Mission Mako Reactor No. 1
At a dilapidating church in the Sector 5 slums, a young lady quickly waters some of the flowers growing there.
"It's been said that flowers can't grow in Midgar, but they don't seem to have any trouble blooming here," the flower lady quietly muttered to herself as she gathered a basket. Tossing her chestnut-colored hair, she stepped out into the cold, dirty streets of the vast metropolis of Midgar. Midgar is a huge city made of metal created by the architectural masterminds of Shinra Inc., who also happen to own and govern the city. When someone visits this mammoth of a metropolis, they can feel the heaving breaths of the city not like a warm, friendly pet, but more like a sleeping beast you would rather not awaken. A metal plate where the rich people live rises out of the ground, supported by several large pillars of stone. Those less fortunate were forced down to ground level fifty meters below the plate where pollution and violence ruled their lives.
At that precise moment, a train from the train graveyard at the Sector 7 slums was due to arrive at Mako Reactor No. 1. As the enormous black train pulled to a stop at the station, a black-haired man wearing a red bandana and worn camouflage leggings hopped off the top of the train and a girl with light brown hair swung off of the second car. Shinra guards hurried over to check out what the commotion was about. Upon seeing their attire, they immediately took a hostile stance.
"Hey, you there! Stop! We're-" Unfortunately, the guard didn't manage to finish his sentence as he suddenly found himself soaring through the air. With a sickening crack, his backbone snapped as he hit the side of the train and crumpled to the ground. The other guard, drawing a shock baton, didn't notice the girl delivering a roundhouse kick to his abdomen. Grunting, the guard dropped his baton and flew towards the train. Still alive, he reached for his gun, but at that moment, a heavy-set man, who wore a gun where his right forearm should have been, leapt out of the compartment, conveniently landing on the guard's neck.
"Good work, Biggs, Jessie," the mammoth man bellowed at his comrades without a glance at the fallen guards, "Hurry it up! We don' have all day ya know!" Motioning with his hand as a fat, pudgy man with a red cap clambered rather clumsily off of the train compared to the other two people, the other two rebels disappeared into the arch leading to the reactor area.
"Come on newcomer! We can't wait for ya!" yelled the man. A blond-haired youth somersaulted over the roof of the train and landed neatly onto the platform. He had the looks of a seasoned veteran. At first glance, he didn't look as if he were capable of drawing the enormous sword he was carrying, but if you looked carefully, you would notice that he had a lean but amazingly strong build. His eyes also had a kind of unusual glow in them, setting him apart from the others, and his face looked like it rarely showed expression of any sort. He wore a simple, heavy, midnight blue cloth cut off at the shoulders and a strange silver medallion several inches in diameter bound to the area under his pectorals. His leggings were just as plain, and his boots were a dull black, reflecting almost no light. Around his right forearm he wore an armlet. These clothes were obviously not for show, but for practicality in whatever he did for a living.
"Stop showin' off, you gotta hurry it up if ya want your money!" With that, the man with the gun arm ran off, leaving the blond youth on the platform. As the blond youth began to follow the guy, two Shinra soldiers ran out to confront him.
Despite the lean looks of the blond youth, he drew his enormous sword with ease and rushed towards the nearest guard. The two guards opened fire on the youth, but they couldn't really have hoped to bring down someone with only half his caliber. For one, their aim was terrible, for they could barely hold the gun in a professional fashion, switching grips while their guns rocked out of control. Second, the youth was ready for them. With amazing agility, the youth sprinted towards his adversaries so quickly that to the soldiers, he would have appeared to be a blur of blue. Yet, despite his adept fighting skills, a couple of stray bullets managed to find their mark. Fortunately for the youth, the bullets bounced off just before they hit him. The seemingly useless scrap of metal the youth wore on his arm. The two small flares where the bullets hit the invisible energy shield, generated by the youth's natural bodily defenses. They were the only signs where the inept gunmen had managed to hit their opponent. Quickly slicing through the tendons behind the knees, he brought two soldiers to their knees. The blond youth slammed the blunt side of his blade down onto the head of one guard. Unconsciousness was immediate, and concussion was inevitable. As the other opened his mouth to yell for help, he found the hilt of the enormous sword rammed into his mouth. Deftly twisting the blade, the soldier's teeth were easily broken. Right when he was about to howl in pain, the hilt was suddenly yanked out of his mouth and slammed between his eyes. The poor soldier's howl of pain became a feeble choke as he choked on his own blood in his last moments of consciousness.
