Photographs of the newest victims are scattered on the whiteboard in front of Cloud. He roughly run his fingers through his hair. He wants to scream and give up, but he knew he couldn't. Staying overnight in hopes of coming up with some sort of conclusion as to why this murderer do what he or she do, he is still in the same spot: square one. The pen that was once in his hand has now occupied a small corner in his office along with a small, yellow pad.

"Don't tell me you've been here all night."

A woman's soft, scolding voice rings in his ears. He turns around and accepts the coffee from the woman's hand. "You've caught me, Aeris."

She sighs. "I don't know what to do with you sometimes. Why don't you go home and get some sleep? I'll try to figure this out."

"This case belongs to me and Barret."

"True, however, I wanna put this to rest as well and considering Barret has taken the day off, I'm sure one person can't solve this matter."

There's no point in fighting the sweet-sounding brunette. Cloud sighs and gets up from his seat. "Have it your way then. If you find out something, call me."

"I can't guarantee that, but we'll see." She shoves out her tongue.

He couldn't help but chuckle a little. Maybe some sleep would do him some good.

"Now I know I've told all of you to take a break, but we need to establish a few new rules."

Sephiroth's viscous-like voice is as heavy as his stare at the men and woman in front of him. A red-haired man with a mag rod in his left hand, a man with long raven hair, and a woman with short raven hair all stares at Sephiroth, patiently waiting for their instructions.

"The deeds are done perfectly but they've attracted attention. Therefore, we must dispose the bodies."

"You mean like…dismember them?" The short, raven-haired woman questions.

"Not necessarily Yuffie, but we need to make the bodies disappear."

"The feds have never caught us before so why worry about it?" The redhead questions as he threw his feet on the table.

"Weren't you listening to what I just said, Reno?" Sephiroth glares.

"Yeah, but none of us has ever been caught." Reno shot back. "So what's the big deal?"

"Sephiroth has a point." Vincent spoke up, hoping to shut the red-haired man up. Out of the small, malicious group, Reno works on Vincent's nerves the most. Reno is a damn good killer; Vincent will give him that, but at times the young man was too much for Vincent's mellow character. "We'll attract too much attention, especially since all of our marks are outside of Midgar."

"Technically speaking, attention will always be drawn." Yuffie pipes in. "I mean, just think about it: murders randomly happening in Midgar now suddenly moved over to other areas such as Rocket Town, Nibelheim, and Costa del Sol. The police departments in each of those areas will automatically get suspicious."

"Yuffie and Vincent have valid points." Sephiroth stands up from his chair and glances out of the window that is behind him and turns toward the other occupants of the small room. "We have to make it seem like these people went missing. It's the only way we can make these murders happen without drawing attention."

"Not to mention we shouldn't kill our target as soon as we get to the area. Common sense isn't that common but there are some people that still have all their marbles."

"I wish one of those people were you, Reno."

Reno glares at Yuffie and she shoves her tongue out at the semi-ignorant man.

"Okay you two. Shut the hell up." Sephiroth scolds. "To make a long meeting short, relocate to your assigned areas, blend in well, learn you target's movements, and whatever you do, dispose the body. This shouldn't be a difficult task considering your kills are executed perfectly. An extra step won't kill you."

With Sephiroth's meeting dismissed, the trio left Sephiroth's office.

"Where are you two stationed?" Reno asked as the trio are walking toward their cars.

"Nibelheim, a little quiet town. We have to be extremely careful there." Yuffie replies. "What about you?"

"Costa del Sol. A resting place where every killer goes to. I heard they have some amazing strip clubs there."

"Reno, don't lose focus."

"Calm your tits, woman. I won't. I mean, I figured I'm gonna be there for a while hell I might as well enjoy the scene. I may stay there permanently."

Yuffie rolls her eyes as the redhead got inside of his car, turned the ignition on, and drove off. "If we ever fall, it'll be because of him."

"Not likely." Vincent replies. "He may be a bit over confident and an irritant, but he's efficient with killings."

Yuffie sighs. "So, have you gotten in contact with the realtor in Nibelheim?"

"Yes. Apparently there's a huge house that's located there that has been abandoned for years but it's still in good shape. It's the only house there that's available, but we would have to buy it."

"How big we're talking?"

"Six bedrooms, three baths, two study rooms, a living room, a dining room, a spacious kitchen, and a finished basement."

"Not bad." Yuffie yawns as she got in her car. "Be ready to hit the road at dawn tomorrow with your life packed. We have a big day ahead of us tomorrow."

Vincent nods and got inside of his car as well.

"Tyler, is there something you need to tell me?"

Tifa observes the young teenager that's sitting in front of her. It has been his fifth time being in her office this week. The teenager is a smart, bright young man, but Tifa suspects that there have been family issues at home. The young man isn't simply himself at school or at the youth center.

"There's nothing to discuss, Ms. Lockhart."

"Are you sure?" Tifa isn't the type to press an issue unless it was necessary. Seeing the young blond suffer and not seek help tears her heart. "Your classmates say you haven't been yourself, and I can see it. Your grades are declining, you don't show your handsome smile anymore, and you don't even play basketball when you're done with your homework here."

"Look Ms. Lockhart, I said I'm fine!"

Tifa is appalled that the young man snapped at her, but she didn't fall back. "You hear that anger inside of your voice? I hear it. Loud and clear. What caused that anger to be inside of you?"

The teen hesitates and bites his lips. He glances at the clock to see the time. He knows this meeting would be over soon. He glances at Tifa, who have a hopeful yet, patient expression on her face. He knew he could trust Tifa.

"I can't say much, Ms. Lockhart."

"Tell me what you can say then."

Tyler takes a deep breath. "Ms. Lockhart, I just buried my mother this past Saturday." Tifa gasps and her surprised expression made Tyler stop in mid-sentence. Her concern causes a tear to fall from his right eye. He quickly swipes away the tear and continued his story after swallowing away a large lump in his throat. "She committed suicide, and I'm having a hard time coping."

"How is your father holding up? Can you talk to him the same way you're talking to me?"

"Not really. He's going through a wave of depression and sorrow. My mother was his high school sweetheart, and for her to just give up on life like that…" He struggles to keep his sniffles under control. "It's so wrong. It's just so wrong, Ms. Lockhart."

Tifa's heart drops at the sight of Tyler's despair. She gets out of her chair and rushes over to him to give him a hug. She withdrew from the embrace and writes her name and phone number down on a piece of a paper and gives it to Tyler. "I want you to call me whenever you feel like talking. I'll help you as much as I can. I know I can't really help, but the least I can do is listen."

Tyler sniffles. "Thanks, Ms. Lockhart. Sorry for being mean to you earlier." He glances at the clock. "I have to go home now and finish my homework. See you next week, Ms. Lockhart."

"You're not coming back for the rest of the week?"

"I just don't want to deal with people for a few days."

Tifa nods and waves for Tyler to leave her office. Tyler grabs his backpack and leaves her office, feeling a little better, but the void in his heart is still there. Glancing at her watch, Tifa hurriedly grabs her purse and keys and leaves the building in a rush. If she's late picking up her Papa, he would give her a good scolding.