has to be a mistake, I was informed on Junon having an inspection. That was my mission."
"Well I can't change things, Miss, we've had our routine inspection … we don't need another one." He twisted the ends of his moustache around the tip of his fingers, glaring at Elena.
"Listen, I have a mission brief for a routine inspection and finding out a hitch in the scheme." Her eyes flared up as she took note of the overweight man sitting in front of her.
"I surges that a mishap has been made, Miss, and I'm very sorry about it … but, well I know what Junon needs." He sneered then smiled at her, his small beady eyes burning into her.
She narrowed her hazel eyes and looked at him with disgust. Here he was mocking her; well she wasn't having any of it. None of it! She wouldn't sit and take this.
"Well my bosses will hear about this!" She pushed herself up and jumped in shock at the larger thud from the chair, as she watched the black metal wheel roll around the floor. She looked up at the chubby man and suppressed a laugh as he looked shell-shocked and plain dumbstruck. "I'll see myself out." She could tell that he ran up, tending to his chair, but right now she wasn't interested. Her bosses would hear about this for certain!
***
She pushed her way through the crowd of people and rushed into a small shop to the right. A dimly lit place with bright coloured walls and pastel blue ceiling and floor, several tables was placed around the modern café. She ordered a coffee and sat down at the round table at the back of the store. She moved the salt and peppershakers to one side and picked up the menu, taking a short glance before placing it back. She saw the young brunette walk to her with her coffee; she smiled and took the mug off her, watching the steam rise from the mug.
"There you are."
Elena looked up at the blonde woman that sat down at her table. She greeted her with a warm and gentle smile.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
"I'm on a break, and I saw you come to here. Fine café in my opinion." Enya said, tightening her white coat, she only had a couple of minutes. "What are you doing?"
Elena sniggered; she was working on a job that had already been done. "Working."
Enya blinked and pushed her glasses further up her nose, running a hand through her long locks, which were gathered into a long ponytail.
"Well I'd love to have your job then, what's up?" she laughed.
"What do you do when the job you're supposed to be doing was already done a month ago?" She sighed lightly, taking a sip of coffee.
The blonde sister tilted her head and looked on strangely at Elena. "What?"
"I was sent to do a routine inspection, but some guy said it was done a month ago."
"A lot has happened in a month." She stated, "A lot, WEAPON." She picked up the menu and glanced at it, but placed it down roughly, she had memorised all that was on the plastic paper.
"I could use this as a day off, but…" She leaned her arms on the table and gazed downwards.
"You could," she began, "or you could use the time in a better manner." She smiled widely and looked at the blonde.
"What do you want, En?" It was a natural thing for her sister to want something of her, especially recently. "Go on, enlighten me." She sniggered sarcastically.
"What makes you think that I want something?" The doctor raised her arms and pleaded, rather badly. "There's more to life that wanting things." She took the rectangular glasses off and held them to the light before placing them back on her face.
"Not you."
"Still," she smiled, "you could do me a small favour. A really small one, little-"
"What IS it?"
"Pick Nicky up from school? Please, I'm working overtime."
"Enya." She sighed, ignoring the innocent look her sister was giving out. "You have to make time for your own son."
"You'll get your rent on time." She teased, in a working way.
Elena lightly slammed her fists on the table in defeat, she couldn't really say no, could she? She had the time, she didn't mind and Enya was her sister.
"You can't rely on me for everything, En."
"No, but I can for most." She smiled lightly, tapping Elena on the shoulder.
"Enya, what are you going to do when Nicky starts to ask questions?" Enya glanced at her, but nodded. "I can't help you with the answer, I don't even know."
Enya lowered her eyes and looked at a poster on the wall; the circus was coming to town. Well it was two weeks ago, late in taking it down, she saw it already; it wasn't that bad, worth the money.
"He doesn't need to know anything … not about him." She pulled at her fingers lightly, then smiled, which turned back to a frown. "There are still things that I don't want to discuss, so don't ask questions!"
"Fine, alright then." She knew that when her sister got into a particular mood, there was no way of changing it. She never talked about Nicky's father with her, Elena knew nothing and wondered if Enya did, but then again she became all defensive and refused to talk about it. She couldn't understand, he could help, anything was possible, he would want know about his son, wouldn't he? Any father at least needed to know whether or not he has some kind of kin out in the world. "I'll pick up Nicky at 3:00." She looked at her watch to confirm it and nodded.
"Thanks, Elle," she beamed.
Elena smiled and nodded again, there was nothing wrong, but the truth needed to come out and the child was bound to ask questions later in his life.
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So, that chapter is finally finished. What did you think? I hope you like it.
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