"So you have another job I see."

The pale man glanced up from the weapon in his hand at the figure in his doorway. He nodded, returning to cleaning and loading his three-barreled gun. He could sense that the woman was still there, watching him. He sighed inaudibly, setting it aside. He stood, towering over her. "Was there something you needed?"

"I asked around about that name you asked me. Reeve Tuestri is the leader of the WRO, the World Regenesis Organization. It's a group trying to restore the planet and find alternate ways for getting energy."

"Who told you this?"

"Yuffie."

"Yuffie?" he asked softly in disbelief, crossing his arms across his chest.

"It just so happens her father pushed her to get a job there. Vincent, do you have to take this one? I have a bad feeling about all of this," she muttered, looking up at him concerned.

Vincent gazed down at the bartender, bright red eyes searching her face silently. "I cannot back out of it."

"Then at least take someone with you. I don't think you should do this alone."

He sighed, resisting the urge to close the door and shut her out. He retook his seat on his mattress, observing her silently. Her tan skin was mostly unmarred, a few scars resulting from her battles dotting the surface. Her muscles were clearly visible on her arms and calves, accompanying her muscular midriff. He nodded to her slightly, turning once more to Cerberus. "We leave at dawn."

She nodded, slipping out of the room. She waited until she was safely in her own froom before smiling softly. She bustled about, packing her materia and other essentials she could easily carry. She dialed a number on her phone, heading down to the bar. "Hey, Jessie. I need to call in a favor..."

Vincent sighed, holstering his gun. He traced the adornments on the handle, thinking. 'I should'be told her no. If she gets harmed in any way-"

"You'll never forgive yourself? I've never heard that from you before."

"I think he actually cares."

"Isn't that cute?"

"Get a hold of yourselves."

"What's a matter, Chaos? Can't bare to think of your host liking someone of his own species?" The beast's howling laughter resulted from the silence of the other demon. "Seems someone's a little moody today."

'Silence,' Vincent hissed within his mind, rubbing his forehead wearily. 'I need to focus.'

"As you wish," Galian Beast chuckled as they all fell silent.

Vincent sighed tiredly once more, leaning back against the wall. He rested his elbow on his now upraised knee, gazing out the small window. He rarely heard the voices of his demons, which puzzled him. They only spoke in dangerous situations when they thought he needed assistance in battle. For them to be so concerned about his thoughts for Tifa was certainly surprising. He shook his head, readjusting the band in his hair. 'This shall be an interesting job to say the least.'

"Got that right."

"Uh, Vincent? Can you come down here, please?"

The gunsman hung his head slightly, taking a calming breath before rising from his position. He swiftly leapt down the stairs to the bar below. "Yes?"

"There's someone-"

"Cait Sith's the name. Reeve sent me ta lead you to the area."

Vincent looked down at the small creature and raised an eyebrow. The cat-like being was small, barely reaching his own calf. The black and white thing had a high-pitched, slightly irritating voice, which only irked him further.

"If it's about ta cape and crown, don't ask. I don't know the real answer either."

Tifa giggled softly, walking out from behind the counter. "I'm Tifa. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise, Lassie. You comin' along too?"

She nodded, glancing up at Vincent.

"Good. We're gonna need everyone we can get. Now, Deepground's sa'posed to be somewhere in-"

"Deepground? What's that?" she asked, confusion clearly evident.

"Well yeah. Didn't you- You haven't told her yet, have ya?"

"No."

"Oh. Well in that case, I'll power down and let you get her up ta speed. See at dawn."

Tifa watched curiously as he went to the corner and sat down. His eyes closed, and he fell silent. "So, what's this all about?"

Vincent pulled the papers from his pocket, handing them to her. "Be ready." He disappeared up the staircase, leaving her alone in the bar once more.

"Well then.. Everything keeps getting stranger and stranger..." she whispered, climbing into a booth and beginning to read. She flipped through the pages, determination growing after each section of text was stored away inside her mind. 'We have to end this before it becomes too late.' She quickly gathered the stack of papers and slid it under the gunman's door. She retired to her room, sliding into bed.

Cait Sith opened an eye as the woman climbed the stairs and sighed. "Only two? Well, Vincent can count as two. But still, this better work, or the whole planet's gonna end up at risk... I'll just have to help out everywhere I can. I can be the third!"

Reeve Tuestri shut his computer off, leaving him to himself in the darkness of the small office. He skirted his large wooden desk easily and slipped into the adjoining room. He shed his dark jacket and shirt, tossing them onto the nearest piece of furniture. He opened the small window, cherishing the pale light radiating from the celestial body above. He ran his fingertips over his growing stubble, the hair prickly against his skin. 'Maybe I'll let it grow this time...' He leaned down, quickly setting the alarm next to him. 'I'm going to need to be up before they are... Maybe I should tell them. I guess that can wait until this is over. They need to focus on the mission, or we're all in danger...'

I feel so bad for Vincent.. I mean, he has to put up with a very stubborn Tifa, Cait Sith, and so much more ahead... And yes, I decided to incorporate the four demons within him. I figured a lot of people only remember Chaos and Galian Beast, forgetting Death Gigas and Hell Masker. So, I put in all four, just to add a bit more to it all.

Key: Galian Beast, Death Gigas, Hell Masker, Chaos

Hope you enjoy the story so far!