Wiping the blood off of his sword blade and hilt with the incapacitated guards' clothes and sheathing his sword, the blond youth followed the path the others had taken to the station roof complex. Midgar's roofs were like a city in themselves. Everything wound and ran into everything else, creating an impossible maze. After taking a breathtaking glance down into the much cleaner streets of the top plate, Cloud found himself with the rest of the group except the gun arm guy gathered at a rusty chain gate, which led into the reactor area. He could even hear the steam pressure valves opening and closing, creating a pneumatic hiss every now and then. The dark-haired fellow, who happened to be the lookout, noticed the blond youth.
"Hey, newcomer, I didn't catch your name…"
"It's Cloud," the blond youth replied.
"Nice to meet ya, I'm-"
"I don't care what your names are. Once this mission's over, I'm outta here."
"I hear that you're ex-SOLDIER. It's not every day you see one of those teaming up with AVALANCHE."
"SOLDIER? Aren't they the enemy?" the girl cracking the access codes for the gate inquired.
"He was in SOLDIER, Jessie. He's with us now." The dark-haired man answered. Suddenly, the big man with the gun arm appeared.
"Didn't I tell you not to move in a group? Move it!" the man bellowed at his troops as the girl broke the access codes and slid the gate open. Quickly, the rest of the gang dispersed into the reactor's main area. The man with the gun-arm stopped Cloud before he could get past.
"SOLDIER, huh? I don' trust ya!" Barret sneered as he took off. Cloud followed him to the reactor area, full of neon signs that almost nobody saw anyway.
After Cloud entered the first room inside the reactor, the girl, dark-haired youth, and the big man with the gun arm were waiting for him. The big man, obviously the leader, bellowed, "You! Newcomer! You ever been in a reactor?"
"Yeah. After all, I did work for Shinra ya know." Cloud responded.
"Alright, then let's go. You're coming with me now."
"Sure, whatever."
"I'm Barret. Anything you gotta say, say it later."
"Me and Biggs got the access codes to the reactor," piped up Jessie, as Biggs punched in the access code for the first door, which clanked open as valves became depressurized.
"Biggs, you gotta stay and be lookout." Barret growled as Jessie punched in the second access code for the other door.
Quickly slipping into an elevator, Cloud pushed the button to make them rise up to the reactor level.
"Don't ya know, these Mako reactors are suckin' the life outta the planet. The planet's weakenin' Cloud, don't you care?" Barret told Cloud.
"All I care about is getting through this mission before the Roboguards show up." Cloud replied, as the elevator churned to a stop. Rushing out of the elevator, Cloud followed Barret and Jessie as they descended the stairs into the reactor area. Suddenly, beams of concentrated ion beams hit the steps before them. Unsheathing his enormous buster sword, Cloud slid down the railing, deflecting the ion beams with his blade and neatly chopped the cannon off and sent it flying over the railing.
"Come on Cloud! We gotta get the bomb set before SOLDIER comes and catches us!" yelled Jessie as she and Barret disappeared into the doorway leading to the reactor core. Cloud quickly followed them into the doorway. Once inside, Cloud leapt across the gaping portion of missing concrete onto the opposite ledge and climbing down an iron ladder aging with rust. Shinra obviously didn't care much for their maintenance crews. Coming off of the ladder, Jessie ran over to the other ladder and took her position, watching for anyone dumb enough to try and come after them. After running down that ladder, as it was sloped gently enough not to require actual climbing, Cloud and Barret climbed down yet another ladder, arriving at the pipes above the reactor gangplank. Following pipes, Cloud and Barret came down onto the last of the rusty ladders. Climbing down that final ladder, Cloud and Barret finally found themselves at the reactor core gangplank. Running across the bridge to the actual core, Barret noticed a shiny green ball, no larger than a bottle cap. After pointing this out to his partner, Cloud knelt and examined the green object, finally declaring it to be a piece of Recovery Materia. In absolute confusion, Barret inquired him about this specific Materia.
"What the hell is this thing for?" Barret asked.
"We don't have time to play around, Barret. I'll tell you about it when we get back. We're in the middle of a critical aspect of the mission if you didn't notice. Unless, of course, you want SOLDIER to come and catch us," Cloud responded tensely. He doubted anything would happen, but nobody ever lived very long underestimating the enemy. Barret simply shrugged stood aside and watched Cloud expectantly.
