Authors Note: Hi people! As promised chapter 2 is here and is a lot longer than chapter1! Woo hoo! Sorry to any Nida fans (Ha!) for killing him in the first chapter but I needed someone to kill and he was the ideal victim. By the way, in this story I have kept Balamb Garden but it is now like a special police force. Thanks to you lovely people, who reviewed by story! And now, here comes the mighty (or lame?) second chapter….

Disclaimer: I have sent an offer to Squaresoft to buy all the Final Fantasy characters, but they are still yet to reply. Come on Squaresoft, it's been a whole year, can't you reply soon? Grr, never trust multi-millionaires! I suppose I have to say that FF belongs to Squaresoft then. *Sigh*

Squall sat patiently, the hard plastic of the chair, making Squall unable to relax. It must have been important to call Squall back from his holiday. Cid had called Squall yesterday and now Squall was sitting here waiting. He could hear the muffled voice of Cid through the door.

Squall shuffled again in his chair, folding his arms as he tried to calm down. The only sound was the receptionist typing something on her computer. Squall looked across at her, her black hair had fallen over her shoulders as she concentrated. She had the face of a model that Squall thought looked slightly attractive. A small noise came from her desk, which Squall realised was the intercom. The receptionist looked at Squall and nodded, signalling he could enter.

Squall stepped from the chair and pushed open the wooden door. He entered the room and two serious figures stood watching his movements. On the right was the familiar figure of Cid, his usual happy face now replace with a solemn expression. Next to him stood a taller figure with the same look on his face, he stood with authority and recognised this man with high authority. It was General Caraway. Squall now realised that whatever he had called back for must be important for Caraway to come.

"Squall, please take a seat," Cid said, motioning towards a chair in front of his desk. Squall obeyed and looked towards the two men still confused about what this was about. "This is Leonhart," Cid said to Caraway.

Caraway nodded and stepped forward. "Leonhart, I have a very important mission for you. The whole world's safety could rest in your hands."

"Yes sir." Squall said, shocked by the way Caraway had introduced this mission to him.

"Yesterday I ordered the transportation of some very important classified files. Before they could be delivered my agent was murdered and the briefcase stolen. Luckily, for us, he was a double agent and had removed the files meaning whoever killed him didn't get these files. We recovered them, but we are worried that they will strike again."

"What's in these files?" Squall asked.

"That is confidential. It is available only on a need to know basis."

"Ok. So what is my mission?"

"We already suspect a gang that possibly did this. They like to stay low profile but we have been tracking them for several months. We believe the leader to go by the name of Rinoa Heartilly. Your mission will be to get close to this gang and discover any of their plans and prevent them before they have a chance to execute them. You have permission to use whatever tactics necessary to complete this mission."

Squall nodded understanding what his task was.

"You will meet a contact once you get to Deling City. They will reveal themselves to you at a suitable time. They will give you an update on your mission objectives and will be your contact with me," Caraway continued. "You have the rest of the day to prepare and will be getting the train tomorrow. Here is your ticket." General Caraway handed him a small ticket.

"Squall, you're dismissed now," Cid said, ordering him to leave.

~*~*~*~*~

Squall stepped from the train, a soft wind soothing his face after the long train journey. He pulled his bag on to his shoulder and began his strides to depart the busy Deling City station. He was surprised at the amount of people that were already walking round the city. He had no idea what this mission was going to entail, he just had to wait for his contact to communicate with him. Squall knew nothing of what he was doing here. He started walking into the busy street and decided the first thing he would do would be to go to the hotel. He could see it from his viewpoint and started to walk towards it.

Squall pushed himself through the hectic crowd and finally reached his destination. He pushed open the door and stepped into the welcoming hotel. He looked around and noticed that this hotel looked friendly and warm towards him. He stepped up to the counter where the assistant stood smiling at him.

"How can I help you?" the young woman asked.

"I'd like a room." Squall requested. The assistant nodded, before handing him the key to the room. A number 7 hung from the key.

"Your room is upstairs on the first floor," the assistant told Squall. "And the bar is downstairs."

Squall nodded, before walking into the elevator and waited for it to reach his destination. The metallic doors slid open and he stepped out. He looked down this new corridor and could see his room numbered halfway down the thin path. He stepped up to the room, a '7' painted on in red paint, telling him this was the correct place. Squall slid the key into the lock and opened the door.

Squall stepped into his small, quaint room. A bed sat next the wall, occupying most of the space here. Opposite this was a small balcony, which Squall stepped on to, looking out over the bustling city. Somewhere here, was his mission, but it was a vast unknown to him at the moment. He sighed and turned round dumping his bag on the ground as he collapsed on to the bed, tired from his long journey, and quickly passed into a slumber.

