So Laguna now knows, watch him in action.

Not owning FFVIII...

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Laguna dragged his right foot over the carpeted area. When arriving at his briefing office he turned to his aides saying, "Uh, wait out here—or better yet, you guys can just go on break." Then adding with a nervous chuckle, "You know how Odine likes to talk!" Then he proceeded through the double doors.

Kiros spun on his heal and faced Ward. "He would usually invite us in to listen to Odine for him."

Ward nodded, "(Laguna's acting very strange. There's something that he is hiding.)" he thought to himself.

This secretive behavior of Laguna was recognizable, not that it was often that the president kept anything from his trusted aides, but the few times that he had, never went without notice.

Ward and Kiros made their way down the halls.

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Once he had shut the door, he turned and leaned on it for balance as he pulled his leg up to his chest. "Damn leg…"

"(Damn foo.)" Odine turned, "You called?"

Laguna hobbled over to the wing chair and plopped down. It felt better without any weight on it. "Yes, I have top-secret information to discuss with you."

Odine's face divided into a million pieces as an evil smirk spread across his ancient features. "Top-secret," he let the words roll smoothly off his tongue.

"And I'm in need of your expertise."

"Zere iz nossing Odine cannot do!" he shuffled himself closer to President Lorie. "Go on, go on. Tell me what eet iz."

"The girl you examined before, Sorceress Rinoa, Squall's girlfriend with the blue dress and—"

"Yes?"

"it has come to my attention, just a few moments ago, actually—"

"Yes?"

"via my little Elle's junction abilities, she is so cute—!"

"Yes, yes!"

"that Rinoa is the Sorceress Ultimecia."

Odine gasped loudly.

"Don't die on me, old man!" Laguna started to rise, but Odine motioned for him to stay seated.

"Zis iz incredible newz!" he paced wildly before Laguna. "Zat little gurl iz ze great sorceress? Does she know?"

"No."

"But just ssink of ze implications…!" he brought a hand over his head.

"Yes, that's what I came to you for. Is it possible that we could stop Ultimecia before she starts?"

"Eet iz a possibility. Let's try blowing her up right now!" Odine rushed to the doors, but Laguna was quicker and grabbed him by the collar.

"No, no, no, no, no. Not yet." Odine looked toward Laguna for explanation. "I want a sure-fire plan to be made for later use. Rinoa is… indispensable at the moment, and it's not like she's causing any trouble."

"Indizpensable…?"

Laguna released his collar. "Don't worry about it, just c'mon and let's get a plan together."

Odine turned his away from Laguna, "Eet takes time." He lowered his head and shadows were strewn all about his face. "I need ze time by my self."

Laguna pushed open the door. From within the doorway, he ordered, "Report to me as soon as you are done, and remember… this is a level blue operation—tell no one."

Odine's bun shook and the door clicked shut.

The scientist's eyes popped and he was off in a frenzy. "(If we in zis time have already seen Ultimecia, what makes anyone ssink that we can stop her from being? It would be interessing to put her in a room with an explosive device and see what happens, but oddly enough Laguna isn't moving on zis opportune moment…)"

He entered his password into a council, and the wall shifted and folded upward. He moved through the Palace Lab in search of something. Odine tossed aside the sheets that covered the inventions he had been meaning to get back to. Dust swirled in the low-ceilinged room, choking the little light there was, but still, Odine continued his search.

"(Eet iz obvious zat action vill never take place. Ze only mystery iz zat of how Sorceress Rinoa becomes Sorceress Ultimecia. Zere iz nossing anyone can do, or quite possibly nossing anyone will do… I don't know, but—)" Odine cast aside the final sheet, finding what he had been looking for. "Ah!" he said satisfied as he looked at his familiar handy work. "'Junction Machine Ellone!'" He touched the silvery cylinders, and spoke in a low tone, "Zere iz much for us to get done."

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Oh, no. Whatcha doin' there Odine? This can't be good...