When Rude met Reno

by Vitalini

Its not easy being a Turk, but what does it take to become one? While Rude is discovering what it really means to be a Turk, Tseng finally thinks he’s found a way to calm a certain redheaded devil causing havoc in the Turk department. Join Rude and....

13. Parties and Partners

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Four boxes. Everything he owned in the world was squished into four measly boxes, usually used to transported stacks of A4 pieces of paper. One box was half filled with his personal documents which he would soon to be alleviated of by this afternoon, along with his rookie uniforms in another which would leave him with a little over two boxes. Rude turned his attention to the smallest of his boxes which was for his most personal possessions and at the very top of the objects within sat his shades and the bouncy ball. Sighing to himself he donned the dark glasses and left his room. He had no destination in mind it was just better to be doing something than sitting uselessly in his room.

His biological clock had demanded he rose at the usual early hour, no matter how late they'd been up the previous night. He had tried to relax in his bed but he quickly grew restless, lounging was not normally part of his routine. Although he was still aching from the previous night and he knew he may plough into the day in a tired stupor for the first couple of hours he still blasted the last dregs of sleepiness in a hot shower. He had optimistically assumed packing would take most of the morning and lead him into the afternoon but it ended up only consuming fifteen minutes maximum of his time.

He stopped in front of Jim's door. Part of him presumed the older man would be awake but a wiser part guessed the man would be taking advantage of a morning off. To make sure he knocked softly, but still loud enough for a conscious person to hear. No response. The smallest of grins broke onto his face, the first of the day, just imagining his friend spread out in his sheets still in the land of dreams. Rude was slightly jealous of him but did not dwell on it, carrying on wondering where he should go next. There were still many floors his key card was denied access, it wouldn't be until the afternoon or even tomorrow would new cards be issued increasing their freedom another notch. However he quickly discovered his card was now being denied access to the higher floors, including the one the break room was on. Curious he tried getting onto other floors but was greeted with red blinking lights and denials except where the training floor and levels one to twenty were concerned. Accepting this development with another sigh he chose to go to the training floor although the sight of a large gym wasn't something he was keen on at that moment.

Although the corridors were all almost completely metallic, the only decoration being simple lighting and functional signs it was incredibly warm. The pipes ebbed in the walls radiating their heat whether they contained water or electrical energy. The warmth encouraged his drowsiness so he tried to walk in the centre of the corridors just because it was marginally cooler. No matter the hour ShinRa Tower was always busy, less so during the night and early morning shift just before the change over, but still enough for Rude to get in the way of working people. Most of the people he passed were in suits and many were also on the pallid side, years without natural light would do that to people he supposed. Even if he was in their way not as single one spared him even an exasperated glance simply stepping around him like he was a piece of furniture that had always been there. They weren't in a hurry either, they simply moved at a reasonably fast pace in an almost trance like state, their one track minds focused on the tasks they were in the middle of. Rude quite enjoyed the slower tempo; it was comparatively leisurely and suited his state of mind. It was like walking through ghosts Rude thought, or at least it would be if those sort of ghosts existed instead of the malicious monster kind. Then again he had heard rumours that some parts of the planet had real spirits.

He reached the Gym in good time. It was already occupied but that did not bother him. A couple of people looked over when he entered but quickly went back to whatever exercise they'd been doing, some gave him a second glance when he just sat down on a bench and did nothing else. These people he quickly realised had been among the spectators the night before and were probably telling their friends if they recognised him. Rude zoned his surroundings out accepting a moment of quiet contemplation, the background activity settling his mind. Until the sense of someone approaching forced him back to the present. He waited for them to be right behind him before turning.

He surprised them, their hand was hovering in the air as if they'd just been about to touch him on the shoulder and Rude was aware by now whether intentional or not he usually managed to briefly intimidate anyone he met for the first time. Admittedly in the past couple of days less and less people were put off by his appearance but he saw he affected this man.

"Can I help you?" He asked.

The new comer, to his credit, was already over the initial shock and in answer to the question adopted a smile although at the edges it seemed a bit like a smirk making Rude wonder if he was being sincere or maybe that was the man's way of being impressed. "This space taken?"

The man seemed pleasant so he makes room on the bench, the stranger sits down and as Rude expected carries on speaking, "Your the Rookie that did really well last night," He pauses and looks over at Rude who doesn't say anything but takes note of the man's bright, honey, brown eyes. "You had a round with the red haired guy didn't you?" The question was not rhetorical and Rude felt himself being forced to answer.