"OK, now set the bomb." Barret ordered.
"Shouldn't you do it?" Cloud asked.
"No, I gotta watch to make sure you don' pull nothin'." Barret spewed out. Shrugging, Cloud suddenly remembered something, something in the past about a reactor…
"What's wrong? Hurry it up!" Barret interrupted.
"What? Oh, sorry…" Cloud murmured as he knelt to set the bomb. After a few seconds, right after he initiated the twenty-minute countdown, A clear metallic ring echoed throughout the chamber.
"Uh oh, something's here with us…" Cloud muttered as he drew his sword, preparing to annihilate whatever guarded Mako Reactor No. 1. In a split second, an enormous blood-red metal scorpion dropped to the railing with a sharp, clear clang and rose on its six thick legs of reinforced steel. At its full height, it towered over the two rebels, with two very businesslike rifles mounted onto its shoulders next to its head. Each was several feet long with a rather large hole at the end. There was no doubt that this machine would hit its target with guns like those. Behind it rose a scorpion-like tail, hence its name. However, instead of a sharp stinger, it had a high-power laser cannon attached. The head, if you could call it a head, possessed nothing but searching equipment. No doubt this machine was used to search and destroy. The "destroy" part was painfully obvious.
With a beam of light from its glowing eyes, it scanned the two unlucky men with its search scope. Not wanting to know what it was planning to do, Cloud quickly rushed at one of its legs, chopping down with his sword. As steel met steel, Cloud expected the leg to dent or crack, but instead, he felt a resonating shock as the blade rebounded back and knocked him across the floor. The resonating sound that had radiated from the connection still rang throughout the chamber.
"Damn, I should have thought the monster would have been reinforced with Mako Energy!" Cloud cursed. It meant that the fight would take longer than they originally thought it would, obviously not a good idea considering the bomb quietly ticking away in the background. Barret, noting the fact that the machine would not fall so easily, immediately aimed his right arm and opened fire. The metal scorpion reared on its hind legs, revealing huge rifles. It appeared to take careful aim and blasted huge shells at Cloud. Though they hit the ground before him, blasting two perfectly round holes in the platform, Cloud could actually feel the force of the blasts. These were substantially more powerful than the puny machine guns that the Shinra soldiers carried. Furiously, Cloud slid right in front of the metal scorpion and leaped up. As he came back down, He brought his buster sword hard down on the crown of the scorpion's head. He heard the grinding, tearing sound of metal, and knew that he had severely damaged his target's ability to sense them. The scorpion fired again, but this time it targeted Barret. Because of his bulging muscles, Barret's shield from his armlet, located at the base of his gun, could have easily taken the hit, but the force of the blast from the scorpion knocked him against the railing. Barret could feel the railing creaking from the amount of force applied on it by the shells. After a couple of bullets punched out one of its glowing eyes, Cloud saw the tail of the scorpion rise.
"Cease fire! The machine is set to use a powerful laser against us if we attack it now! Wait for the tail to go back down!" Shaking, the metal scorpion waited for the attack that never came. Barret rose and took careful aim. Cloud began to scan for the next place to cut. It was a tense moment, as neither the scorpion nor the rebels made their move. As soon as the tail came down, Cloud slashed at the belly underneath, cutting vital power sources as Barret blasted at the head, further mangling it and decreasing its ability to ascertain their locations. Stumbling around from the loss of power and hampered detection abilities, it nearly crushed Cloud. However, a soldier of his caliber wouldn't be caught dead taking an accidental hit from a stumbling, half-dead opponent. Soon, the machine froze, its systems failing one by one. Cloud quickly slammed a devastating blow directed towards the Mako tanks located under the belly. By severing the cables that fueled the terrifying machine, its shielding ability would be drastically decreased. The tank bounced once on the ground and flew over the railing into the glowing pools below. In the meantime, the scorpion began firing rapidly and aimlessly. Several of its shells came within three feet of the bomb, and one or two shots hit Barret in the chest. As one of the legs swung towards Cloud, the mercenary grabbed at the leg and hitched a ride on its back. Using its tail laser, the scorpion blasted at the annoying target on his back. Cloud dove for the base of the tail, but the laser still managed to knick his body. Luckily, the shield managed to hold, but the backlash from the machine's erratic movements knocked Cloud loose. Grabbing at the tail base, Cloud barely managed to hold on. If he were to be thrown off of the hunk of metal, he was sure to perish in the pools of glowing Mako below. Raising his sword, he slammed the blade down onto the thinnest part of the tail, just as Barret blasted the laser. Knowing that they barely had enough time to escape from the reactor before the bomb blew them into oblivion, Cloud slashed open the rest of the cables. The machine froze for three or four seconds as Barret frantically fired at the machine's sensors. Cloud looked for the machine's Achilles heel: the CPU component. He used his sword to cut a hole in metal casing. The scorpion's shields gone, the steel parted like butter. Quickly locating the CPU component, Cloud delivered the final blow to the deadly machine, smashing the CPU to pieces and rolling out of the way amid a shower of sparks. The badly battered and crippled body that was left crumpled loudly onto the platform.
