Chapter 9
"Ah s***!" Cid cursed vulgarly, his thick boots slamming against the concrete building, squinting his eyes to try and block off some of the artificial light that pierced into his blue eyes, which were flashing with anger. D*** Shinra b******s thought that they could kidnap Shera and get away with it without a fight? He didn't f***ing think so!
Thanks to Tifa, he had been able to find out where they were hiding Shera, and for that, he'd be grateful, but after Shera was rescued. Vinnie, Reno, and Tifa had stayed behind to make sure everything would go smoothly, mostly because Cid had wanted to save his wife. Alone. He didn't want anyone tagging along, especially Reno, and it was some macho s*** that he wanted to deal with. The knight in shining armor bit, or something like that.
So, with his boots thudding heavily on the floor, he sprinted his way down the building.
Rounding a corner, he skidded to a halt, a loud curse on his breath as he stumbled back behind the protective wall, panting softly. His cigarettes must be catching up with him, since it seemed he wasn't able to run as far as he used to.
Something far more interesting than that little tidbit was that there were guards on the other side. Three of them. Great, was everything going wrong today? He peeked his head out from around the corner, sighing as he drew his head back, shaking it slightly. They were still there, and thank god they weren't paying attention, one of them seeming to be asleep. Ah, midnight shift. He could remember that little bugger when he was younger.
Snapping himself out of his reverie, he prepared himself. They were three, minimally trained soldiers who were probably cockier than they should be, and probably having next to no battle experience, though Cid knew not to take everything so lightly. Three on one could easily turn deadly, and he wasn't about to croak until he knew Shera was safe.
With a deep inhale of breath, he popped out from his hiding place, a slight grin on his face as he dashed forward, elbowing a man in the face as he yelped out in surprise, the two comrades by him instantly jolting awake, looking around stupidly. Cid just grinned sheepishly, grabbing both their guns before their shaking fingers could, hitting them with the butt of them quickly, shaking his head making a slight tsk, tsk noise when they hit the ground.
D***ed under trained idiots making him waste his time! Without another word, he turned and dashed down the hallway.
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"Ack! Someone tipped the alarm!" Tifa snapped, turning her wide eyes to the side, her face pinched tightly with worry as she whirled around, surveying her surroundings, which were quickly filling with soldiers with guns. Tifa knew their training regiment, had sometimes stopped to watch while Cloud taught them some of the basics, and she knew it could get ugly if they weren't taken care of quickly.
"Tipped the alarm?" Reno said in a non-believing voice, as if the pouring mass of soldiers didn't already do it for him. Vincent said nothing, just whipping out his pistol.
"I suggest we retreat." Vincent offered coolly, while Tifa blinked turning to him with her lips pursed.
"What about Cid?" She demanded, while Vincent grabbed her arm, dragging her along as she tried to dig her feet into the cement, though her boots only skidded along the cement, so she was forced to move her legs or break something. It was against her morals to leave someone behind, especially a friend. Maybe she was wrong about Vincent Valentine, maybe he really didn't care.
"Don't worry about the old fart. He can take care of himself." Reno assured her, since Vincent obviously could not, still pumping his legs and pulling himself along and the additional weight of Tifa.
"Yes, but those soldiers . . ." Tifa trailed off, the silence looming over them, silent and foreboding, warning them to turn around, though Tifa knew that wouldn't be a great idea. Sometimes she had stopped by to watch Cloud teach some of the new recruits the basics, and she knew how hard they trained. All of them wanted to be like the mighty Sephiroth.
She shivered slightly, glancing at Vincent from the corner in her eye, admiring him somewhat for his bravery. He still had a deep wound in his stomach, and yet he was still able to run and drag her along too. At the thought of being extra baggage, Tifa broke away from Vincent's grip, pointing ahead.
"Up there, there's an exit. You sure Cid will be-." Tifa started, though Vincent cut her off with a nod, and she fell silent. It was strange, the last time she had been taken out of this building, but this time she was actually leaving of her own free will.
Suddenly Reno, who was in the front, skidded to a halt, a loud curse. Tifa stopped, almost ramming into him, about to give him a piece of her mind, though the words died on her lips, and she unconsciously took a step back.
"Hello Tifa." a familiar grinning face said to her, looking over Vincent's shoulder, who had moved purposely in front of her as if to defend her, and Rufus smirked, tilting his head to the side. "You always were good at capturing people's hearts. Good job." Rufus said with a sly smirk, and Reno turned to her, his eyes narrowed a bit.
Tifa, however, knew somewhat well how Rufus's mind worked, and instantly turned to Vincent, who had suddenly gone rigid.
"It's not like that and you know it!" Tifa snapped angrily, feeling her cheeks rise with her embarrassment and anger. Rufus Shinra would not use her for a stupid ploy. She wasn't one of his tools that he had wrapped around his finger with fear.
"A good actress, don't you agree Mr. Valentine?" Rufus smirked, turning his gaze to Vincent, whose face remained impassive, frozen and stiffer than Tifa had ever known it to be. "Capture them." Rufus said without a second though, turning and disappearing behind his lackeys.
"Vincent . . ." She tried, though he didn't even spare her a glance, pulling out his gun while Reno did the same, a slight uneasy forced grin on his face.
"Let's kick some a**!" He stated, getting into a battle stance, Tifa following his lead, giving Vincent a look out of the corner of her eye. Great, just great.
~*Author's Notes*~ M'kay, so maybe Cid's little battle was about all the action in here, but hopefully in the next chapter there will be. I'm aching for a good fight, and I don't know about you, but I don't want this to drag on and on. Well, please read and review!
