Sorry everybody. I wrote this chapter wrong. I ended it short, but now I have redone it. Sorry to do this to y'all but you're gonna have to wait for the next chapter. I have just now gotten back into writing it again. Anyway, I hope you like the updated version of chapter 3, and again I apologize.

LATER


Sephiroth sat at his desk, a look of boredom and borderline frustration on his face. He was tired and had been there all night, giving out orders and deciding who is to be promoted and who gets the boot. When he got through with what some would call "important" things, which he could care less about, he picked up a folder and a smile stretched across his face; an evil, treacherous smirk. The folder contained information about the group who had tried to stop Meteor and Sephiroth, but failed; a group widely known as AVALANCHE. President Sephiroth saw them as mere annoyances in his quest to completely rule the world. His hatred for them knew no bounds.

He tried to put aside his anger - so it could not blind him from seeing and thinking clearly – as he looked through the folder's contents. He saw the familiar faces of the ones for which his hatred burned so fiercely, and he saw one face which he had a particular disdain for, Aeris Gainsborough. He felt a renewed sense of satisfaction as he looked at her file and the "official" report of her death. He felt a slight sense of calm come about him as he remembered her demise. He had felt more satisfaction from her death than that of President Shinra at the hands of his mother, Jenova.

As his mind returned to the present, he focused on the file in his powerful hands. He saw all of the information that had been known about the group, and also the information that had been gathered by his current intelligence members. He read that they had escaped or fought off all of the previous scouts and patrols he had sent. And when the next team was sent, the member of AVALANCHE that had previously been there was nowhere to be found. There was no trace or evidence that they had ever been there; they covered their tracks well. He thought about this as he tried to control his renewed sense of anger. After thinking on this subject for a few moments, he smiled. If they wanted to play this game, then so would he. He looked down at the pages of the folder once more. Then, he made the decision of whom he would kill first. The file did not contain much information on the member he had picked, but it was enough. The file read something like this:
Cid Highwind

Age: 32

Birthplace: Unknown

Current Location: suspected to be living in Rocket Town

Birth date: February 22

Job: Pilot

Height: 5' 8"

Blood Type: B

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Weapon: Spear

Cid is the pilot of the Airship commonly referred to as "The Highwind." It once belonged to Shinra Inc. He is proficient with his weapon of choice; his spear known as the Venus Gospel. He is also an extremely capable pilot.
Sephiroth was mad his intelligence personnel for not knowing Cid's exact whereabouts, but was also happy he now had the chance to hunt Cid himself. He hadn't had this much fun since his major battle with Cloud. He pressed a button on his phone and spoke in a monotonous voice, with as sadistic smile on his face; to his secretary, "Get my gear ready, I'm going on a hunt tonight." He let go of the button and got up stretching a bit and yawning slightly as he did. He pushed his chair out of the way as he slowly and silently walked on the red carpeted floor to the elevator. A few minutes later he reached the 20th Floor where his gear was ready for him. He remembered the days when he would regularly where this and not the boring suit that he put on to entertain the public's feeble little minds. He thought little of them and longed to kill them all, but they would have to live to serve his purposes; to kill AVALANCHE.