"Yes."

"I heard it was quite something."i The man says smiling at him but Rude doesn't think it quite reaches his eyes which are too busy gauging for his reaction.

"You weren't there?"

The stranger looks at him a little more intently as he replies, "I was implying that. I heard it went on quite a while but everyone managed to keep the executives entertained." The man quirks an eyebrow and Rude assumes from his manners so far the man must be a Turk. "And the nightshift have been buzzing about it ever since. They say you did extremely well for a rookie." At this point the man finally extents a hand out for Rude to shake, "Mind if I have a name to go with that reputation?"

Rude takes the hand firmly; his grip is much stronger than the stranger's who is late enforcing his hold. "Rude and you are?"

"Call me Macti," This time the grin does seem honest putting Rude somewhat at ease although he is sure he has heard the name mentioned before.

Slowly the man relaxes his hand and Rude does the same despite the relative good nature of the man there is a tangible air of caution between them. He can sense there is something Macti wishes to say but he is waiting for the right moment. Feeling benevolent he keeps up the conversation, "Have you been here long?"

"As in, in here long or with ShinRa?"

"Both."

Macti smirks at his answer and looks away casually examining the gym, particularly at a couple sparring. "An hour, I'm waiting for someone to finish. I've been here a couple of years." He concludes.

"Long time."

Macti nodded thoughtfully a slight frown slowly forming on his brow, "With luck and the right choices you'll be here a long time to." He looks back at Rude again with the same careful glance he gave him before, evaluating the rookie's response.

"We're in the same department." It wasn't a question but Rude felt it was the time to confirm his assumption, knowing a little more about Macti would leave him feeling more satisfied when the conversation was over.

"Yes we are." Macti nods again, a single firm nod and the rookie senses the time for whatever the man wished to say was passing, more so when another man ends his routine on the mat and begins walking over to them.

"You had something to tell me?"

Again his abruptness is a surprise but Macti hesitates only for an instant the time needed to decide whether he wishes to voice his thoughts or not. He decides he will, "Yes, a warning." Immediately Rude becomes slightly more alert sensing a darkening in Macti's tone. A new kind of caution settles around them one which sends coldness across his skin, "Be careful around the redhead."

"Reno?"

He is even more confused when the man flinches at the name, no he must have been mistaken he could have just blinked. The Man's friend is almost with them and Macti rushes out the rest, "Yes, he's a mutt for ShinRa. It doesn't do well to get too close to them, and it won't do well to get close to him." He stands, his friend has stopped a few paces from the bench and he goes to him composure brightening as if nothing is wrong, "It was nice meeting you Rude, I wish you a swift recovery."

Disturbed Rude watches the two men go, Macti's friend didn't even acknowledge him which he also thought was odd. No longer comfortable he waits a few seconds after they have left the gym before getting up and leaving as well. Again he attracts attention but it was no more than before. The corridors are busier; it was time for the changeover of staff. Blurry eyed night workers shuffle out as perkier day workers bustle in to take over the load. Automatically Rude found himself striding through the metallic corridors his footsteps ringing along with many others as they picked up the pace.

Looking at his watch he noted he still had a three more hours before he had to return to his room and from there go to some assembly point. Thinking it over he had two options. One leave the building and head into Midgar or two wander aimlessly in the garage again. He did not feel up to mixing with normal civilians, especially not in uniform. Taking a deep breath he headed for the garage.

He didn't know what he'd been expecting, he supposed after the 'talk' with Macti he'd got the bizarre hope the redhead would show up because he wanted him to, maybe even almost knock him over again as well. Of course that didn't happen but he did get a couple of close shaves though, as a range of vehicles drove in, many in various stages of disrepair as if they were coming back from some war zone. If he so happened to walk by where one of these parked occasionally the driver or other occupant would look up and- always smiling- explain the reason for the damage, usually one word seemed to sum it up, "demonstrators." A few looked like they'd been through the wastelands in which case their tired appearance needed no explanation.

