The Present:
The sword was stuck firmly in the ground, the SOLDIER grunt found that out the hard way as he tried desperately to remove the blade from its all- natural pedestal. It didn't look like it was placed deep, but the earth made no room for the blade to budge. Zack's blonde haired companion leaned against the sword, letting it carry his weight. Cloud sat on the ground and was as stubborn as the sword to get up. His reasoning had left him, he was just a shell now; a soulless body it seemed…
Maybe it was merely the SOLDIER's will that locked the sword in its place. Well whatever it was, the captain wanted the job done quickly, that's if the job is ever done. "Hurry it up!" called the captain from behind the struggling soldier. What if that First Class SOLDIER came back before they had gotten rid of the other? Still further behind, a motorbike rolled noiselessly into the scene. Sliding off the bike, Zack walked in back of the grunt soldier and punched his face in and then grabbed his head, slamming it into a nearby metal beam.
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His cell phone rung yet again and with a calm persona he responded. "What is it?" He stayed where he was, listening to the details that had just relayed to him.
"The target has acquired a bike," came Rude's reply. "The enlargement of the escape scope here after is expected…"
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The captain backed away slowing, stuttering in fright of the return of the raven- haired man.
"You're… Zack!" he managed to mutter, but the man just ignored the captain and reached for the handle of his blade. Freeing the sword effortlessly from the ground, he placed it back to its usual spot on his backside.
He bent to the ground, an almost apologetic look on his face. His features seemed a little more sullen than when they first escaped the mansion. "Sorry for keeping you waiting, Cloud." The wheels of the motorbike screed as Zack boarded his ride with Cloud in tow. The headlights opened a path ahead, while the bike itself made for easier transportation. He steered away, leaving the captain alone and among his either dead or unconscious men. He drove with one hand on the bike's handle- bars and the other gripping one of Cloud's arms, the blonde's free arm flailing uselessly in the wind. Even with Cloud in his catatonic- like state, Zack felt the urge to speak and attempted offering an apology to his friend.
"Hey, don't be angry," he said. There came no response from Cloud, only the roaring of the motorbike could be heard along with the rush of trees they passed, their leaves practically falling off their limbs after the bike shrieked passed. "There's no way I would ever leave my friend behind." Zack sighed. Again there was no response on Cloud's part, just a glassy gaze giving the blonde the look of a person out of their head.
Zack sped along a set of train tracks, heading anywhere away from their pursuers who had just recently appeared above them in the helicopter. The search light set off a strong glare that would blind the eyes of any creature that looked at it.
The Turks in the helicopter were dressed in their usual attire made up of dress shoes, black suite and tie, and white dress shirt. The bald pilot, Rude, still adorned his usual sunglasses, while the co- pilot, a blond woman with green eyes, was sensible enough not to wear any even as a fashion statement. They both sported a pair of headphones to keep them in contact with their commander at all times. "Geez," the blonde woman said to her partner. "The military really gave them some extra presents." Rude leaned forward a bit to get a closer look at their targets. He watched carefully as they drove their bike into and underground tunnel.
"See 'ya later!" cried Zack. The Turks were not too surprised by their target's action, but still they decided it would be best to notify their commander.
"Targets have been lost," reported the blonde. "They have entered an underground tunnel." While piloting the copter, Rude brought out his cell phone that had been generously equipped with a map, and checked where the targets were heading.
"So," he said calmly. "They're planning to enter Midgar, huh?"
From his office, Tseng had been listening through his phone. "I understand. Set up posts in the outskirts of Midgar."
"Understood."
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