Lennounetteuh, you rocks my socks! Sorry, but this might end up a crappy chapter...

Mission and Separation

"Reno?" Zeneon stated, more than asked the jittery thing of red hair that just came bursting through the door. He had instinctively attacked the guy, who currently seemed to be more stressed out then he was.

"Boss the-"

Rufus Shinra, a rather quite man, looked up from some paperwork. He interrupted his subordinate's sentence,

"Did you get it, Reno?"

Reno looked ready to shout, his nervous spooked-outness turned to anger in a flash through being interrupted. He held himself down however, at the last moment. Shoving Zeneon out of the way through pure agitation, he stood in front of the desk. With the surprising strength hidden behind those skinny arms, Reno slammed a box down onto the wooden surface of the desk.

"Yes, I got it boss," he said with whatever emotion he was going through lurking under his calmed voice, "But I lost both Elena and Tseng getting it. We were ambushed, sir. These...white-haired guys. I dunno what happened exactly."

Zeneon looked from one to the other to the box then the two men again. What was going on? In essence, Turks did super secret stuff for Shinra, and when Zeneon didn't know something, it was aggravating and rather scary as well. He stood still where his co-worker had pushed him, listening intently to what was going on before him.

The President was silent for a moment, staring at the box that was resting on the table. He looked up again,

"What happened then?"

The skinny Turk did a bit of shifty glancing around the room. Eyes wandering everywhere but back at his boss,

"Err...I sent them after the delivery kid. You know, to buy time."

The room fell even more silent then before. Zeneon saw this as the signal to leave. Quickly. Before either of the other occupants of the room noticed his existence, the motorcycle thief had disappeared.

You woke up. The first thing you noticed is that you were being carried. You kicked at whoever it is, but it didn't seem to be doing anything at all. You went limp again, giving up the fight rather easily. After a few moments the person carrying finally decided to talk to you.

"Looks like you're awake, little intruder," he said in a rather low voice, "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to postpone your meeting with Zeneon."

He shoved you unceremoniously into a broom locker. Confused you banged on the metal door, getting his attention. For the first time you could see his face through the grating. A giant with brown hair, kind eyes, and an unshaven chin. He looked pretty sorry for what he was doing, and spoke up to you,

"I'm sorry, little intruder," he said, a little embarrassed it seemed, "We have bigger business to handle right now. If you stay as quiet as you can, I'll promise to let you meet Zeneon. Ok?"

"Sure," you said, uncertain about why you decided to trust him. Maybe it was the gentle giant attitude this guy had.

The broom locker was small, and jammed with a bunch of janitorial items. Pushing a mop away, you leant against a wall. Light poured in through the grating, allowing you to see. Outside was just a rather bland meeting room. The chairs were the cheap folding kind due to budget cuts. As you may or may not know, there is not light underground. The artificial lights shone down; filling the room with a light that reminded some of boring night school days. It reminded you of home. The flooring followed the design of the rest of the building, metallic. There were papers and things taped to the walls. A wipe board hung on one of the walls, where a schedule that none ever followed was put together. You watched carefully as people came into the room. Many people, all in the same uniform, filed in one by one. Soon the room had a good number of people in it. You keep as quiet; which is hard in a cramped locker filled with brooms and things.

"So here's the deal, guys. Since Tolegio and Trisha aren't coming on this one, three of you will come with Rude and me on the decoy mission. The rest of you will head out on the other mission. I'm sort of leaving this up to you guys, since you know, I'm not all that good at this leading thing," with your very small range of sight you could see that the person talking had rather shocking red-hair. You recognized him as the guy that got Zeneon into the Turk business in the first place, and made a metal note to give him a good punch in the face later.

A blonde-haired woman snorted, "And everyone wondered why Shinra Company fell. They left you in charge in the end."

The red-haired man looked annoyed at the woman. She just smirked back, loving the aggravation that she was causing. The Turk looked over his shoulder for assistance from another man sitting silently in the corner.

The man seemed to be the quiet type. He had a bald head, that didn't look to you as shaven. Maybe he balded early. That would make sense, since everything you heard about the Turks seemed stressful enough. Why did these people like this job so much anyways?

