CHAPTER 5

"About time you got here!" Tseng cried, pushing Juno's head away from his face. The guards hesitated going any closer to the naked woman that was molesting the boxer-clad Turk, but that soon passed when Tseng began threatening them.

The Wutian frowned as Juno struggled with the guards. Just moments earlier Rufus had come into his bodyguard's room, to find him in a compromising position with the wife of President Shin-ra.

Tseng had watched the boy leave silently he wasn't able to find the words to convey the confusion he was feeling. He did, however, find his cell phone a few seconds later, and called guards to help him in his battle against the child's mother.

It had taken a minute, but the guards were finally there, attempting to get some clothes on the President's wife.

"What the Hell is going on?" one of the guards asked Tseng, an amused look on his face.

"Nothing." Tseng muttered. His thoughts were already miles away, wondering where Rufus went and how exactly he was going to explain this to him.

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"What do you think you're doing?" These were the first words out of Rufus' mouth as he stumbled into the building, propelled by Dante.

"Heh, I see you finally found the place." A redheaded man in the corner of the room remarked. In the darkness of the building Rufus couldn't see his face. He realized that there were quite a few people in the room he was in, but he couldn't tell exactly where they were.

"Shut up Reno," Dante muttered. Rufus looked up at the Turk, but the look he saw on the older man's face caused him to reflexively clutch Felix protectively against his chest.

Though a smirk was on Rufus' face, he was now feeling more than just a little but unsure of himself. "Why did Dante bring me here?" He thought, eyes darting from Dante, to the stranger that had first spoken.

"Reno," Dante said, ignoring the Vice President's question, "hand me the silencer."

"Dun have it boss," The redhead muttered, his eyes trailing over to Rufus. He was in deep thought.

"Don't be stupid, I know you have it, and its absence at the mansion has made killing the boy a real pain in the ass."

Reno chuckled to himself, and Rufus started to get nervous. Now his eyes were darting around the room, trying to figure out how he'd escape. "I'll just let these idiots work this out, in the mean time, I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I left…"

The redhead saw what he was doing. "Don't try it kid." He turned back to Dante and laughed softly. "You mean to tell me the only reason you didn't just kill him there was that you were afraid of being heard? You wasted all of that time and effort to bring him here because you didn't feel like fighting off a few guards, and a fucking Turk?"

Dante's face contorted into an angry grimace. "Two Turks; they started training a new one less than a week ago." He corrected. "Anyway, It's not like it was much effort, getting that woman drunk and in bed with the Turk was easy enough, it was predicting Rufus' actions that was tough, and now I have him here, so what's the problem?"

"Heh, I'm so unpredictable and great." Rufus thought dumbly as the scene he was witness to played out before him, then "Come on now, keep arguing." Part of him wanted to scream in frustration, while another wanted to make his smart-ass comments be heard. However, he was smart enough to know that neither of those things would help him out of the situation. So instead of saying anything, he clutched Felix even closer until the cat began to struggle.

"Not now." Rufus whispered, pleading with the animal. "Don't move." He held it even tighter in an effort to contain it. The kitten's claws were assailing he small arms. The boy felt like crying, all of the anger and frustration that he'd been feeling had began to well up inside of him.

He was no longer aware of anything around him, just the struggling kitten he was pleading with in his arms, until Dante's snide voice caught his attention.

"Quiet Reno! Just give me the silencer, can't you see you're making the boy saaaad?"

His slur on the word 'sad' made the Vice-President wince.

"Shove it." The boy hissed, still holding an angry Felix.

Reno shrugged and slowly stood up. He moved lazily towards Dante, walking like a person who'd just woken up.

"I think we have one in the back room, come on," he motioned to a door in the back of the room, "bring the kid."

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"Stay very still." Tseng whispered to the MP to his left. Currently he was crouched in front of large black building with strange red flowers in the front. As the Turk waited to enter the building his mind went back to the events that had occurred just an hour ago.

He'd quickly found out that Rufus had left with Dante and Felix, and after a series of unanswered calls made to Dante's cell phone, Tseng realized he probably hadn't brought it with him.

However, he needed to find Rufus, and he had a very bad feeling about his superior. It didn't seem right that he would take Rufus out for a drive in the middle of the night, especially since there was a rebel faction bent on the Vice President's destruction. Luckily Tseng remembered that Dante was using a company-supplied car, and for security purposes, they could always be tracked.

This led him to where he was now; huddled with twenty Military Police outside of the building he assumed both Dante and Rufus were in.

