Wow, it's been such a long time since I last updated. :S I've been really busy, and I guess that's no excuse, but I'm obviously not cut out for writing fanfics. XD I've decided that after I finish this story, I won't write anymore, I may do the occasional one shot, as I've had loads of ideas; but I just don't have the time. Aaanyhoo, I'll try and make this one worth it, even though I've forgotten how I was originally going to see it though *laughs*. So, I've got back to Plan A plot wise. Not as good as the Plan B, but, hopefully you'll enjoy it anyways.
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Urufu: Why are you making me seem like such a Mary Sue? You're such a bitch.
Tundra: Okay okay! Relax, this next chapter explains everything, just, please, put the gun down.
Rude: ...
Reno: Hey! Why has Rude in here? He's done bugger all so far!!
Elena: Yeah, and you've managed to royally cock things up yet again.
Reno: Shut it Laney, you're just jealous beca-
Tundra: ENOUGH! Jeeze, I'll never be able to finish the story at this rate with all you bickering! I want my freedom dammit, so just shut the hell up!
"Are you alright, sir?" Tseng asked.
"Believe me I'm fine, I've had more guns pointed at my head than Reno has had cold beers."
"What about the warm ones, yo?"
Rufus rubbed his shoulder and sighed. Tseng, Rude and Elena stood nervously, waiting for him to talk. Reno, on the other hand, was humming loudly, hands in his pockets and letting the occasional yawn escape.
Elena shot him a filthy look.
"Grow up." She hissed at him, glancing nervously at the President at his desk.
"You grow up." Reno shot back, mocking her loudly and stamping his foot.
"That's enough all of you." Rufus' voice echoed round the room, he sounded tired and weary. His body was no longer able to bounce back from injury like he used to since the Geostigma incident, his shoulder throbbed painfully, but he gritted his teeth and got on with the task in hand; just like he always did.
"Tseng."
"Yes sir."
"I want you to increase all safety measures. But all employees on high alert, double the security precautions, and inform Reeve of the leak. The WRO files may also be at risk." Rufus began sorting the mass of paper on his desk, which was now back in its usual place by the window; the smashed glass cleared up.
"So, what's going to happen? Is this it? It can't be!" Elena cried out, desperation and distress apparent on her face and in her voice. Rufus looked up at her, eyebrow raised.
"Do you honestly think I'd be that stupid to keep all the major files in my desk?" Elena looked at the floor. "This drawer, that I 'kept' these files in, can be opened with a sharp kick. The real files are hidden elsewhere."
"Then why give us keys, yo?" Reno interjected, "Why make such a big deal out of it?"
Rufus glared at the redhead.
"Because Reno, if an occasion like this ever did occur, the real files would be safe, and the fake ones would lead the perpetrator to assume that they had the real deal, giving us time to put in place extra precautions and prepare ourselves."
"Prepare for what? A victory dance?" Reno laughed. Rude coughed.
"For when they come back for the real ones."
The room fell silent.
"This is such a load of shit." Reno scowled.
"Reno! Sense the tone! Now is not the time." Elena snapped.
"Stop acting like my fucking mother!"
"Reno! Tone!" Tseng also snapped; it was uncommon to see him lose his temper; Elena flinched in surprise.
"You can shut the fuck up as well! What the hell is wrong with you all? So she got the files? There's no way they can hack into our system! God knows I've been trying for years! Enough with all this fucking drama?! I'm so sick of all you bastards! Just leave the fucking insect to crawl back under the rock she came from! JUST LEAVE IT FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!!" Reno screamed, fists flying. "None of you have a fucking clue." He growled as he walked towards the door. "You can all just FUCK OFF!" He yelled and slammed the door behind him.
"Mr President, sir, I-" Elena began apologetically.
"Forget it Elena, it's fine... just leave it. I'm sure you all have work to do." Rufus muttered, without looking up from his desk.
"But-"
"You can go now."
"Y-yes, sir."
The Turks left the room in an anxious silence.
"What on earth is wrong with Reno?" Elena whispered to the others.
"Isn't it obvious? Remember when he went all funny when Rufus was recovering from the Weapon attack? And when you and I returned from the North Cave after the Clone incident?" Tseng frowned at her.
"He's upset."
"Well, you took long enough didn't you?"
"Shut up Sam. I got it didn't I?" Urufu snapped at the man who was leant up against the back of a large truck.
"Hmm? Bit tense are we?" He smiled, moving his thick matted black hair from his eyes and tucked it carefully behind his pierced ears. "Anyway, you'd better come inside, everyone is waiting for you." He placed his arm around her shoulder and gently herded her towards the back of the truck.
"Wait, they're here? Inside a truck? Really?" She scoffed in disbelief.
"Yup, they wanted to welcome you back specially" He smirked and pushed her inside, a little too forcefully.
The door slammed behind her.
"Good evening, or rather; good morning." A large man in a red suit sat on a tiny stool that seemed to be struggling to hold his weight.
"Here are the files as you asked, can I go home now?" Urufu thrust the files out in front of her, arms shaking slightly from the weight of them. The man in the suit waved his hand at the two men that stood behind him, beckoning them to take the files off her. He frowned as he read them.
