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Disclaimer: The characters mentioned within this chapter belong to Square Inc, and as such are not credited to me. The settings belong to Square too, and I make no profit off this fic.
Chapter 5: The Real TURK Blues
The spicy liquid slid easily from the shot glass, to his stomach as he took it in one gulp. It burned on the way down, but it sure made him feel good. Better than what fighting that spiky-assed hero did, or working for Shinra. This was his tenth shot, yet still he held his balance in check, and did not fall from the stool he sat on, before the worn counter.
To his left sat a tall man in a blue business suit. His name was Rude, a man of little words and even little patience. He had been defeated afew times by Cloud's gang, for being reckless, and was determined to not let it happen again. To the man's right, sat Elena, a feisty blonde haired girl that spoke too much for her own good. The perky attitude she now took, signalled to him that she was about to speak, opening her mouth. He was quicker though, and shot a bullet through her tounge.
"Not now, Elena, I find it hard enough to escape reality, without you slicing through it with your idol chatter!" he told her bluntly, downing another shot glass of Wutai's Rum.
Beside him, Rude chuckled to himself, obviously amused by their leader's comment. He too was drinking, but more slowly, with a glass of Bundy in one hand, as the index finger of his left hand, traced the grooves of the counter, before them.
"But that little thief stole my bracelet, Reno! A Minerva Band is not easy to come by, it was-" she began, being rudely cut off.
"Irrelevant! Now if you would kindly talk to the wall beside you, I'd like to take my trip to hell now" Reno coldly expressed his concern for her material wealth, and loss.
Rude muttered afew words to himself, barely audible. He tended to do that alot, no matter whose presence he was in. He was never really an open person, and kept to himself alot.
Elena's face turned sour at not recieving any sympathy. She turned her stool, to place her back to Reno, and took a sip of her drink. The fan above them rotated slowly above them, keeping the bar, Turtle's Paradise, cool and bearable as opposed to the heat outside. The TURKs has found Wutai had the best bar, because it had the least tourists. The bar was small, and walls made of wood with outer paper material covering, giving it a semi- japanese look. The village was a back water one, and had been ever since the great war between Shinra and the nobles of the town. Now the town had hardly any Materia, and was good for nothing, but escape.
Reno slammed his shot glass down on the counter before him suddenly, bringing the attention of Rude and Elena to him.
"Dammit! Why must we be up shit creek without a paddle?" he asked himself more than the others, yet Elena felt inclined to answer.
"It's Avalanche. Because of them we are stuck here. Because of them we are out of work!"she complained.
"Because of them, we lost Tseng!" Reno added angrily, his fist tightening around the shot glass, threatening to break it.
"Reno! I know! I found him, bloodied upon the ground in the temple of Ancients, with a sword wound. I still can not sleep at night. He may have looked peaceful in death, but it surely would have been painful. I have nightmares even now, thinking of it." she recounted, and explained.
Reno dropped the glass and slid his hands down his face, scrubbing it, then bringing them back to brush through his fine hair. They were nothing now, and meant nothing to anyone. He was stumped on what they could do to get them out of this mess.
Suddenly a sound rang out from Rude's pocket, repeating over and over. Rude was quick to remove a small device and place it against his ear. "Yes?" he answered, in an emotionless tone.
Elena and Reno turned to him as he spoke, hummed and nodded to the person on the other end of the PHS, a small communication device.
"Who is it, Rude?" Elena asked, all perked up. Rude just issued her a signaled command with his hand That told her to be quiet.
Once he had finished, and replaced the PHS in his pocket, he finally composed himself to speak. Though he did not say much, the looks on both Reno's and Elena's faces brightened like a sun rising over the horizon defiantly. Short and brief, his words were.
"We have been recalled."
Disclaimer: The characters mentioned within this chapter belong to Square Inc, and as such are not credited to me. The settings belong to Square too, and I make no profit off this fic.
Chapter 5: The Real TURK Blues
The spicy liquid slid easily from the shot glass, to his stomach as he took it in one gulp. It burned on the way down, but it sure made him feel good. Better than what fighting that spiky-assed hero did, or working for Shinra. This was his tenth shot, yet still he held his balance in check, and did not fall from the stool he sat on, before the worn counter.
To his left sat a tall man in a blue business suit. His name was Rude, a man of little words and even little patience. He had been defeated afew times by Cloud's gang, for being reckless, and was determined to not let it happen again. To the man's right, sat Elena, a feisty blonde haired girl that spoke too much for her own good. The perky attitude she now took, signalled to him that she was about to speak, opening her mouth. He was quicker though, and shot a bullet through her tounge.
"Not now, Elena, I find it hard enough to escape reality, without you slicing through it with your idol chatter!" he told her bluntly, downing another shot glass of Wutai's Rum.
Beside him, Rude chuckled to himself, obviously amused by their leader's comment. He too was drinking, but more slowly, with a glass of Bundy in one hand, as the index finger of his left hand, traced the grooves of the counter, before them.
"But that little thief stole my bracelet, Reno! A Minerva Band is not easy to come by, it was-" she began, being rudely cut off.
"Irrelevant! Now if you would kindly talk to the wall beside you, I'd like to take my trip to hell now" Reno coldly expressed his concern for her material wealth, and loss.
Rude muttered afew words to himself, barely audible. He tended to do that alot, no matter whose presence he was in. He was never really an open person, and kept to himself alot.
Elena's face turned sour at not recieving any sympathy. She turned her stool, to place her back to Reno, and took a sip of her drink. The fan above them rotated slowly above them, keeping the bar, Turtle's Paradise, cool and bearable as opposed to the heat outside. The TURKs has found Wutai had the best bar, because it had the least tourists. The bar was small, and walls made of wood with outer paper material covering, giving it a semi- japanese look. The village was a back water one, and had been ever since the great war between Shinra and the nobles of the town. Now the town had hardly any Materia, and was good for nothing, but escape.
Reno slammed his shot glass down on the counter before him suddenly, bringing the attention of Rude and Elena to him.
"Dammit! Why must we be up shit creek without a paddle?" he asked himself more than the others, yet Elena felt inclined to answer.
"It's Avalanche. Because of them we are stuck here. Because of them we are out of work!"she complained.
"Because of them, we lost Tseng!" Reno added angrily, his fist tightening around the shot glass, threatening to break it.
"Reno! I know! I found him, bloodied upon the ground in the temple of Ancients, with a sword wound. I still can not sleep at night. He may have looked peaceful in death, but it surely would have been painful. I have nightmares even now, thinking of it." she recounted, and explained.
Reno dropped the glass and slid his hands down his face, scrubbing it, then bringing them back to brush through his fine hair. They were nothing now, and meant nothing to anyone. He was stumped on what they could do to get them out of this mess.
Suddenly a sound rang out from Rude's pocket, repeating over and over. Rude was quick to remove a small device and place it against his ear. "Yes?" he answered, in an emotionless tone.
Elena and Reno turned to him as he spoke, hummed and nodded to the person on the other end of the PHS, a small communication device.
"Who is it, Rude?" Elena asked, all perked up. Rude just issued her a signaled command with his hand That told her to be quiet.
Once he had finished, and replaced the PHS in his pocket, he finally composed himself to speak. Though he did not say much, the looks on both Reno's and Elena's faces brightened like a sun rising over the horizon defiantly. Short and brief, his words were.
"We have been recalled."