Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy VII, and do not ask me to explain about stomach acid causing a reaction to something ingested.
A/N After a long morning of test taking and squats, I am here with the daily Hojo death! I was thinking about this when I was eating lunch, what about the other Executives? Sure I hate them, with the exception of Reeve and Rufus, but how would they do it. So today I would like to welcome Reeve Tuesti of the Urban Development department. A friend of mine suggested today's death.
Hojo grinned as the sushi boat came over to the table where he and the rest of the Executives were seated. Reeve looked up at the rather lavish wood piece laden with little bits of raw fish with rice and various vegetation. He picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of cucumber, glaring at Hojo; the man must have had some ulterior motive for inviting them to dinner.
"So then Professor if I may be so bold to ask, why did you invite us all to dinner?" The Head of Urban Development asked.
"Ah simple my good Tuesti, I have something I wanted to get from you away from the eyes of Shin-Ra," Hojo replied adjusting his glasses.
Scarlet folded her fingers sipping at her drink, "and that would be?"
"You're aid, I wish to remove that little upstart Rufus from taking power, as the senior member of the Executive wing I would be in power," Hojo replied simply.
Reeve almost dropped the piece of Junon Roll, "excuse me?"
"You'd all be handsomely rewarded for your aid of course. Think about it, expanded budgets, faster approval for projects, it would be to your advantage to aid me." He added persuasively.
Palmer was bouncing in his chair with excitement, "you mean the Space Program would be in full gear with full funding?"
"Naturally my dear Palmer. As will all of your departments if you agree, so then what do you say?" Hojo asked looking around the table.
Reeve hastily shoved his Junon Roll in his mouth, nodding as Hojo looked at him. The rest of the Executives put their glasses to a toast. "To President Hojo!"
"To President Hojo," they replied and drank.
Reeve sighed standing up, "Excuse me for a moment," he turned and strode off to the bathrooms. Sighing he got into the room and started dumping out his pockets, somewhere in there he had something useful.
He smiled; it was an experimental explosive currently in development by his department to remove rubble from a building site. It was no bigger then the size of an after dinner mint. Carefully pulling a mint out of the wrapper he put it in his mouth while wrapping the explosive in the wrapper. He left the bathroom and returned to enjoy the rest of dinner as best as he could.
Finally the check came and the mints were out on the table, Reeve reached over to the one in front of Hojo while the scientist was busy with the check. He switched the mint for the explosive, it only reacted with an acidic base like that found in the stomach. The group stood up, Hojo quickly swallowed the mint, the scientist waited until they were outside to enter the alley and throw out his wrapper since he'd parked around back.
Reeve looked around the corner of the building, giving a satisfied smirk not seeing Hojo standing anywhere. The rest of the Executives never heard from Hojo again, still under the impression he'd been sacked due to his scheming.