"Hurry up! We have about ten minutes left to get out of here!" Cloud yelled at Barret as they sped towards the ladders. Barret didn't need any more reminders. Grumbling something about who was supposed to be giving the orders, he raced after Cloud. Climbing up the several sets of ladders, they finally reached Jessie, who seemed to be having some trouble.
"Jessie! What's goin' on? This place is gonna blow sky high!" Barret said.
"My foot's stuck!" Jessie wailed as she attempted to free herself. Quickly, Cloud freed her leg and the three of them ran off away from the complex. As they neared the flights of stairs, Cloud checked his clock. They had four minutes to climb the stairs, take the elevator down, and escape from the reactor. After pounding up the stairs at a speed that would shame an Olympian gold medallist, the elevator seemed to take forever in descending them to reactor level four. As soon as the doors slid open, the three rushed out. When they reached Biggs, they had less than a minute to get out of the reactor. The four tore off across the main hallway and met Wedge, the small fat guy, on the bridge.
"We don't have enough time to get out the other way! We're gonna have to find another way out!" Wedge called. Looking towards his right, Cloud found another door. Not bothering to find out if it was locked, Cloud aimed and slammed his shoulder guard into the door, breaking the door free. The five of them piled into the small tunnel just as a huge explosion rocked the entire reactor. Waves of searing heat burst from the reactor doorway and engulfed the bridge they had been on only seconds earlier, melting some parts of the bridge. The shock waves caused by the bomb and the reactor caused the beginning of tunnel to cave in, trapping the four of them. Luckily, the rest of the tunnel held, preventing their getting crushed. Jessie, the explosive expert, began to set a minor explosive to get them out of the fix they were in. Setting the bomb, she said, "OK, everyone get back!" The team scrambled towards the opposite side of the wall as the bomb opened a passage for them to get out. The five rebels tumbled out of the rubble. Wedge was a bit slow and got his behind burned a bit. He hopped around furiously, slapping his ass in order to put out the flames.
"Alright, split up and we'll meet up on the train!" Barret ordered, and everyone but Cloud ran off in different directions.
"H-hey-" Cloud stammered as Barret turned to leave.
"If it's about yer money, wait 'til we get back." Shrugging, Cloud followed Barret up the set of stairs towards the Sector 5 station. Separating at a fork in the road, Cloud wandered around the streets, looking at the havoc they had created. Billboards were torn, streets were littered with paper and soda bottles, and the dwellings looked as if they had weathered a nuclear attack. The city streets were in a sorry state. He found his way to the Sector 5 station. It was a short distance away if you knew which way to go. They were supposed to meet at the Sector 8 station since the Sector 1 station would have attracted too much attention already because of the four Shinra soldiers that were killed. This was just Cloud's way of accomplishing two things he loved to do. One was to avoid Shinra. The second was annoying Barret. He knew that Barret didn't like it when people didn't follow his plans. He wound his way through the destroyed train station. Barret wouldn't like it, but Cloud was planning to hop the train from here. It would easily eliminate any need to deal with soldiers because they wouldn't be searching the slums for the saboteurs. Station workers were running around everywhere, and one, not looking where he was running, knocked a lady in a pink dress and red denim jacket holding a basket of flowers onto the ground. Strolling over, trying to look like an innocent bystander, Cloud reached down and helped her up.
"What's going on?" the flower lady asked Cloud.
"Nothing," Cloud replied nonchalantly.
"Would you care to buy a flower? They're only a Gil." She asked, peering teasingly at him.
