FInally Ch. 4 is here! I thought it would never be finished, to be honest. School has been riding my ass lately, and hasn't given me much time to work...but I'm trying, I swear! Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own FFVII or it's characters...and it's a damn shame, too.

"You want HOW fucking much!?" Cid slammed his fist down on the counter, causing the woman behind it to jump, but her overly-exaggerated smile never faltered.

"100,000 Gil, sir. However, if you were to leave your vehicle behind, the price would drop considerably."

"I am NOT fucking leaving the Tiny Bronco! Fuck!" Cid reached into his pocket and pulled out his lighter and a cigarette, hoping the nicotine would help calm himself down.

"Sir? I'm sorry, but this is a non-smoking establishment." Vincent shook his head as the overly happy worker said this. He knew this wasn't going to end well.

"Yeah? Well, I'll smoke wherever the hell I damn well please!" Lighting his cigarette, he sucked in, then proceeded to blow the noxious fumes directly into the chipper woman's face. Her nose scrunched up a little as she pushed a red button on the counter, causing two extremely burly men to grab Cid by the arms and drag the pissy Captain outside.

Vincent silently followed, musing over the evens so far today.

The crew had gotten up around nine, and Cid and Fallen were sporting, as Vincent noticed, a nice shade of green from their hangovers. After a period of whining, Koro ended up making some vile smelling medicine. Once the two men had downed the strange concoction, they perked right up and the group started the hovercraft up. After about five hours of travel, they reached Corania, and started to search for a boat large enough to carry the Tiny Bronco. It was a difficult search, but when they finally found one...

Shaking his head, Vincent stepped out of the building and into the sun.

Corania was a tropical city, mixing together the heat of the desert with the moisture of the ocean, creating a humid climate that was enjoyed by vacationers. With gift and souvenir shops everywhere, and a large beach for the masses, the coastal town was always bustling with activity, and today was no different.

Vincent, being six feet in height, easily manipulated his way through the crowd, usually by towering over people and making them rush out of the way, he made his way to a large circle of space in the crowd. In the center of the circle, he found a still pissy Cid, who was picking himself off the ground and puffing angrily on his cancer stick.

Brushing himself off, Cid gave Vincent a glare. "Dammit Vin! Why didn't you fucking help?! We could've taken 'em!"

Sighing, and shaking his head once again, Vincent said "I didn't think you needed my help, Highwind...and my name isn't 'Vin'."

"Fine, Vincent! Let's head back and try to pull something out of our asses..." And with that, the two men trudged back through the crowds and back to the Tiny Bronco.

"So...how'd it go?" The crew had gotten back before Vincent and Cid, obviously finished with refueling and restocking the hovercraft, and were waiting outside for them. Fallen was the one who asked the question, his voice filled with caution in case something bad happened.

"...How much money do we got?" Cid asked, looking towards Koro, who flipped through his papers.

"...After restocking...47,190 Gil."

The resulting swears startled even Vincent, and Cid started to walk off towards the desert, only to stop and walk back, lighting up another cigarette as he let the butt of the previous one fall to the ground. Anyone looking could see the cogs turning in the man's head, and didn't interrupt him as he thought. Finally, the spark of an idea brightened his face.

"We need 100,000 Gil...What if we put on a show? Show off our abilities to the public? Think that could get us enough cash?" He directed this to Koro, who let out a sigh as he started writing down calculations. Once finished, the blue-haired crew member let out another sigh. "If we put on any form of show, and we're good enough, we might have enough after fifty shows...an that's just a might."

"Damn...but we don't have much of a choice..." Cid started scratching his stubble, pacing back and forth as he tried to come up with another plan.

Vincent looked up as a pair of footsteps walked towards the group, and the others soon followed. A man that looked to be about his late twenties or early thirties, whose dark eyes seemed to shine with intelligence, scratched his scalp through his dark hair as he received the stares. "I might be able to get you passage on the ship..."

Cid, both suspicious and ecstatic at the same time, asked "What do we have to do?!" a little too happily.

A small smile formed on the new man's face. "Simple. Fight."

Everyone cocked their heads to the side, and Cid, as confused as the rest of the group, said "Huh?"

The man let out a chuckle. "Okay, maybe it's not that simple. I'm an inventor. My latest project is a robotic guard for children. I'm still in the testing period, and having people fight my creation results in the best data. If you fight, and win, I'll get you and your ship on the boat. Deal?"

Before the Captain could agree, Fallen, on apparently Koro's command, grabbed him and dragged him into a small circle, where Vincent and the Tiny Bronco crew started to discuss.

