The parade of that night was spectacular as Randall and I watched it from
the second floor window of our hotel. I had never seen it before, not that
parade and truthfully, none other such as that. As it was wrapping up,
Randall turned to me while my head was down, staring at the ground. I
wished that Kris was here with me, I knew that this was no place for a
girl, not even one like her. He tapped me on the shoulder, when I didn't
reply or even look up at him; he took his gunblade and tapped it on my
head, the dull part, of course.
"Ahh! What the hell?"
"You're thinking about a girl, you looked so lost there for a moment."
"Wow, Randy Almasy actually cares, I'm shocked."
He nearly knocked me senseless with that damned blade of his.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Randy? Perhaps I should start calling you Leon?"
I hate it when people call me Leon, hate it. I growled at him and pounced, attacking him and forcing him to the ground. We spent the next two hours attacking one another and swinging punches. He started playing rough towards the end of it, instead of a punch to the chest or stomach, he was tickling me and I was having a fit. He was straddling me when something dawned on me and I pushed him off.
"Off-off, get off."
"Fine, fine. What's the matter, you liked that when we were younger."
"For one thing, you and I are not seven anymore, and your gun or something was digging into my hip. Anyway, I just thought of something. The Sorceress was hiding in the Presidential Residence the first time when your father joined her. That building is still here, so don't you think the Sorcerer might be there?"
"If they are stupid enough to repeat history, then maybe, are you talking infiltration?"
I didn't answer him, but the truth was behind my eyes. If breaking into a building and looking around was what we had to do, well then it was what we would do. I heard him laughing behind me and turned to him, raising an eyebrow.
"You want to wreak some havoc, don't you?"
"I want to know what's so important to a man that he has to destroy the homes of so many people and kill everyone."
"Now now, you can kill him later, but we have to get there first. What do you have in mind Mr. Leader?"
"Irvine told me about a way in that's on the side of the building, there's a ladder up there. So we can get on the roof and walk across, get in the overlook and go down from there."
"You've planned this out, haven't you?"
"I haven't had anything else to do for the past three nights."
We went silent; I heard him bustling around with something and then figured out that he was climbing into one of the two beds in the room. He was mumbling about the pillows being uncomfortable and then tossed one at me.
"Can I have a pillow?"
"Take it, I probably won't be sleeping all that much tonight."
"If we're sneaking in tomorrow, you need to rest kid. I won't have you falling asleep on me in the middle of sneaking into some place."
"We are not going in there in the morning, if we sneak into anywhere I want to make sure no one can walk through the room and catch us. Besides, how many ceremonies do you know of are done during the day?"
When he didn't answer, I turned around and looked and he was crashed. He actually looked like a nice guy when he was asleep, though this thought made me turn to the bathroom and get in the shower immediately. When I start thinking that Seifer's son is nice to look at, it's definitely time to get cleaned up and get to bed myself and I did just that.
The next day, during the day, we wandered through the streets, avoiding the trash on the ground. We talked to the people about seeing anyone strange around, or if anyone but the president in the Presidential Residence. The kids in the streets thought we were the police or the Galbadia soldiers that were running around lately. We all laughed at them and then showed them the patches that were sewn into the insides of our coats. When they saw that we were from Balamb, they straightened up and answered our questions with perfect answers and never faltered with 'ums' or the 'I don't remembers.'
They told us about things that were secretive to the residence, some things that we already knew, like the ladder in the back. But there was an easier way to get inside the complex, to the roof itself. One of the boys, one that seemed to know exactly what he was talking about, told us of a truck that goes in and out of the residence. In at 7:00pm and out by 9:00pm, if you don't catch it, you're screwed. Randall and I looked at one another and knew what we were doing tonight. We thanked the little brat, he weaseled 50 bucks out of us, but we got the information out of him so it wasn't all that bad.
"Ahh! What the hell?"
"You're thinking about a girl, you looked so lost there for a moment."
"Wow, Randy Almasy actually cares, I'm shocked."
He nearly knocked me senseless with that damned blade of his.
"How many times do I have to tell you not to call me Randy? Perhaps I should start calling you Leon?"
I hate it when people call me Leon, hate it. I growled at him and pounced, attacking him and forcing him to the ground. We spent the next two hours attacking one another and swinging punches. He started playing rough towards the end of it, instead of a punch to the chest or stomach, he was tickling me and I was having a fit. He was straddling me when something dawned on me and I pushed him off.
"Off-off, get off."
"Fine, fine. What's the matter, you liked that when we were younger."
"For one thing, you and I are not seven anymore, and your gun or something was digging into my hip. Anyway, I just thought of something. The Sorceress was hiding in the Presidential Residence the first time when your father joined her. That building is still here, so don't you think the Sorcerer might be there?"
"If they are stupid enough to repeat history, then maybe, are you talking infiltration?"
I didn't answer him, but the truth was behind my eyes. If breaking into a building and looking around was what we had to do, well then it was what we would do. I heard him laughing behind me and turned to him, raising an eyebrow.
"You want to wreak some havoc, don't you?"
"I want to know what's so important to a man that he has to destroy the homes of so many people and kill everyone."
"Now now, you can kill him later, but we have to get there first. What do you have in mind Mr. Leader?"
"Irvine told me about a way in that's on the side of the building, there's a ladder up there. So we can get on the roof and walk across, get in the overlook and go down from there."
"You've planned this out, haven't you?"
"I haven't had anything else to do for the past three nights."
We went silent; I heard him bustling around with something and then figured out that he was climbing into one of the two beds in the room. He was mumbling about the pillows being uncomfortable and then tossed one at me.
"Can I have a pillow?"
"Take it, I probably won't be sleeping all that much tonight."
"If we're sneaking in tomorrow, you need to rest kid. I won't have you falling asleep on me in the middle of sneaking into some place."
"We are not going in there in the morning, if we sneak into anywhere I want to make sure no one can walk through the room and catch us. Besides, how many ceremonies do you know of are done during the day?"
When he didn't answer, I turned around and looked and he was crashed. He actually looked like a nice guy when he was asleep, though this thought made me turn to the bathroom and get in the shower immediately. When I start thinking that Seifer's son is nice to look at, it's definitely time to get cleaned up and get to bed myself and I did just that.
The next day, during the day, we wandered through the streets, avoiding the trash on the ground. We talked to the people about seeing anyone strange around, or if anyone but the president in the Presidential Residence. The kids in the streets thought we were the police or the Galbadia soldiers that were running around lately. We all laughed at them and then showed them the patches that were sewn into the insides of our coats. When they saw that we were from Balamb, they straightened up and answered our questions with perfect answers and never faltered with 'ums' or the 'I don't remembers.'
They told us about things that were secretive to the residence, some things that we already knew, like the ladder in the back. But there was an easier way to get inside the complex, to the roof itself. One of the boys, one that seemed to know exactly what he was talking about, told us of a truck that goes in and out of the residence. In at 7:00pm and out by 9:00pm, if you don't catch it, you're screwed. Randall and I looked at one another and knew what we were doing tonight. We thanked the little brat, he weaseled 50 bucks out of us, but we got the information out of him so it wasn't all that bad.