Fifteen minutes before eight o'clock, Zing had knocked at Elena's door and escorted her to a small armory. Roth was already there waiting. He smiled as Elena walked in.

"I wasn't sure what kind of rifle you were most comfortable with, so I figured you could pick it out yourself." He gestured with his arm to the rack of weapons behind him.

Elena walked over and scanned the gun rack. Settling on a model that was pretty close to the gun issued by Shinra, she tapped the barrel of the weapon with her finger. "This one will work."

Roth handed her the gun and turned to go through a large box. He tossed a small box of ammo and a pair of night vision goggles to her.

"Rohan is our sharpshooter. He's stationed across the street. You'll join him and help him take out any unauthorized people that try to enter the shack. You'll know the authorized people when you see them. When you look at them through these," he pointed to the goggles "you'll notice the hems of their pants glow a bright green. There's a special band of aluminum bonded with a fluorine compound that reacts to the type of light the goggles transmit – but you really don't need to know that. Just know anyone without that glowing band needs to be...taken care of. You can wear this bracelet for now until we can outfit your clothes. Your radio is up with Rohan already, he can fill you in on the rest."

He walked across the room and picked up a small paisley print bag. "All our weapons disassemble. Break it down and take it up in this."

Elena twisted the muzzle off the gun and broke it down into various pieces and placed them in the bag. When she was done, Zing walked her out and took her upstairs. They walked across the street and Zing pointed at a fire escape.

"Up there." He handed the bag to Elena after she had climbed to the top of the first small landing, and then watched as she made her way up to the top.

Elena threw the bag onto the cement roof and then hopped over the edge of the roof. She looked around the roof, but didn't see anyone; just numerous shadows. She put on the night vision goggles and inspected the area again. Sure enough, she saw the outline of a body, and two bright green hems. She walked over to the prone body and spoke up. "...Rohan?"

Rohan took his attention off the street below him and looked at the stranger approaching, ready to whip his gun around lightning quick if need be, but then noticed the bright green band around the 'intruders' wrist. He reached over and picked up the extra walkie-talkie and handed it to Elena as she walked closer to him. "Keep it on channel 8. We use these when we need a clean-up."

"Clean-up?"

"The people assigned to dispose of the bodies."

"Oh, right."

Elena unzipped the bag and put her rifle back together and assumed the classic sniper position next to Rohan. She was just about to try and weasel some information from him until she was interrupted by soft laughter from the street below. A teenage couple was strolling down the street, holding hands and laughing. They stopped a few yards away from the shack and pressed their bodies together. After a few minutes, Elena could see the girl break apart to whisper something to the boy. They looked around the street and began to head toward the shack. 'No, no! Don't!' Elena screamed to herself. It wouldn't be the first time she'd shot a person, but it would be the first time she'd killed a kid. Rohan nudged her with his elbow. "You take the girl. Wait for my count."

The couple was still strolling towards the shack, oblivious to the fate that awaited them. Only a few feet away from the steps, Elena heard Rohan. "Now."

Elena already had the girl in her scope. She steadied her breath and pulled the trigger. Rohan's gun went off at almost the same time, and the two muffled 'pangs' resounded through the night air.

Using the scope of her rifle to magnify the image, Elena looked at her work. Right on target. She could see the hole the bullet had made on the girl's temple. Feeling sick, she quickly looked away. Rohan calmly picked up the radio next to him and called the 'clean-up crew'. In a matter of seconds, two dark clad figures with the telltale green bands picked the couple up by the ankles and dragged them away.

She desperately wanted to start some sort of conversation with Rohan, but knew that if the group was going to take her seriously as a sniper, she had to stay quiet and focused. Trying not to think about what she had just done, Elena watched the street through the goggles for the rest of the night.

Elena and Rohan were finally allowed to leave early the next morning. Snipers weren't needed in the day; AGP had a few people conveniently posted out in front.

Elena went back to her room and flopped on the bed, completely drained. It wasn't long before she fell into a troubled sleep.

A few hours later, she awoke to a loud knock on her door. Rolling of the bed, she answered the door. It was Roth.

"Nice work last night."

Elena shook the sleep off and composed herself. "Told you I'm a good shot."

Roth laughed. "...Have you had breakfast yet?"

Elena shook her head.

"Lunch?"

She shook her head again. "Nope. But at least I have an appetite worked up."