"Sure, why not? You don't see many flowers around," Cloud said, forking over a Gil for a flower. This lady wasn't like one of those corny old ladies wandering around trying to look like they were being good when in reality they snapped at others faster than it would take for a starving alligator to find a morsel of meat. He actually felt she was being sincere and that she was just nice to people in general. Or maybe he was just captivated by her eyes. They sparkled like the night sky if you could ever see it from Midgar. She just had that natural kind of beauty that you could rarely find anywhere, even in a place like Midgar.
"Thank you!" said the flower lady jubilantly.
"Where do you come from, anyway? You don't look like you live on the upper plate," Cloud asked her.
"Oh, I come from the Sector 5 slums. I wouldn't tell you exactly where though. You don't look as if you come from around here either," the flower lady teased. Feeling slightly embarrassed by the remark, Cloud shuffled his feet nervously. He should have known that a slum-girl would have more intelligence than an average lady from the plate would. If he said something stupid like that again, he'd probably babble about how he blew up the reactor.
"Oh, don't be angry! I was only teasing!" the flower lady quickly apologized, clearly feeling bad about what she had done.
"It's all right, don't worry about it," Cloud murmured, being careful with his words, "It's nothing."
"Oh, good," she replied, relieved, "What are you doing up here anyway? It's pretty late."
"Oh, I'm the nighttime kind of guy. There's nothing like hanging around at night away from all of the commotion. Nothing ever closes these days, and it's quiet out here at night. What about you? Why are you selling flowers now of all times?"
"There are still people around here. It's always good to be doing business at this time. The upper plate is so busy during the day, and the pollution in the air makes it feel so hot! It's much cooler during the night and more peaceful."
"That's true, you don't get any quiet during the day, and those bodies must generate a ton of heat. You don't get much money from doing this, do you?"
"No, but it's more than just the money-" the flower lady replied slowly.
"Oh, then I won't keep you. Good night," Cloud told her, bowing slightly. But as he twisted around, the flower lady burst out, "Why are you carrying that huge sword? I don't want to sound rude or nosy or anything, but-"
"Well," Cloud cut in, without turning around, "It's like you said. I'm not from around here, and you gotta take care of yourself in the slums, right?" With that he quickly walked away. He didn't want to miss the train and his chance to make a big entrance. The lady shouted, "Well, it was nice meeting you!" With a quick wave back to acknowledge that he heard her, Cloud disappeared down the street. Upon arriving at the station, he found it to be in utter ruin. Unfortunately, some fallen boulders from the broken ceiling above obstructed his path. When nobody was nearby, Cloud mentally reached into his pool of magic reserves and shaped it into sizzling bolts of energy. Directing the energy at the largest of the boulders, Cloud sent a single concentrated beam of electric energy. The rock absorbed the beam, but soon, it was unable to contain the energy. After a few seconds, the boulder exploded from the magnitude of power created by the bolt, clearing a path through the rubble.
Winding his way past into the streets behind the station, two Shinra soldiers came running after him, yelling for him to stop. Cloud stopped all right, but the guards came a little bit too close. Once in range, Cloud pulled from the sources of magic deep within him and sent bolts of lightning sizzling and frying their bodies. Taking his sword, he quickly whacked each of them on the head with the flat end of his blade. Walking into the intersection, three more soldiers tried to stop him. Cloud spun his blade, using the momentum to catch a soldier underneath his chest armor and slammed him into another one. Quickly bringing his sword down onto the helmet of the downed soldier, Cloud cracked his skull. Using more of his magical energy, Cloud used his magical energy to freeze the air around the last soldier, causing the air to form sharp shards of ice, which cut into his skin. Grabbing the soldier by the collar of his uniform, Cloud smashed the man's face with the flat of his sword. Incapacitating these soldiers really annoyed him as they could barely do anything to stop him. Quickly wiping the blood off of his sword with the MP's uniform. Running in the opposite direction, several more soldiers appeared. Cloud charged towards them, as these soldiers weren't armed with guns but electrically charged batons. As he neared them, they paused to charge their batons. One made the mistake of looking away, and Cloud ran his sword through the shoddy armor that he wore so easily that Cloud thought the idiot probably didn't even put his armor on right. Jerking his sword out of the soldier's ruined body and leaving him gasping for breath through torn lungs, Cloud expertly flicked the fatally wounded soldier's blood, into the eyes of his comrades. Sliding him off of his blade, Cloud left him to die as another MP tried to shock him. Conveniently grabbing the third MP, Cloud swung him in front of the offensive. In doing so, however, Cloud tripped as he threw the soldier towards the baton. A fourth managed to shock him in the back. Cloud's shield managed to hold, but he was becoming physically exhausted, a dangerous sign that his energy shield was about to die out. It didn't matter so long as he got some rest before fighting again. Rolling away from another offensive, Cloud found himself right by the overpass. He could already feel the train's rumbles underneath. As the remaining soldiers surrounded him, Cloud simply stood still, waiting for the train.