Strolling though the rows of vehicles, taking in the Mako fumes swirling in the underground eased out the man's warning and Rude grew less troubled by it, only the strangeness that one Turk would warn against a college bothered him. Call him simple but he had expected just getting a partner and live day by day on whatever mission came up until he was called back into the Lifestream, obviously more would come with a Turk Lifestyle but he did not like the idea of internal complications or disputes. At least he had no intention of being dragged into any such things. Probably he'd been expecting the professional appearance demonstrated to them by the academy instructors to follow up into reality, he admitted such a mistake was naive. He had always stayed out of trivial squabbles and was determined to do so, nothing of any worth came of such petty behaviour but unfortunately the involvement or at least mention of Reno stroked his curiosity. He would not lie to himself; he did want to know why a man who seemed otherwise amiable was harbouring some hostility towards the youth. The tournament left him with a sense he'd crossed some sort of threshold without noticing, there was no going back and everything ahead was clear, like a new journal waiting for him to put pen to paper. But the transition from trainee to rookie seemed blurred. Honestly he had expected a pinnacle moment but it seemed the acceptance process was stretching out. The idle time was sapping his motivation especially after all the intense work and stress before last night, he felt he should be doing something. He felt restless.

He dawdled through the aisles of motorbikes guiltily trying to remember which one the redhead had been driving but he could not remember or it might not even have been there, if he was honest he had been paying more attention to the driver than the vehicle. He wasted near two hours in the basements but he reasoned he was now at least familiar with where most ground travelling vehicles were stationed even if he was still denied access to parts. His interest had been piqued whenever the little red light flashed at him but he quickly moved on, least he attracted guards. He supposed there was still much he had to look forward to, including –hopefully- having his own form of transportation or at least being allowed to ride something company made, no matter what people said ShinRa had the best equipment when it came to technology and usually horded the best people to work with it. So he hadn't really wasted two hours as he'd been browsing for which vehicles he would rather like taking the wheel in. He admired motorbikes, sleek and fast machines but he much preferred the stable and throbbing hum from within a car or truck. His taste was much like his build, power and strength over speed.

Rude was therefore glad he had taken a legitimate stroll through the garage especially when he only had to idle half an hour in his room before a knock on the door announced it was time. Eagerly he opened the door, only to be greeted by Kyo looking like a cat that just had its tail stepped on.

"Good, at least someone is ready!" The ginger haired man yelled so the whole corridor could hear, then added in a low and menacing way, "ya are ready right?"

In answer Rude stepped back revealing most of his spotless, bare room but most importantly his four boxes on the floor. It didn't improve Kyo's mood dramatically but at least he stopped giving him glare that seemed ready to melt stone. "Great, you better have packed your old uniforms and papers separately from the stuff you want to keep; we're not sorting through it when we get there!"Again he said this at full volume and Rude dare say he heard a sudden frantic amount of activity coming from the nearest rooms. He quirked a brow and the Turk smirked at him. "Least I warned them. So grab your stuff and let's go we don't have all day."

Doing as he was told he hurried behind the Turk striding through the corridors, going the same way Arisa had brought him. "The others?"

"Trent can handle them; he's more patient than I am anyway." Kyo shrugged, Rude liked how he'd just stated the obvious. "I want to talk to you anyways."

An ominous feeling crept into Rude's gut and his steps slowed ever so slightly. Kyo carried on regardless, "Everyone noticed you were getting pretty chummy with the Kid on the floor last night. I ain't got a problem with it but I'd advice you keep some distance until you know what you're getting into."

Strangely after the talk with Macti he had expected Kyo's 'advice' and it irked him for reasons he could not explain. He supposed it was mostly because of the sense he was being kept out of something and he didn't understand what or why. He must have let his annoyance show for the Turk asked, "You say something?"

"No," He replied evenly but with enough sharpness for Kyo to narrow his eyes at him.

"Ya got a lot to learn rookie, you're with the big boys now," He smirked reaching out and gracefully swiping the two boxes Rude had been balancing, it was so abrupt the rookie noticed the change in weight before his eyes registered the lack of boxes in front of him. "It's best to keep things simple for yourself."

"Wouldn't that be boring?"

Kyo laughed, "You'll get enough action without looking for it. Funny I wouldn't take you for a thrill seeker." The ginger haired man cocked his head as he looked back at him amusedly. "But then you were in the basements again this morning."

"Surveillance?"

"You rookies are still under the microscope," Kyo shrugged, manoeuvring the boxes in his arms around to free one hand as they approached the elevator , "It being the era of paranoia an all."

