Greasy was thrown to the floor at Eddie's feet. The young man pushed himself away from his desk and circled around the huddled form in a casual but predatory circle. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Such a disobedient little boy."

"I don't know what ya mean sir."

"Don't lie to me Mr. Greenfield."

"…"

Eddie nodded at the two guards by the door. They grabbed the man beneath his arms and hauled him to his feet. "Last chance." Greasy remained silent. "Very well then. I'll make this simple. You were bugged. You talked. I listened. You'll die." Eddie allowed the man a moment to realize what had been said. When he did, his shoulders stooped and his head dropped.

Eddie turned away and picked up a half filled glass of bourbon. Over his shoulder, he spoke to the two guards. "Kill him." The guards happily hauled the man out of the room. Not but seconds afterwards the screaming started. Greasy leaned against his desk and listened to the beating. It lasted a good fifteen minutes as the guards, and probably a few others, gave the little man the beating of his life. As Eddie brought the glass to his lips a hail of gunfire echoed down the corridor.

-VV-

Back at Seventh Heaven, four friends busied themselves with preparing for the coming fight. Tifa locked up the bar tight; making sure that not even a mouse would be able to get in. She pulled her gloves out of her pocked and tugged them on. After a few practiced punches and kicks she was ready to go.

Nanaki stretched next to Tifa. His fur rose and his muscles rippled beneath his fur. The fur at the end of his tail flared with renewed vigor. A loud growl announced that he was ready to begin.

Shelke walked down the stairs in her old Deepground uniform. She pulled her glowing sabers from their sheaths. Shelke took a few swings and placed them back into their proper places. She slowly walked to stand beside Tifa and Nanaki.

They watched as Cloud looked over his bike. He added more swords to its stock. Grabing a few extra he put them together like the pieces of a puzzle. He gave it a few swings and tucked it into the sheath on his back. He turned to his friends. "Let's ride."

-VV-

Overlooking the small town of Niblehiem, the ShinRa manner housed many creatures borne of cruelty and hate. Though the people steered cleared of its iron gates, some had made this decrepit building their home and a sort of haven by using the very things that threatened their lives to protect them. On this night, though, even the evil things were quiet as the shadows moved. Thirteen dark shadows, barely seen in the night, slipped from the mansion and disappeared into the night.

-VV-

Greasy was reclining in the cahir behind his desk when one of his men slipped in for a brief "they're coming." He twirled the liquids of his drink and waited. This would prove a most interesting night.

-VV-

Okay, another chapter down and the last ones will contain all the action you've been waiting for.