This is so very not shooting for accuracy. Especially when Before Crisis comes out. Damn you square-enix, why do you have this passion for mobile phones?

On another note Tseng finally makes his entrance and for some reason It's very difficult to stop making him act like Sanzo. Oh well. Call it a mood swing and he can get nicer in chapter 3.

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Day 2 : Interlogue

Tseng sat silently at the long, polished table, almost listening to what Heidegger was saying. He imagined a fog spreading out from the large man and condensing on the high-gloss finish.

It was some kind of miracle that the custodians kept cleaning the table at the beginning of every meeting.

Palmer pawed at the tabletop depressingly, pushing a stray piece of paper around in circles. Around him was a halo of finger smudges.

Scarlet tapped her fingernails on the table and winked at the newly promoted Minister of Documents who tried to ignore her by looking attentive about the conversation.

It was not an unusual thing for a few of the members of Shinra electric co. to come together to have heated monologues. Even through the boredom, Scarlet flashing cleavage whenever someone looked at her, and Heidegger spitting whenever he started to get excited it was still much better than when anyone had an actual idea or plan.

Tseng shut out the noise around him and found a good spot to stare at.

…Nothing too difficult for the Turks" The president of Shinra was saying when Tseng woke up. He must have come in fairly recently as Heidegger was still sulking from being told to be quiet.

Tseng Straightened in his chair, "I hope you still understand that we're still very understaffed."

The president raised an eyebrow, "You don't think the Turks can handle this mission?"

He knows I wasn't listening, Tseng thought angrily. Now I have no idea what he's asking. "Of course we're capable, I'm just concerned about having members on hand in case there's other work or in case of an emergency."

"We are currently in no time of crisis and it is unnecessary to recruit more members."

Tseng held back a reply as he accepted an envelope from the president.

"That should be all for today."

Back at Turk Headquarters

"1..2..3-Lift!"

Tseng opened the front door to see a brand new 'Mr. Coffee' crab-walking across the lounge.

"Hey!" Greeted one of the pairs of legs, (which happened to be named Reno) dropping half of the coffee machine. "What's in the envelope?"

"I haven't looked it over yet. Why do we suddenly have a coffee machine?"

"Perks of the job," Reno replied while making quotes in the air. "Being as we're a highly valued unit"

There was silence as Tseng thought about that comment and the fact that the Turks currently consisted of three working staff.

"It was a joke you know. And mission accomplished by the way. We dropped him off for interrogation. The good doctor called a little while after, wanted to talk to him first I guess."

"Good. I'm going to go sort out a few things and organize the next job. That should probably go near an outlet."

Reno watched Tseng go to his office and close the door before getting back to helping Rude with the coffee machine.

"What do you suppose is wrong with him?"

"…"

"There's no one to talk to around here."

They put Mr. Coffee next to the couch and plugged it in.

"So," Reno said looking satisfied "Now that it's all set up let's see about getting a drink." And with that the two Turks took off for the liquor cabinet.

Later that evening

Knock Knock

The door to Tseng's office peeked open and Reno slipped in.

"You still working in here?" he asked, nudging the door closed with his hip.

"Yes." Tseng answered "Please don't sit there." He added as Reno made a seat out of the desk for himself and swung one leg up to land on a stack of forms.

"Is this a new job?" he asked, pulling a sheet of paper out from underneath himself.

"Yes. I've already spoken with you about getting drunk before eight o'clock haven't I?"

Reno made a face. "I am not drunk just so you know. I have a slight buzz."

"You smell like alcohol."

The red-haired Turk leaned back using the telephone as a headrest. "So what's the mission? Southern Forest…blah blah…mako fountain?"

"We're going to research five locations, retrieve some materia, and take a few pictures-general information gathering."

"We? Are we all going?"

"I'm going to have Rude stay here in case anything else comes up."

"…Is he going to be answering the phone and the door and stuff like that?"

"Yes."

"Hahaha.Haha."

"Rude is very reliable and I trust him to look after things."

Reno made a sad face. "And I'm not?"

"I could arrange for you to stay here if you like."

"No thank you."

"Are you going to get off my desk now?"

"Nah. You're in an awfully sour mood today by the way."

In four quick movements Reno was removed from the desk.

"Hey!" He complained, vengefully taking a pile of files with him onto the floor.

"I have a lot of work to do."

"Don't need to be an ass and take it out on me."

Tseng paused for a moment.

"You might be right." He said, reaching down to help Reno up of off the floor. "It's been a long few days"

"That's ok!" Reno replied as he leveraged himself against the edge of the desk and made short work of pinning Tseng to the floor.

"I feel much better now." He added cheerily.

Tseng turned a sort of reddish colour. "Get your knee off of my back."

"Alright, alright." Reno got up and very quickly hopped out of the office.

"See you tomorrow." He said closing the door behind himself.

Tseng regained his composure, slightly.

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Ok so somehow in chapter three I have to get the proverbial stick out of Tseng's posterior. Maybe I'll be forced to play through the first disc. Oh, the humanity.

I'll probably make editations (it's a word!) somewhere along the way. Oh, and I wanted to start adding bonus stories at the bottom of each chapter.

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Back somewhere in the future

Rufus rolled over in his sleep, his rifle resting against the side of the bead. If you listened very carefully you could hear him singing very quietly in his sleep a song that sounds like this: "…….Shinra….he's our new….pres-i-dent…"

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The chapter two thought process:

Plotage:

Tseng in meeting.

Tseng comes back.

Vendng machine installed.

Mission #2- ties into plot. (note to self: figure out a plot)

Gimli. Heidegger. Heidegger. Gimli. Heidegger. Gimli. Gimliger. Heidli. Subligar. No. Just no.