Rude was silent as the man summoned an elevator. He noticed Kyo had become less agitated now it was just the two of them and came to the conclusion crowds made him nervous which was probably the real reason he'd left Trent with everyone else. Rude noted the man's suit was probably the neatest he had seen it, although the top buttons were still undone everything else was clean and tidy, for once not looking like he'd just picked his clothes off the floor before putting then on in a hurry. His hair also looked cleaner. He wondered if he had earned the morning off after last night or there was another reason.

The lift arrived and they manoeuvred inside feeling snug with the boxes. "You haven't got a lot of stuff," Kyo commented.

"I have what I need."

"Resources are going to love you," The Turk smirked, amused probably by some 'in-joke 'but Rude noted the man's agitation return now they were in a confide space.

Against his better judgement he asked, "Claustraphobic?"

He was unsurprised when the man practically spat at him from across the lift, "O-of Course NOT! I'm not anything –aphobic." Obvious the Turk was lying but Rude nodded calmly as if he believed him. However the man didn't settle down, if anything he grew more fidgety. When the doors opened on their floor he burst out, startling the receptionists and somehow knocking over one of the potted plants. Rude sighed, shoulders sagging for an instant before he stepped out ignoring the confused bystanders although he did have the courtesy to right the plant, after seeing so many metallic floors he appreciated the effort on the couple which tried to be more warm and welcoming.

Unexpectedly they by-passed the beech door, continuing through to rows of office cubicles which Rude, when he could, glimpsed fleetingly the early morning rituals of those within. He noted this was possibly the most normal part of the building which now he knew the place a little better made it odd. Still there were other floors, most the ones which conducted business related to the general public. That fact was unsurprising, it made a lot of sense although the designer had made sure that though everything was a couple of watts brighter and the dominant grey, blue and greens hues which characterised most of the building (and most of the city as a whole if he was honest) where toned down by the introduction of warmer yellows, reds or simply whites and creams yet one didn't have to look far to see glass and metal. He'd heard that at one time the building had not been so; aside from basic layout it had been pretty monotonous. Thankfully the demand to reconstruct parts to advance their technology and accommodate the advancing size of the company had along the way allowed some creativity to come in, simply plants at first (which were in themselves quite a novelty for most people living in a city in the wastelands) and it had gone from there. Now most floors had their own feel, their own atmosphere making it obvious which level an accustomed personal was on simply by the subtly change in light, or a certain associated smell. This particular floor, as he noted before was among the ones that had taken things furthest from its bare beginnings. The staff weren't full of Duchene smiles – not like the ones downstairs, they wouldn't know what a real smile looked like – and the air smelled strongly of cool water, coffee and delicately of flora perfume mainly because hardly any men worked on this floor. Intended or not the effect drew you in, after the shadowed streets under the almost permanently cloudy sky, and the comparatively cold and professional lobby with its security monitored entrance to have the elevator stop at such a bright and relaxing setting had the deceptive quality of being far removed from Midgar.

Kyo didn't spare the environment much of a glance as he stormed through, actually cringing against the perfume of one female employee who got too close. For some reason he found this amusing rather than alarming, he only became concerned when Kyo rammed his boxes into a door as a means to open it instead of bothering to free an arm or use his leg to kick it open. Kyo just so happened to have the box which had his personal- breakable- items in. Pointedly at the next set of doors he quickly reached over the man and pushed the door open, Kyo was not impressed, still he said "Thanks".

They went a few paces, turned a corner and through two sets of double doors, the first where wooden and swung but the second were heavy metal with painted numbers, swiping key card access and all. The abrupt change was unsettling as was the doors lumbering clang as they pulled apart and a blast of cool air wafted over them. In comparison Kyo relaxed and practically strolled down the steps into the darkness, the sound of the echo told Rude the room was small and completely metallic.

"Special delivery," The ginger haired cooed into the blackness. When he reached the bottom the lights blinked on revealing for an instant Rude had been right, then the space filled with the hum of sleepy electronics waking up and the lights slowly returned to life. As the rookie followed the light gradually grew in intensity, from a musty orange that reminded Rude of downtown Midgar to a harsh lighting which made him glad to be wearing shades again.