He was currently wondering how he should get inside; if he should wait a few more minutes to make sure there were none of the Midgar Owls around or if he should just rush in and take care of details later. A second later a gunshot ran out through the air. Tseng took this as a sign that it was time to enter.

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"Felix please!" Rufus continued to plead, as he was lead into a back room.

It was too late, the cat jumped from Rufus' arms, towards the Turk leader. A shot sounded, Rufus screamed, and a tiny black and white body hit the dirty floor. "Felix!!" Rufus screamed, watching as a small puddle of scarlet surrounded the kitten's dead body.

Dante seemed unaware of the boy's plight; he motioned towards the gun in his hand.

"Do you think anyone heard that?"

Reno shrugged, a smirk on his gaunt face. "Shit, probably, there are MPs everywhere nowadays? I'll go find the silencer. Wait to shoot the boy, if anyone heard that last shot we're screwed." He left to search behind some crates that were piled in the right corner of the dark, windowless room. The Turk turned back towards the child, a look of accomplishment on his face. However, Rufus never saw this, as he was crotched down over Felix's body, gently stroking the kitten's fur.

The boy's throat felt unusually dry, he was breathing hard. "Felix." He whispered, his voice hoarse. Everything seemed surreal, "This isn't happening." He thought. "Damnit THIS ISN'T HAPPENING! What's my father paying Tseng for if he's not even around when I actually need him??!"

"What the Hell?" The Turk screamed right as an explosion rocked the foundation of the building.

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"Move out!" Tseng yelled, pulling ahead of his troops. The few members of the resistance that were left after the first wave of attacks were preoccupied by the Military Police, so the Turk took it upon himself to scout out the area in search of the CEOs son.

"Where is that boy?" he whispered, slipping into a back room. It took a minute for his eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did he realized he was looking down the barrel of a gun.

"Dante." Tseng whispered. A few seconds later he heard a soft whimpering beside him, and noticed Rufus was there, clutching something to his breast.

"I need a distraction." The calculating Turk muttered to himself.

"Ahh, Tseng, so nice of you to join us," Dante laughed.

"Eh, this is a good enough time as any," Tseng thought, watching as Dante opened his mouth to speak again. THUNK! The Turk's leg shot up, hitting Dante squarely in the chest, in turn causing him to drop his gun.

A second passed. The Vice President wasn't moving. "Rufus!" Tseng cried, "Pay attention and run!" The boy nodded curtly, and ran.

"Amazing." Tseng thought, noticing the look Rufus gave him right before departing, Felix's limp body clutched tightly in his small arms. "He might die at any moment, and he still feels he has time to give me a dirty look." The Turk gritted his teeth and turned his attention back towards Dante, who had, by this time, retrieved his weapon, and had stood up, grabbing his injured arm with one hand, and holding the gun steady in the other. Tseng noticed it was aimed at his head and it was then a small part of him realized that there was a good chance he might not get out of this alive. Fortunately, the majority of his mind was in Turk mode and was focused on the task at hand, namely, getting out and making sure Rufus was safe.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" Tseng reasoned, keeping his voice steady, and his eyes burning into Dante's.

The Turk leader chuckled, not lowering his weapon. "Are you going to try and make a deal with me? Tsk, tsk, Tseng, what have you become?" He asked with a mocking tone.

Tseng ignored his comment and decided to take a different course, "Why are you doing this?"

A flash of rage passed through Dante's eyes. "Why am I doing this?" He repeated, his voice wavering ever so slightly. "Because of fuckers like you; people from Shin-ra who don't care. People that think they can fuck up everyone's life." By now Dante was shaking with anger. "I was once a respected engineer from Junon, had a wife, just married. Then Shin-ra came and screwed everything up!" His voice dropped dangerously low, and his sentences became odd and disjointed, making it so Tseng had a hard time following what he was saying. "She worked for Shin-ra, was a medical technician. One night she didn't come home. Then for a week I heard nothing from her and called to see what was going on. I got no response. Shin-ra sent guards a month later to deal with me. I killed quite a few of them before the rest of the ganged up on me, captured me, and took me back to Shin-ra. They decided I should train to become a Turk.

"Years later I found out my wife had been killed by one of us; that she had stumbled onto one of Shin-ra's secrets, the JENOVA project." There was a slight pause in his story, and then the Turk continued. "I tried to find out as much as I could about Shin-ra, and their dealings with my family.