"It's a robot. It can't be too hard. I say we do it. Plus, when we use our weapons, it should be even easier." Fallen was the first to speak up.

"...I don't see a problem." This was Koro, who let out a shrug as he spoke.

"Bring it on." Mizuki said, a smile on her face and a glint in her eye.

Vincent and Cid both just nodded, and Cid turned and called out "You got yourself a deal, pal! Just give us a few minutes to get ready!" With that, The crew ran off into the hovercraft, leaving Vincent and the man alone.

"I'll be off getting ready too. I'm Reeve Tuesti. I'll come back with my partner in a moment, Vincent." Reeve turned away, only to feel a hand grip around his arm, holding him in place.

"...How do you know my name?" Suspicion filled Vincent's voice, and a small breeze blew by before Reeve could answer.

"I heard it in town from the temperamental one...Highwind, I believe you called him?"

A couple seconds passed, then Vincent finally let go, letting the man walk away as he got a sinking feeling in his stomach.

Before Reeve could make it back, the crew of the Bronco came out, weapons shining in the sun.

Cid carried a spear that was taller than Vincent himself, and wielded it with relative ease. Koro had many darts strapped to his belt, each one sharp and ready to fly. Mizuki had brass knuckles, and was busy cracking her real knuckles with her usual smile on her face. Fallen, the last to come out, had a pair of axes, each wielded in one hand.

Vincent blinked as all of them seemed ready to go at it, and watched as Fallen stepped forward, pulling a pistol from the waistband of his pants. "Koro told me to get rid of it awhile ago. Can you use it?"

Vincent grabbed the gun and expertly moved his hands around it, checking and examining it like an expert. Giving a small nod, he holstered it in one of his pockets, and took a box of bullets from Fallen, as well.

After that was done, Reeve had finally come back, a large bag slung over his shoulder. "Ah, I see you're ready. So, shall we get started?" Placing the sack on the ground, he calmly said "Alright, Cait Sith. Come out."

With those words, a cat jumped out. But, it wasn't any normal cat. It stood on it's hind legs, which were clad in red boots. It also had a red cap and a tiny crown. What shocked everyone even more was when it said "So these are my opponents?"

Reeve, his eyes shining, nodded. Cid took this as his chance and charged, thrusting his spear at the bipedal cat, only to watch as it gracefully jumped and landed on top of the shaft of the spear, making it thrust into the ground. "Ah ah ah! We haven't started yet. Besides, you should be more careful when attacking me. I'm made for fighting." And with that, Cait leapt onto Cid's head and leapt off, only to land in front of Mizuki.

She started to send a flurry of punches at the robotic guard, only to watch as it gracefully dodged each blow, before jumping and performing a back flip, landing a kick square in her jaw and knocking her down onto her buttocks. Getting ready to strike again, Cait stopped and jumped back, barely avoiding a rain of darts.

Koro had now stepped up, Fallen by his side. As the blue-haired crew member tossed more darts at the cat, Fallen charged, using the darts as a form of distraction. This, however, proved useless, as the cat caught two of the darts, dodged the rest, and threw them at the green-haired attacker, catching him in the knees and causing him to fall to the ground.

Cid charged again, this time jumping and swinging down, using the momentum to put more strength into his blow, only to have the bipedal cat jump and dodge. As Cait tried to strike back, there was a bang, and the inner workings of the cat spilled from the large hole that now existed in it's head.

Vincent put the gun back in his pocket, and calmly walked towards Reeve. "I believe that you owe us a boat ride."

With a chuckle, Reeve nodded. "That I do. I guess I need to work on fighting guns. Here. This should be enough." He placed a large bag into Vincent's outstretched hand, and started to walk away, picking up his now ruined creation and leaving the others to care to their wounds and head out.

"Well, that...was odd. But, hey! Now we can get on the boat!" Cid, being optimistic, chose to shrug off the glares from his crew members. Instead, he headed off to the hovercraft to get it started, leaving his fellow passengers to trudge back.

Reeve set the now destroyed Cait on his table, he picked up his phone and dialed a number. After a few rings, someone picked up, but didn't answer. "He's headed for Banal. It'll take him four days to arrive." And with that, Reeve hung up, and started to fix his invention, a small twinge of guilt in his face.

The other person hung up, a smirk on his face. He turned towards a large table where four others sat. "And so...the hunt begins."

To be continued...

Who are the five people that Reeve called? Why did Vincent get a bad feeling? Guess you'll have to wait and find out :3

R&R, please. I'll love you forever...maybe...it all depends on my mood.