Across the small room was a long metal bench, nothing underneath it, nothing above either but beyond it was a door shaped hole exactly in the middle of the metallic wall, beyond that they seemed to be another metal wall. It was from here the head appeared. Summoned by Kyo's voice the rest of the man soon followed squinting unpleasantly at them before fixing the Turk with a particularly suspicious glare, "Well, where are the rest?"

"My partner's bringing them," Kyo drawled beckoning Rude forward. The man looked derisively down his nose at Kyo before leaving again. He came back with a hand held, touch screen device, "Suppose I should be expecting an influx anytime soon then."

"Sorry mate," The Turk said not sounding the least bit sorry, "Trent will make sure they've got their stuff sorted before coming."

"They always say that," The man muttered under his breathed, pointing for them to place the boxes on the bench.

"You know we live to make your hard life easier." Kyo said far too cheerfully earning another annoyed look from the man who had taken to inspecting the inside of the boxes, putting to one side the ones not containing company property or paper work, he proceeded to go through those carefully, ticking things off on his electronic device.

Kyo stepped back and tapped his foot on the floor- again it seemed just to irritate the unnamed man- while Rude watched the process keenly. Obviously the man was checking everything was there but Rude noticed he seemed to handle the documents almost fugitively and only used the pen in his hand to move the contents about. He got the sense that despite Kyo seemingly looking bored at the floor he actually had his eyes on the man the whole time. Whatever this man's job was it was low on the food chain.

"Everything is in order," He said at last, pulling all the boxes a little closer to himself. He paused to pull out a handkerchief and pat his balding forehead.

"Great, thought we'd start you off gently," The Turk smirked, "It's a big haul this time might want to call on your other hands hidden back there." Another scowl was the response and the man pulled out some labels which he proceeded to tag the boxes. They stuck around long enough to watch him stack them and balancing the lot withdraw to wherever he had come from. "He won't be back, let's go."

Rude followed Kyo out, wondering where they were going next and hoping it was to the lounge area. He wouldn't mind some familiar surroundings now he was starting to get disorientated following the ginger haired man. It wasn't to be. Going back through the double set of double doors Kyo turned away from the direction they had come. A little while later they stopped at what appeared to be a dead end. The Turk inserted his card into a barely visible slit between two metal panels. A panel in front of them slide to the side. They went through into a unlit corridor. As in the room before it took a while for the lights to come on, but these were simply strips along the floor lighting the way along the passage, to the next doorway and so on. Despite the close darkness above them the circulation of air was good enough to give the impression where they were walking was lofty. The temperature had fallen even more than it had in the other room for the air running over them was, fast, cold and fresh. Kyo's hair blew behind him and the Turk wisely donned his gloves for it only got steadily chillier as they went along. Apart from their echoing footsteps the passages were silent and it took Rude a long time to work out what they were walking on were actually suspended walkways within the main body of the buildings massive ventilation system. Well most of the time anyway as new passages and turns tended to result in a different sound under the beat of their feet. It was the only way Rude could guess at the change, otherwise the world had become black and two strips of light.

It wasn't in his nature to break silences but after some minutes of blind following he had to know what was going on. "Where-"

"You need a suit for tonight; I'm taking you to a tailor. Heh bet ya didn't think Midgar had anything like that did you?" Kyo cut him off and anticipating what Rude was going to ask next continued, "The others will go as well but with twenty odd of you people will have to go to different places. Of course the girl's dresses have been pre-prepared."

"Why must we go out?"

"Normally we don't but everything has been running behind schedule not to mention last time someone tried to infiltrate the building pretending to be a tailor or something. Luckily the rookie at the time was competent enough to nullify the situation before it got concerning. So til Reeve's sorts out this new security system- again we had problem and a certain someone's inventive 'fixing' short circuited everything the foreign equipment was attached to, it got rid of the problem but caused a mess, - Anyway the temporary programs are more than enough to keep most at bay but the President is jittery about the odd determined ones we get and so would rather we minimise entrance into the building."

"What about last night?"

"You crazy, only someone suicidal would have tried anything then. Last night was probably the safest the president has been out in public." Kyo sharp tone suggested Rude's unknowing stupidity had annoyed him with his. So he felt it best to say no more.