"Ah s***!" Cid cursed vulgarly, his thick boots slamming against the concrete building, squinting his eyes to try and block off some of the artificial light that pierced into his blue eyes, which were flashing with anger. D*** Shinra b******s thought that they could kidnap Shera and get away with it without a fight? He didn't f***ing think so!
Thanks to Tifa, he had been able to find out where they were hiding Shera, and for that, he'd be grateful, but after Shera was rescued. Vinnie, Reno, and Tifa had stayed behind to make sure everything would go smoothly, mostly because Cid had wanted to save his wife. Alone. He didn't want anyone tagging along, especially Reno, and it was some macho s*** that he wanted to deal with. The knight in shining armor bit, or something like that.
So, with his boots thudding heavily on the floor, he sprinted his way down the building.
Rounding a corner, he skidded to a halt, a loud curse on his breath as he stumbled back behind the protective wall, panting softly. His cigarettes must be catching up with him, since it seemed he wasn't able to run as far as he used to.
Something far more interesting than that little tidbit was that there were guards on the other side. Three of them. Great, was everything going wrong today? He peeked his head out from around the corner, sighing as he drew his head back, shaking it slightly. They were still there, and thank god they weren't paying attention, one of them seeming to be asleep. Ah, midnight shift. He could remember that little bugger when he was younger.
Snapping himself out of his reverie, he prepared himself. They were three, minimally trained soldiers who were probably cockier than they should be, and probably having next to no battle experience, though Cid knew not to take everything so lightly. Three on one could easily turn deadly, and he wasn't about to croak until he knew Shera was safe.
With a deep inhale of breath, he popped out from his hiding place, a slight grin on his face as he dashed forward, elbowing a man in the face as he yelped out in surprise, the two comrades by him instantly jolting awake, looking around stupidly. Cid just grinned sheepishly, grabbing both their guns before their shaking fingers could, hitting them with the butt of them quickly, shaking his head making a slight tsk, tsk noise when they hit the ground.
D***ed under trained idiots making him waste his time! Without another word, he turned and dashed down the hallway.
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"Ack! Someone tipped the alarm!" Tifa snapped, turning her wide eyes to the side, her face pinched tightly with worry as she whirled around, surveying her surroundings, which were quickly filling with soldiers with guns. Tifa knew their training regiment, had sometimes stopped to watch while Cloud taught them some of the basics, and she knew it could get ugly if they weren't taken care of quickly.
"Tipped the alarm?" Reno said in a non-believing voice, as if the pouring mass of soldiers didn't already do it for him. Vincent said nothing, just whipping out his pistol.
"I suggest we retreat." Vincent offered coolly, while Tifa blinked turning to him with her lips pursed.
"What about Cid?" She demanded, while Vincent grabbed her arm, dragging her along as she tried to dig her feet into the cement, though her boots only skidded along the cement, so she was forced to move her legs or break something. It was against her morals to leave someone behind, especially a friend. Maybe she was wrong about Vincent Valentine, maybe he really didn't care.
"Don't worry about the old fart. He can take care of himself." Reno assured her, since Vincent obviously could not, still pumping his legs and pulling himself along and the additional weight of Tifa.
"Yes, but those soldiers . . ." Tifa trailed off, the silence looming over them, silent and foreboding, warning them to turn around, though Tifa knew that wouldn't be a great idea. Sometimes she had stopped by to watch Cloud teach some of the new recruits the basics, and she knew how hard they trained. All of them wanted to be like the mighty Sephiroth.
She shivered slightly, glancing at Vincent from the corner in her eye, admiring him somewhat for his bravery. He still had a deep wound in his stomach, and yet he was still able to run and drag her along too. At the thought of being extra baggage, Tifa broke away from Vincent's grip, pointing ahead.
"Up there, there's an exit. You sure Cid will be-." Tifa started, though Vincent cut her off with a nod, and she fell silent. It was strange, the last time she had been taken out of this building, but this time she was actually leaving of her own free will.
Suddenly Reno, who was in the front, skidded to a halt, a loud curse. Tifa stopped, almost ramming into him, about to give him a piece of her mind, though the words died on her lips, and she unconsciously took a step back.
"Hello Tifa." a familiar grinning face said to her, looking over Vincent's shoulder, who had moved purposely in front of her as if to defend her, and Rufus smirked, tilting his head to the side. "You always were good at capturing people's hearts. Good job." Rufus said with a sly smirk, and Reno turned to her, his eyes narrowed a bit.
Tifa, however, knew somewhat well how Rufus's mind worked, and instantly turned to Vincent, who had suddenly gone rigid.
"It's not like that and you know it!" Tifa snapped angrily, feeling her cheeks rise with her embarrassment and anger. Rufus Shinra would not use her for a stupid ploy. She wasn't one of his tools that he had wrapped around his finger with fear.
"A good actress, don't you agree Mr. Valentine?" Rufus smirked, turning his gaze to Vincent, whose face remained impassive, frozen and stiffer than Tifa had ever known it to be. "Capture them." Rufus said without a second though, turning and disappearing behind his lackeys.
"Vincent . . ." She tried, though he didn't even spare her a glance, pulling out his gun while Reno did the same, a slight uneasy forced grin on his face.
"Let's kick some a**!" He stated, getting into a battle stance, Tifa following his lead, giving Vincent a look out of the corner of her eye. Great, just great.
~*Author's Notes*~ M'kay, so maybe Cid's little battle was about all the action in here, but hopefully in the next chapter there will be. I'm aching for a good fight, and I don't know about you, but I don't want this to drag on and on. Well, please read and review!