~*~*~*~*~

It was 7:30pm. Squall had just woken up from his dreamy peace, the room now dimly lit as the sun had gone down. He leaned over and flicked on the small lamp. The empty room quickly bore Squall, and he pulled on a jacket, before travelling down to the streets of Deling. The streets were as busy as they were during the day. As he looked down the street he could now see a number of pubs were open.

Squall, having just arrived, decided to walk round Deling. He hadn't been here for over a year and there had been lots of changes during that year. Squall began to walk down one of the streets that led away from the centre of the city and away from the mass of people. The further he walked the quieter it became. He turned into another street, this one he knew very well. This was the place where he had done a mission before. Two gangs were fighting about who owned this part of Deling City. Now, thanks to Squall, most of them were in jail.

Squall looked into the sky, as he did something drew his attention to a particular building. Squall squinted through the dimly lit evening sky. He could see two figures standing on a building, although Squall couldn't make out any features of the two people. He walked closer and the figures became clearer. Squall was shocked by what he saw. Even in this weak light he knew what he was seeing. The thin black object stretched from the edge of the building, and pointed down on the streets below. A gun.

Squall quickened his pace; trying to locate the place they were aiming at. As he got closer, he reached a figure, which he believed they were aiming at. It was a young woman, her black hair extending over her shoulders. She was wearing jeans and a black jacket, protecting her from the frosty evening air.

Squall followed carefully behind her, slyly watching the two gunmen. Squall saw the figure holding the gun take aim as his finger began to land itself on the trigger. Squall, his police instincts taking over, dived at the woman knocking her firmly to the concrete floor. Squall heard the shot sail past his head, as it smashed harmlessly into the wall of an old building. Squall looked up to the top of the building, the figures had already disappeared.

The woman let out a moan, as she clutched her arm. She rolled over from Squalls grasp, turning to look at her saviour. "Thanks," she muttered, slightly shakily her voice faltering. Squall realised this was the first time he had seen the woman's face. The first thing Squall noticed were her eyes. As Squall gazed into them, he saw a friendliness and an open person, although, from experience, he knew that she could be completely the opposite. He noticed that her concern was her injury, not that she had nearly been killed.

"Can I help you up?" Squall said offering a hand. She smiled and grabbed it. Her smile attracted Squall again, and pulled himself away from staring.

"Thank you," she said again, more firmly this time.

"Are you okay?" he asked concern in his voice.

"I'll be okay. Just hurt my arm."

"I could take you to hospital-" Squall started.

"No," she said firmly. "I'll be alright." She took this opportunity to look at the man who had just saved her. "Who are you?"

"My name is Squall Leonhart."

"Rinoa Heartilly," she responded, placing a hand out.

'Rinoa? That's the name of the person who leads the gang…' thought Squall as he took her hand.

"How did you know I was going to be shot?"

"I saw them," Squall pointed to a nearby building. "They were on that roof, but I decided to save you."

"You left it a bit late. Why didn't you try to warn me earlier?" she asked.

"If they saw anything suspicious they could have killed both of us."

"Oh," was all Rinoa could say as she thought about that possibility.

Squall could see her anxious look. "Don't worry, you're safe now." Squall realised how friendly he was being to a complete stranger, but thought it must be his subconscious telling him that this was the Rinoa he was meant to be tracking.

Rinoa smiled at Squall, feeling safe in his presence. "I'm sorry, I haven't thanked you properly…Thank you."

Squall nodded. "No problem."

"No, that's not enough. Can I take you for a drink, you know, to say thank you properly?"

"Sure."

~*~*~*~*~

Squall took a sip from the glass, the liquid soothing his throat. Rinoa tilted her head as she looked at Squall.

"So what are you doing here in Deling?" Rinoa asked, trying to discover more about him.

"I'm looking for some work at the moment," Squall answered, taking another sip.

"Oh, so what do you do?" she asked.

Squall hadn't been briefed about his new identity. He assumed this was the job of his contact, so had to make something up. "I'm a jack of all trades," he said, trying to be as vague as he could. "I heard that you might have some work."

"Who told you that?" she asked, taken by surprise he had been looking for her.

"A friend," Squall answered flatly.

"Ok…so why would I want you? What do you do?"

"Anything you want me to." Squall answered.

Rinoa sighed, slightly annoyed yet amused by how he would never give a straight answer. "I wouldn't usually do this but since you saved my life I'll give you a chance."

Squall nodded. "Thanks."

"But it's just a trial," she added quickly.

"That's fine."

Rinoa got up from her seat. "Come on, we better go."

Authors Note: I'm sorry if that chapter was lame as well. I have a serious case of writers block at the moment and only just managed to get this chapter written. I need some more inspiration so it'll be a while before I update. I might try writing another fic or summit. Anyway please review the story but my weak heart won't take too many flames! Thanks!

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