All characters pertaining to Final Fantasy 7 belong to Squaresoft/Square Enix and the creators of Final Fantasy. Victoria is my own creation within the Final Fantasy Realm.
Chapter Two: It Begins
Tucking her shirttails into her pants as she dashes down the halls, dodging one secretary and around professors only to do it over again until she got to the proper floor. Skidding to a stop at an office door, she regains her composure before stepping into the sight of the metal sliding doors. Running her fingers through her hair to keep it looking neat as it can look being soaked. She thinks to herself as she stares at her reflection, I look like a wet dog left out in a monsoon. As the doors slide open, a blonde woman wearing a red dress with a slit up to her hip exits with her nose stuck up in the air after seeing Victoria. Muttering something under her breath the woman laughs in her deep-set voice. Her mouth covered by the back of her hand as she cackles. Victoria only shakes her head and proceeds into the room without a word. Saying anything to that woman would only cause her trouble. I'll deal with you later. Victoria smirks to herself as she stares at the man in a blue suit with his back to her.
Standing at the window, looking out over the city, Tseng's hands clasp around his arms behind his back. Fidgeting with something in-between his fingers, she can't make out what it is. He turns slowly to look at her, blinking only once as a response, he turns back to the window as if it were more entertaining than what she had to say. He slips the object into his pocket to hide it from her sight, although she caught glimpse of something pink. Only a quizzical look came as a reaction, best not to intrude yet.
"You wanted to see me, sir."
"How long have you been with us, Victoria?"
"Sir?", confused now more than ever.
Getting no response from the man, she sighs. Feeling obligated to answer the question with quickness and without much thought. It came as if with instinct, she has been through this multiple times, as if she wasn't a Turk for years.
"I have been with ShinRa since I reached adolescence, sir. As for how long I have been in the Turks, I should have to guess around two years or so."
"You have never caused mistakes, made a wrong judgment, or failed a task at hand?" "No, sir.", why does he seem so pleased?
Silence answered her once again. Why does he doubt my skills? He has seen what I can do, what I am capable of. Her curiosity is getting the best of her again, startled as he moves she watches intently. Moving to place his hand against the window, he sighs the heat from his hand causes the window to slightly fog. Placing his weight against the window, he props his foot behind his other foot. He shook his head slightly, doubt clouds his mind. Along with other thoughts of the object that weighs his pocket down. Too many things to deal with for one person. Victoria shows a sign of worry for a moment but it vanishes with a glance from Tseng.
"It is too soon for you to undergo this sort of thing, but I have my orders."
He turns to gaze down at her, his arms behind his back and his stance was as if he were undergoing inspection. She felt like a child, and hated it when he would do this sort of thing to her. He has been doing this to her for as long as he has known her. Her hair drips onto her face and his boots. He glances down at his shoes and frowns for a second. She stood at attention and waited her orders, dreading the outcome.
"You are to report to Mako Reactor One to see what damage has been done since the explosion. Then you are to report back here. From here you will receive new orders along with the following."
His foot tapped a box then sliding it across the floor with a push, stopping as it slightly taps her boots. Gazing down at the box curiously, she reaches for it and his voice interrupted her actions.
"It is to be opened when you get back."
"Yes, sir", she cringes, she hates being ignorant of important matters.
"That is all for now. Leave the box and attend your assignment."
He turns slowly back to the window and gazes out again. His hang reaches into his pocket again and she notices he is fingering something in there. She makes her leave of him and scratches the top of her head in thought as she reaches the hallway. Shaking the thoughts of doubt from her mind, she paces herself down to the first floor. I should get dry. No, no! Deal with the task! She wipes droplets of water from her face and neck.
"Walking might just clear my head. Although, I am being timed."
Sighing she changed her direction, heading for the train station.