"You got nowhere to run now, so you better surrender!" one of the soldiers stupidly challenged. Shrugging, Cloud replied, "I got better things to do than mess around with you nutters!" With that, Cloud ran and leapt off of the overpass, just as the train came out from underneath. In a few seconds, before the soldiers could draw their guns and take proper aim, the train disappeared into the tunnel with Cloud on top if it.
Meanwhile, inside the train, the rest of the group was sitting in the cargo area.
"Where do you think Cloud is? Do you think they killed him?" Jessie wondered aloud.
"You think he's alright Barret?" Wedge asked,
"Damn! What you think I am? A mind reader? How the hell would I know?"
"What about our money, Barret?" Biggs inquired.
"Shu' up! Wait 'til we're back at the hideout!" Barret bellowed as something clunked on top of the cart. Suddenly, the door slid open and Cloud came swinging in.
"Cloud!" Jessie, Biggs, and Wedge exclaimed in unison, impressed by his entrance. Obviously, they were happy to see him.
"Looks like I'm a bit late," Cloud smirked, knowing he would piss Barret off.
"Damn right you're late! Where the hell were ya?" Barret bellowed at Cloud.
"Aww, don't tell me you were worried about me," Cloud said, his eyes twinkling with mirth.
"Don' give me none of that! That's comin' outta your share smart mouth!" Barret scolded and moved into the passenger car, grumbling, "Damned know-it-alls…"
"You were great back there!" Wedge said as he followed Barret into the next car.
"That was some explosion," Biggs admired as he followed Wedge.
"Oh, Cloud, your face is pitch black," Jessie said, wiping his face clean of soot. "I'll close this," she said, shutting the door. "Listen, thanks for helping me out back there at the reactor. Next time, we'll do even better!" With that, Jessie and Cloud followed Biggs. Upon seeing Barret, the passengers all scrambled into the next car. The last passenger, a Shinra manager, muttered, "Hoo boy," under his breath as he left.
"Hey, look, it just got empty all of a sudden." Barret said as he sat down in a chair. After a moment, he injected, "You see that damn pizza above us? That's what's killin' the planet."
"Why doesn't everyone move up onto the plate?" Cloud asked.
"Mebbe 'cause they don't have money. Or maybe, they love their land."
"I know, nobody lives in the slums because they like to," Cloud said, glancing out the window, "A floating city. Pretty unsettling scenery."
"Never thought I'd hear somethin' like that comin' outta your mouth," Barret chuckled as the train rumbled on. Apparently, Barret thought he had cracked a hilarious joke, but nobody really thought it was anything decent. Cloud wandered over to where Jessie was, next to a computer display screen.
"What's going on?" Cloud asked, not really wanting to know.
"Here, come look at this. It's model of Midgar," Jessie explained in earnest, as a
demonstration appeared on the screen, "It's about a 1/10,000 scale. Pretty impressive. See, there's Reactor Number 1, then 2, then 3, and so on all the way to 8." In the lowest whisper, she added, "The Number 1 reactor is up at the top, due north." Resuming her normal tone of voice, she continued, "The sectors used to have names, but now they're only known by a number. That's the way it turned out." As the computer began to show dots spiraling out of the center, Jessie explained, "Those dots are the tracks that we're on right now. Every now and then, there's an ID checkpoint, where Shinra checks the ID's of everyone on the train and checks it against their database at headquarters." Lowering her voice, she added, "We would definitely look suspicious, so we're using fake ID's. Don't worry about it though, those sensors are really easy to fool if you have the right tools and prepare everything beforehand. They never upgrade their sensor technology. Funny, huh? They spend millions of Gil building an empire and don't upgrade the city security." Seconds later, a bright flash illuminated the entire compartment.
"Speak of the devil…" Jessie muttered as the moment passed without incident.
"Last stop, Train Graveyard. Time is 12:08 AM," came the conductor's voice over the loudspeaker as the train squealed to a stop at the Sector 7 station.