The man shook his head, seemed like he wasn't much help. The red-haired man curled his lip and glared at the blonde woman, but seemed to be at loss of words. The woman had a smile full of triumph. You still wonder how these people managed to stay a team, when they usually acted like children.

After the group tried to decided teams through reason,( which they found impossible,) they all agreed that drawing lots was the best way to settle it. It was quick, fair, and no one was allowed to complain. The red-haired man made lots, and held them in a fist.

"Red come with me, Blue goes on the rescue mission, got it?"

Each of the others walked up, pulled a lot, and announced which team they were on.

"Delmreug: red," announced the man that had found you in the hallway. He stuffed his red-tipped paper into a pocket, and went to sit back down. Halfway, he looked up and seemed to notice you. With a half smile, he sat back down in his cheap chair.

"Jaweli: blue," said the blonde-haired woman cheerfully, waving the piece of blue-tipped paper in the air.

"Sousuke: blue," said the gentle giant from earlier. He seemed happy with what he got. It made you wonder what this rescue mission is.

"Marsha: red," this came from a kind looking woman with dark hair. She looked slightly disappointed by the color she had drawn, but took it fairly.

"Falea: blue," this time the woman had short hair. She stated her color matter-of-factly, accepting her post like a well programmed robot.

You almost decided to rip open the door the next moment. Zeneon stood up and walked toward the apparently important Turk. The man already had his hand open, revealing a red-tipped piece of paper.

"Congratulations, newcomer," he said, handing Zeneon the lot, "You're coming with me."

After a few more minutes of briefing, the group seemed decided on what they were going to do. About all you understood of the meeting was that some gang of sliver-haired kids were causing a whole bucket load of trouble, and some of their fellow Turks were captured. It clashed exactly with your own agenda, which sucked.

"Oh," the big man, Sousuke, said suddenly, hoping to sound like it was an afterthought. Really, it was a pretty bad attempt, "I have something else that pretty important."

He walked over briskly and opened the closet door. You were leaning on the door by now, so naturally, you started falling panicky to the floor. Before the floor met your face, however, Sousuke managed to catch you.

"Zeneon, this girl claims to know you."

"Sonteria?" asked Zeneon shocked more than anything else. You could see the woman named Jaweli grin only wider at his reaction.

"Hey, leader," you began, "It's kind important."

"Ok, Sonty," Zeneon said, looking at Sonteria with a bit of confusion, "So what you basically want to tell me is that...Slazier took over, and the gang's gone bad, right?"

The others had left the room to get ready for their individual missions. The two remained so they could talk about Sonteria's message. They sat facing each other, folding chairs making small creaking sounds under them. As Sonteria nods an affirmative, the glaring lights colored her dark hair to a slight brown. Her eyes showed block after block of florescent lighting.

Her eyes were averted to the floor, watching as her feet traced little circles on the hard, silvery metal. Zeneon signed. Everything that he'd been putting off seemed to be raining back on him. It really sucked.

"I want to help you, but have to take that mission, Sonty. Afterwards, I'll take care of it afterwards."

Sonteria looked up, shocked for a second. Then she quickly hid it, this time, with a cold expression. How could he just-? It was urgent. What Slazier was doing could very well put more than just the gang in danger.

"I understand," she said getting up. Her mind had gone cold, as if it had been jammed into a freezer, "you've worked with these guys for a long time. It figures that you wouldn't care about a little gang anymore," she walked over to the door, "Thank you for your time, Mr. Turk. You may be hearing from us, again," she pointed to his pocket, "Keep you cell on."

As the door closed quietly shut, Zeneon dragged a hand down his face. What had he abandoned for a little more power? A bit flustered, he pulled out a lighter and a package of cigarettes. He pulled one out of the pack and lit it. Taking a deep drag, he tried to remember what Slazier looked like. It was a wonder that he couldn't picture him right. He was like his right arm, always there; always ready to fight alongside him.

Giving out a soft growl he shook the feeling off. Slowly, he exhaled; thin blue smoke rose up into the air. There it met the ceiling...

and disappeared.

OK. Stop there. That was the hardest thing to write ever! The gang will be back. Just. Not. Now. It's starting to make things complicated.