"These are the files?"
"Yes, sir. They were exactly where Intelligence said they would be. It took a little longer to get the keys than expected but-"
"A little longer? You were due back a week ago!" The man stood suddenly, knocking the stool over, sending it tumbling into the corner with a loud clatter. Everybody jumped.
"There were complications."
"Complications? Ha! Yes, really complicated, killing someone and getting their keys? I thought you were a professional? Seems like I was wrong, but to top it all off-"
"I didn't think it was necessary to the mission to kill anyone when it could be done some other way!!" She interrupted, annoyed at his dig at her competence. The mans eyes narrowed.
"So you think none of that matters as long as you got the files, right? Fine. That sounds like a deal... just tell me one thing; these passwords, did you read them?" He thrust the files into her face.
"No sir, I was told their content was completely confidential."
"So you didn't even check?!" The mans face began turning purple.
"N-no, is there a problem?" Urufu felt her heart rate suddenly increase. Everybody in the room tensed up.
"The password to the budget files: 'FuCky0u'." He began reading the pass codes off. "Password to the WRO access files: 'Reevesukzdick', password to the Cloning files: 'Hojoisanuglymofo' and finally the password to the JENOVA files: 'urmom'."
Urufu felt a wave of nausea sweep over her. Sam snorted loudly, before coughing and apologising.
"But..."
"No buts girl. I've given you so many second chances it's not even funny. Now, you ignore direct orders, go over deadline and you don't even get the right damn files? I was hoping you could redeem yourself in my eyes before I had to let you go." He sighed and walked over to the passenger door. "You know, consider yourself lucky. If it wasn't for the fact we're related by blood, I would have shot you in the head years ago. You rely on your emotions too much, I don't care what Don said about you, if you can't fully immerse yourself at the task at hand, you're not going to survive. He may have been our cousin, but it was clear he didn't have a clue about business. Wrapped himself in luxury, surrounded himself with food and women, and look what happened to him, murdered by the very people I sent you to kill. However, I suppose you have been good for somethings. Your little acting abilities have been very helpful; you certainly know how to fool people. Maybe even we shouldn't have trusted you. Perhaps we should have called you 'Mary Sue' rather than Urufu. My, you've played so many parts; I wonder whether you can remember your real name?"
Suddenly, everybody was thrown forward.
"What the hell was that?" Sam cried out. "Could have given us some warning, jerk!" He yelled up to the drivers at the front.
"We were moving? I didn't even realise... I wonder where we are?"
"Well, I suppose I'll leave you to it." The man in the suit smirked menacingly. "Goodbye little sister."
"Wait! What?! Where are you going?" She yelled before wincing; Samael had kicked the back of her head.
"Bye bye, Elysia. Have fun." He giggled as he followed his boss out the passenger door.
Urufu slowly got her to feet, wobbling all the while and clutching her head and looking around her. Her vision was blurred but she could still see one guard sitting in the corner, fiddling with some small device.
"W-what's going on? What is that?" She stuttered, clutching onto the heavy shelving above her, trying to steady her balance. The truck was used to smuggle weapons and drugs for their organisation, on the outside it looked like a regular commercial truck, inside it was heavily armoured; ready for anything.
Urufu felt sick.
As her vision slowly focused, she realised the man who was left was the head of explosives. She suddenly became aware of a quiet ticking.
"No."
"You must have known, Elysia. How many people do you know who tried to leave the organisation having survived?" The greasy haired man scoffed as he stood up, hands gnarled and face horribly scarred.
"But, I thought-"
"Because you're family? Since when has anyone from the Corneo bloodline ever been compassionate to family?" He spat. "I've worked with another of your brothers, he was just the same; you're all as bad as each other. You'd do best to rot in hell together." He held up the bomb "This, is payment for your sins."
The girl trembled slightly, and looked at the passenger door. She knew the back door was already locked, she'd watched Samael take the keys with him; her only chance of escape was to make a run for the door. But she'd have to get past the insane pyromaniac first.
Suddenly, she leapt out at him, throwing a kick that sent him sprawling.
"And that's payment for yours!" She retorted, and made a bolt for it. But too late, he quickly jumped back in front of her and kicked her back, sending her clattering into the side of the truck, so forcefully the shelving collapsed on top of them. They both screamed as the heavy metal smashed into their limbs.
"Ugh." She groaned, and looked over at the bomb expert. His head was covered in blood; he'd take a direct hit to the skull, and now lay lifeless upon the floor, detonation device still in his hand.
"I-I'm stuck." She winced, the shelving had pinned her midriff and she was unable to move. "It's still ticking." She glanced over at the bomb, watching the seconds count down, closer and closer to zero; ticking mimicking her racing heart. She grasped for another piece of shelving that had fallen with her bloody hands.
"Just, a little, more." She whispered, reaching as far as she could with her battered limbs. "Got it!" She breathed a small sigh of relief and tried to manoeuvre the incredibly heavy metal into a position that would protect her slightly from the blast, not brilliantly, but hopefully enough to stop the explosion from being fatal.
9..8..7..
She made the final adjustments to her makeshift shield.
6..5..4..
Closing her eyes, she held her breath, and braced herself for the blast.
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