A/N: *Has completely recovered from being hit repeatedly with a fence pickey by Sammy-Chan* Heh. I have one thing to say; if I write retardedly, it not my fault, it's Sam's.

Disclaimer: I'm sick of writing these things. *Cuts to a scene of her holding a gun to the president of Squaresoft's head* Uh… Wrong scene *changes to one where she proudly holds the deeds to Squaresoft* Uh… Who's running the slide operator? *Sees her brothers playing with it and Photo Option Plus* Damnit! Oh well. It's hopeless now. Here, ya dragged it out of me: I do not own Final Fantasy VIII or it's characters.

~ 11: Important Meetings ~

"Wait! Come back!" Old Chap yelled as he ran after her. Those words still playing over and over in his mind. Did he really say that?

Inside the car, she sobbed uncontrollably. Why did he do this to her? Why did he make promises he couldn't keep? She looked up when she heard someone knock the glass of the jeep. It was him.

"What do you want?" She asked aggressively.

"I want to know more about you. You are the only one I seem to remember. "

Just then, the doctor called Old Chap. "We better get going, we'll be late for that… Uh… Physical I set up for you."

"Aren't you the ex-doctor? Can't we just take the physical here?"

"No. I don't have the equipment that I need."

"All right," He said, and then turned to Rinoa, "Where can I find you? I want to know more about you, about me, about us."

"The Regent Hotel, room 639."

"All right."

The doctor called once more as he locked the door, "Let's go!"

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The doctor and the patient arrived at the abandoned factory at 12:01. They were late. He didn't take late well.

"Something tells me that I'm not here for a physical. Why'd you lie to me?" Old Chap asked.

"Because, I didn't think I could tell you in front of them… And I was right. They're SeeD. Except for the girl."

"Are we here to do something illegal?"

"Not us."

"Ah… Welcome. You're late, Fisher." An eerie voice said behind them.

"Oh. You haven't changed a bit, Sigfreed." The doctor said.

Old Chap looked at the two men and wondered how the doctor knew such a smartly dressed guy. Who wears a suit and tie on a Thursday when you're not even employed? Actually, who hangs out in an abandoned factory in the middle of the day?

"No need to look so confused, my slippery friend." Johnny said to Old Chap and eyed him suspiciously. Just then, Fisher leaned over and whispered something in Johnny's ear. After hearing such important information, Johnny dropped all his defenses. "I'm sorry. I seem to have… Mixed you up with… Someone I used to know…"

"Oh."

"Now, if you will just follow me, there are some people I'd like you to meet. Feel free to ask any questions that you may have… Just be sure of what they might cost you." Johnny said as he led them though the long passage.

At the end of the dusty passage stood two big, beefy men dressed in black. They stood in front of several clear slabs of clear plastic that were covered in grime from years of neglect. The two men shot the doctor and Old Chap a look of doubt.

"Let them through; they were, after all, some of your old comrades." Johnny said.

The two men exchanged looks of doubt as they let Old Chap through. Past memories ran deep and always left some sort of mark on your memory. Old Chap's impressions were those that would last until these two men die.

Through the grimy plastic slabs were about ten men standing there, waiting patiently for their leader. They were the cream of the crop; the higher ranked men. They were all dressed casually, seeing as it was called for in the presence of their fearless leader… Or at least their sometimes fearless leader.

Old Chap stared in awe; the men glared at him. Who did he think he was, walking in here like he was on top again? They couldn't stand the pricks that actually end up walking back in as if they hadn't committed high treason against the mob. They were the ones that could get away with murder. They could sleep with your wife and still be loved by everyone. They kissed ass.

"Now, I'm going to be quite frank. Everyone who was already in here, you are to remain here after our two guests leave; I have important matters I wish to discuss with you." Johnny dictated, "As some of you may remember, here is one member of group that has been missing for the past few weeks. " Suddenly, he had a spasm; the voices in his head would not leave him alone.

"AAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!! GO AWAY!!!!!! LEAVE ME BE FOR JUST ONE MOMENT AND LET ME SORT THINGS OUT!!!!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE THAT YOU'D DO THIS TO ME!!!!!!" He roared. Old Chap and the good doctor flinched at his outburst; the men remained calm, knowing that this would all pass in a moment.

"Yes. That's better. As I was saying, there is something that I would like our friend here to do, just to prove that he still has the edge. Tonight, I want you to kill a certain general's daughter. Here is the information that you will need. Should you succeed, welcome back. If not, don't bother showing your face in Dollet again." Johnny said as he gave Old Chap a thick envelope full of papers. When this guy did research, he didn't leave anything out. "Don't open it now; wait until you're alone in a private area. Do not discuss this with anyone, you hear me?"

Old Chap nodded his head 'yes'. He was confused, "Why do I have to kill her?"

"That, my friend, is explained in the papers in that envelope. You can leave now."

With those last words, two beefy men escorted the doctor and Old Chap out of the abandoned factory.

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Upon seeing the two men leave, Johnny turned around to his jealous courtiers of the mob.

"Ah, come on! Wipe that look off your faces. He doesn't remember who he is… And I want to take that to my advantage. In the end, he could end up taking over the political world without even knowing it. Think of it as a sort of hostile take-over. We will be living in high society without having to lift a finger to get there!" Johnny laughed.

The men eased up upon hearing this key element. Had this guy been able to remember, he would surely not be able to waltz back in here without getting a finger cut off.

"Are you telling me that that toothpick can't remember who he is and you're going to give him Project X?" MacFarley asked in shock.

"Not just anyone who can't remember who they are; but an ex-SeeD."

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She sat in her room, waiting for him to come see her. She was expecting him to, at any minute, walk in there and break her heart once more without knowing it. Hyne, how did this happen? Why him?

A/N: Well, I wrote this chapter sooner than I expected. It's not that long, but I have to be able to sink some readers into the pits of my story.  Anyways, a couple of days ago, at twelve A.M., I came up with another story. However, I will not write and post that one up before I finish this story. BBYE! Wait!!!!!!! Before I forget, review right now or I will FedEx a bunch of fire ants to feast upon your body…. Or I might just pull an Indiana Jones thing and rip your heart out while you're still alive!!!!! Cruel and unusual deaths are not the way to go, so make me happy and review.