What? The OCs just excessive baggage? Why, thank you. And don't comment about my use of the word sempai. They say it in the game, so there.

What Goes Wrong

Two female Turks sat in the living room area, one facing the other. Somehow, no one was there anymore. According to one of them, the others had been drinking tea until just a while ago. The smell was still traveling faintly in the air. The other just shrugged. Like she cared if the others were drinking tea. As long as they weren't drinking drinking, it didn't matter if they excluded her.

The first was Trisha. Known as the Turk who entered at the youngest age, she still keeps the title today. Her curly short hair was the same color as Zeneon's. Her eyes were the also the same rusty sort of red. Though she was pretty much the youngest, she was like a worried old mother to the other Turks, looking after them all of the time. She sat quietly waiting for her long time partner, Tolegio.

The other was Jaweli, the former hunter. Her long blonde hair was tied back as usual. Her tannish eyes sparkled with excitement that was seemingly endless. Her wealthy background made her slightly pompous. She always had a thing for big, action-filled missions, but tended to become bored by small ones. She was also a big show-off, so she wasn't one of the best to choose for secret missions, but she was trust-worthy all the same.

The two sat, Jaweli cracking jokes, while Trisha remained silent. Maybe if she ignored it, it would go away. No, it wouldn't, she had know her too long to believe that. She sighed, she hoped someone else would arrive soon; this was getting a little tiring. That was an understatement, a little being the keyword. Maybe she would just go look for Tolegio…

Just as Trisha was debating her next action, Delmreug came in an unusual piece of luggage. He put it down on the edge of a sofa. After making sure it wouldn't fall over, he took a seat next to Jaweli. Jaweli just stared at the thing that he set down,

"Where'd you find a girl?" she asked. Still gawking at the unconscious thing on her sofa. Trisha stared, but at Delmreug, awaiting the answer as well.

"In the hallway," he answered crisply, "She was an intruder that claims to know Zeneon from his gang days."

A bright smile spread suddenly across Jewel's face,

"Ooh! Our little Zenny?" she squealed, "Is it young love? Tell me Delmreug; is it bright, happy, wonderful, blissful young love?"

Delmreug's eyebrow made an annoyed little twitch, "It seemed much more urgent then that, Jaweli. And we aren't young anymore; we're all in our twenties."

Another man walked into the common-room of sorts. The man was a former detective, who once got himself in a heap of trouble. This one was had a thick build. His short brown hair was streaked periodically with grey, and the stubble on his strong jaw was starting to just make him look old instead of style-ish. His dark eyes were looking a little shocked as he trotted in. He seemed to be bearing bad news. Everyone in the room turned to listen,

"Oh, I'm glad you are all here," he said quickly and quietly, "I came to find and tell you all something," his speech was interrupted by him clearing his throat, "...err, Tolegio has finally been taken to the Infirmary. His Geostigma flared up something bad today."

Trisha immediately ran past the man and out of the door. Said door close behind her. The man sighed and fell onto the spot where she was sitting,

"Poor kid," he sighed, kneading the space between his eyebrows.

"You said it, Sousuke," said Jaweli, "How long have they been partners now? It's got to be at least a decade."

"They've been partners before any of us were Turks," answered Delmreug solemnly, "But we have something important as well," he gestured towards the girl he had found earlier.

"I was wondering about that," said Sousuke, rubbing the stubble on his chin, "You know I hate getting civilians involved in anything, right?"

Delmreug took out a gun to clean, "She was an intruder, and quite a good one at that. Her infiltration was very calculated, and she was very good at getting through security. She said something about being the communications worker and hacker for Zeneon's old gang. I believe her completely, her actions are proof enough," his expression seemed to change slightly, "However; I find it odd that she didn't even put up a fight. Don't gang members usually have at least a little fighting power?"

"Although, if she gets you to talk that much, she must be something," said Sousuke with a bit of fondness in his voice, "If you want me to take her to where Zeneon is, I'll be more than happy to."

"Thank you, Sousuke. She's rather heavy."

Sousuke got up and stretched. With one hand, he scooped the girl off the couch and placed her gently onto his shoulder,

"Maybe for a skinny kid like you, Delmreug."

He started walking towards the exit, when Jaweli sprang up,

"Wait, I'm coming too!" she grinned at the still unconscious intruder. She flicked the girl's forehead, yet the intruder continued to be just as non-responding as before, "I want to see Zeneon's face when he sees little old you!"

Delmreug sat alone in the tiny living room cleaning his weapon. The everyday of a Turk.

Marsha, her gait more like a smooth glide, skimmed across the hallways. Her feet made no sound as they traveled the metallic halls. That was partially because of her graceful form, but she had also learned to walk soundlessly when she was a still a mercenary. Her watchful eyes caught something flying around the corner towards her. She stopped moving, noticing that bright red hair from that many yards away.

"Reno-sempai?"

"Marsha?"

The man known to the world as the fastest Turk didn't seem to know how to slam the breaks on in time. There would have been a head-on collision, if Marsha had not been a Turk herself. She jumped narrowly out of the way, resembling a frightened kangaroo. Reno began skidding to a stop a few feet from where she had stood. A long black mark was left on the metal-silver floor. The two fastest in the business stared at each other for a brief moment, before Reno began verbal spewage.

"Hey, Marsha," he began talking at max speed, something held tightly in one arm, "I'd love to talk to ya, but right now it's really, really important that I get to the President's office cause stuff happened, then more stuff happened, and bad stuff happened. So umm...err...see ya!"

The next moment, the man was already rounding a corner. Marsha just stood there, wondering what had spooked the guy so much. When she found out, it wasn't going to be all that pleasant.

"Marsha," said a voice, cutting across her pondering, "Marsha...Marsha!"

The woman's head snapped up, "Wha-, err...sorry Sousuke-san. Didn't see you there."

Sousuke adjusted the load on his shoulder, "Do you know where Zeneon is? I can't find him anywhere."

Marsha looked like she wanted to ask about the luggage Sousuke was carrying, but decided that it wasn't really worth it. Sousuke was bad at explaining things for a detective. She knew that even when she despised him,

"I haven't seen him since we left the lounge room," she answered, "Sorry about that."

"Hmm...well, thank you, Marsh..." he made a short pause, looking down. He inspected the skid mark on the ground; he recognized the look of it, "Is Reno-sempai back already?"

Marsha nodded.

"Hmm...I'd say that was quick."

I had to update, so I'm cutting off there. I was going to go all the way up to where, they are given their individual orders. But I have decided against it, since I wanted to put these two elements in diffrent chapters. Foolish decision I'm sure...

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