"That's when I found out I had a brother. Met him just last month. Heh, he's only fifteen, but he's already a killer. That's what Shin-ra does to everyone, and that's why I'm doing this." He finished his speech and took a second to catch his breath. Tseng assumed he had been waiting a long time to get that out.

"But what will killing the Vice President accomplish?" The Turk pestered. "Maybe I can buy Rufus some time to escape," he thought. "The MPs I sent should have already dealt with the majority of the terrorists. He should be fine…. But still." The older man couldn't help but be worried, and he was even more worried by the fact that he felt that way; Turks weren't supposed to feel strong emotions.

Dante looked down, taking his eyes off Tseng. "Well-" He began.

"This is my chance," Without warning Tseng turned. He had taken only two steps when Dante noticed what he was doing.

"No!" A loud screech penetrated the cool night air, and the Turk leader's foot shot in between Tseng's legs successfully tripping him. Tseng hit the ground and instantly rolled over, his training kicked in, and the leg that Dante had just kicked flung out, hitting his superior in the hand. Unfortunately Tseng had forgotten that Dante was left-handed, so it happened to be the hand without the gun in it. He aimed again, this time for Dante's left when a loud bang shattered the silence. Pain ripped through Tseng's side.

"He shot me," were the first thoughts that ran through his head.

Raven colored hair flew through the freezing cold air, as Tseng rolled to his feet, clutching his side. His eyes darted back and forth between Dante and the gun that was plastered in his pale hands.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion now as the Turks' leader's fingers tightened on the trigger. Once again the gun was aimed at Tseng's head.

For the first time in his life Tseng had no great plan. His mind wasn't reacting to what was going on—he was totally frozen to the world—and finally only one thought passed through his mind,

"I'm going to die."

He stayed frozen, his eyes on Dante, waiting for the end.

"Heh" low laughter came from behind one of the wooden crates piled in the dark room. Dante allowed himself to turn ever so slightly to face the sound, though his green eyes never left Tseng.

"Ahhh, I see our little Turky-wurky has found himself in a very interesting position".

The leader of the Turks laughed. "Reno, hurry up and find the Vice President." He smirked, shaking the hand Tseng had kicked. "Let me deal with this one…"

"Hm? Brother, I think you misunderstood. I was talking about you." Reno's thin, pale lips curled back, revealing white teeth. The leader of the Turks swung around, still keeping his gun on Tseng.

"What the fuck are you talking about Reno?!" He hissed, emerald eyes narrowing. "This is no time to be joking around!"

"Oh dear brother, wasn't it you who always told me 'never trust a Turk'?" Dante's once narrowed eyes widened as he realized what was happening. "But we're brothers…"

Reno smiled, and pulled the trigger.

All of a sudden many things happened at once. Of course first, Dante was shot. His torso shook violently as Reno emptied five bullets into his body. Second, Tseng ran. Without taking a single glance back at the new Turk, he sprinted towards the door, following Rufus' earlier footsteps

Slowly Dante's knees bucked, and his corpse slumped to the ground. His body was drenched in crimson, and blood flowed freely from the bullet wounds in his chest, each looking like a tiny black hole set against a red canvas.

Reno didn't wait to see his body fall, however. As soon as he was done shooting his brother he calmly walked around him, and set off after Tseng. As he walked, a sly smile appeared on his face, and he calmly looked down at the silencer at the end of his gun. "Found it boss."

Don't worry, everything should come together and make sense by the end of the next chapter. (heh, the psuedo plot-hole will be filled. XD) Oh yeah, since I'm not getting much feedback, the next chapter will probably be the last, or at least close to the last, one. (Considering it's going to wrap everything up. Yeah, and it's going to be Reno-filled, because, well, it has to be XD)

Sequels anyone? Or maybe I could write this from Reno's POV. Heeeeey, that might be interesting…

Oh yeah, here's a short part of the fic that never made it…for…erm, obvious reasons:

Something moved quickly in the corner of the room. Tseng whipped out his gun and shot at the moving target, only stopping when he heard, "Argh! My Penis! You shot it off!"

Satisfied, and a bit disturbed, the Turk ran into the next room to catch up with Rufus.

Here's another from last chapter, when Rufus walked in on Juno and Tseng:

Juno stopped molesting Tseng for a moment, and turned towards her son. She roughly pushed herself away from the Wutian Turk and headed towards Rufus, her arms outstretched.

"Comon baby, how 'bout a hug?" She slurred, stopping only a few feet away from her son.

Rufus raised a thin eyebrow "Erm, I would but you know…. Cooties"