Roth smiled and held his arm out. "Good, because it's happy hour at my favorite restaurant," He winked as Elena wound her arm though his.

During lunch with Roth, Elena had managed to get quite a bit of information out or Roth. The AGP leader was undoubtedly Roth and the group had been around for quite some time. Roth had been somewhat hesitant when she asked how many people the group had. He danced around the question by saying something about 'less than we'd anticipated at this point' and turned the conversation back to Elena's 'group'.

"I do believe you said something about getting us more weapons. As could tell from last night, we are in need of more arms."

A light bulb went on in Elena's head. Why not have one of the other Turks pose as the weapon shop owner? She thought briefly about any negative consequences the suggestion might have. She didn't see what harm could be done and spoke up. "Yup. In fact, I was thinking about having him come out here. He could bring us whatever we need."

Roth nodded. "We need more of everything. And ammo. The sooner, the better. I assume he can also be trusted...?"

"One of my best," Elena confirmed.

The two finished their lunch and walked back. Elena headed to her quarters to page Tseng.

Tseng had been pouring himself a much needed cup of coffee when the pager in his inside coat pocket started to vibrate. Narrowly avoiding spilling the hot liquid on him, he set his cup down and took out the pager.

"Need fake weapon store owner. Send with guns and ammo. Can't confirm number. Meet tomorrow at South entrance noon. E"

Tseng stared at the message, aghast. What was Elena thinking? Rude, Reno and himself didn't exactly blend into a crowd easily. Rude was at least a foot taller than anyone he knew, Reno had that hair, and Tseng had his trademark dot. Tseng rubbed his temples and yelled for the other two to sit down. Rude and Reno waltzed in and sat on a couch as Tseng explained the Elena's message to them.

"We can't not go and leave her hanging. The least conspicuous looking one of us will have to go to Garin," Tseng finished.

The three stared at one another, trying to figure out that last part. At last, Reno spoke up.

"That's definitely Rude. Take off the glasses, put on a wig, get some new clothes...you got yourself a whole new person."

Rude was about to protest until Tseng cut in. "I think he's right, Rude. I don't think I've even seen you without that suit and the glasses."

Not one to disobey orders - even indirect orders, Rude complied.

After an afternoon of shopping for new clothes, and picking up some unlabeled guns and ammo to bring with him, Rude was ready to fly out to Garin.

Elena had been getting ready to go back up to the top of the factory when her pager went off. She stifled a laugh as she read that Rude would be there the next morning. It did make sense, she guessed. Even with his stature, no one but his mom would recognize him without the standard Turk issue blue suit. She cleared the message from the pager and stuck it back in her pocket. As she walked out the door, she bumped into Roth. "Evening," he greeted her.

"Hey, Roth."

"...Aren't you forgetting something?" He pointed at her wrist.

"Oops! Not much of a jewelry person, I guess," Elena laughed as she headed back to her quarters to get the metal bracelet. She came out a few seconds later with it on.

"Well, I'd better get up there," she excused herself and headed toward the ladder with her gun in the paisley bag.

Roth shook his head. She would defiantly be an asset to AGP, even though she could be a little...forgetful. He walked into her room, and knelt by the bag she had brought. Grabbing the shorts and pants that she had brought, he was about to leave to have the metal inserted in the hem when a piece of paper caught his eye. Not so much the paper, but the logo on the paper; it was the Shinra Electric Company logo.

Roth dropped the clothes to the floor and read the note.

"Elena- Yesterday in the elevator, I meant to apologize for some of the things I've said to you during the past few weeks. I didn't mean to hurt your feelings, ever. I never really had a family, and I guess I kind of adopted you as the little sister I never had. Good luck, and be careful. It would be too much trouble to have to go out and find another surrogate little sister. Your hunk of flaming hotness, Reno. P.S. If you ever mention this letter to anyone, I will hunt you down."

Reno...that name sounded familiar. He placed the clothes back like he'd found them and took the note back to his office. He had a bit of research to do.

As Lou opened the metal door leading to his office, Roth stopped to look at him. "Hey Lou, the name 'Reno' ring any bells?"

Lou looked at Roth questioningly. Roth held up the note for him to see.

"Shinra? That's gotta be that Turk!"

'That's it!' Thought Roth. He nodded at Lou. "Thanks. I think Elena and her friend are going to get a little surprise tomorrow..."