Eventually they hit concrete, and the slightly dusty smell of the passages they'd been through was replaced by the more welcome odour of petrol fumes. Rude had to wonder why they hadn't taken an elevator to the basement but kept it to himself. They carried on in darkness for sometime but Rude could see distinctly up ahead the rest of the grey corridor which was lit. Crossing the threshold from light to dark gave him an unexpected elated sensation, but he shrugged it off noticing that wherever they were it must be behind one of the doors he'd been denied access that morning. They went through another door way and turned right into a passage that stretched out, it was wide enough that steel pillars had been erected in the middle to hold the weight. As they walked he realised the petrol fumes were coming from above and they had in fact left the ShinRa building some time ago, now they were walking under its streets. The metal pavement they were now walking on was slick with water dripping continuously from pipes that really could do with fixing and he didn't want to know what the green, algae or fungus was that spilled from cracks like ooze. He expected the inevitability of them ending up in the sewers; however Kyo surprised him by stopping at a ladder and climbing up. Wordlessly Rude followed. It was quite a climb making Rude understand they'd been at least partly travelling under the sewers. He wondered how Kyo knew where he was going for although the passage had been reasonably well lit and quite modern there had been no directions or any form of helpful information by which they could use for guidance- most likely in case terrorists found the passages.

Reaching the top he had to wait while Kyo removed a manhole cover before leaping out, Rude followed quickly and helped put the covering back into place. They stood in an alley and from the neat layout Rude assumed they were in one of the more respectable areas of town, close to sector 8 probably.

"Crap," Kyo cursed, looking down at himself. Rude tried to see if he'd got some filth on his clean suit but despite all the opportunities there didn't seem to be anything noticeable, "I forgot to change."

After a moments deliberation he started shredding layers, first the jacket then he undid his shirt revealing a blue vest. He left those two garments on but he did take his pants off, going over to a nearby dumpster and pulled a box from under it. From the disgusting box he pulled out a pair of equally grubby pants looking triumphant saying something to himself which Rude didn't catch. He put the pants on and looked at the rookie still standing there, instantly his expression soured, "Oi, you just going to stand there? Sort yourself out."

Perplexed Rude looked about himself shifting on the spot vaguely wondering if he was supposed to find a hidden box as well. Kyo groaned loudly and strode over, automatically Rude backed away raising an arm defensively. Kyo lashed out regardless wrenching his tie with one hand and pulling at his jacket with the other, "Get the point."

Rude resisted on principle and Kyo let him go roughly, "look just get rid of the tie and Jacket and unbutton the shirt." Seeing the rookie's expression he gave him another rough shove in the shoulder, "It won't kill you, we're wasting time."

Complying reluctantly he undid his tie and folded his Jacket neatly. He couldn't quite bring himself to un-tuck his shirt but he did undo the top button. Rolling his eyes at him Kyo indicated for him to put his garments into the box where he'd also put his pants and walked out of the alley. Rude had to hurry to maintain pace with the man. The streets were full, people of every walk of life merged together enticed by the exchange of goods, food and money. Beggars and unmistakable low lives hung around corners looking like buzzards awaiting easy pickings, children clung to their oblivious mothers so focused on what they had come out to do they could have been in another world. MPs walked calmly amongst the civilians, causing those that looked like they didn't belong in the sector to wither back momentarily and drawing the admiring eye of bored children and youths. Rude now questioned why they had to dress down if this was a clearly ShinRa 'friendly' area as most of the top plates where. The answer became clear enough when they left the high streets and plunged into the alley ways. Still there was something about them which caused most people to step back out of their way, yet Rude still felt exposed and despite the warmth coming from the piping running on the outside of the buildings shivers ran up and down his spine.

Kyo stopped at the bottom of a rusting fire escape, the bottom of the ladder was quite high up but the Turk was undaunted. He assessed the distance then stepped back a couple of paces for a run up. Rude got out of the way and smiled when the Turk hit the ladder rather ungracefully, the man clambered up with minimal grumbling though and the rookie wasn't going to complain when he undid a latch at the top which brought the ladder down to a more accessible level for him. Testing its stability he decided it could take his weight and climbed. The oxidised metal grumbled unpleasantly under his large hands and the rungs seemed dangerously thin making him proceed with extra caution but Kyo was already a platform ahead of him. Really, he thought, there had to be an easier way to get a new suit. This new rigmarole was for the extravagant meal they had to attend for business purposes, thus some level of secrecy was warranted but he wondered what was wrong with the front door when Kyo stopped four floors up and rapped on the window.

He was still at it by the time Rude came to crouch next to him. Giving the persistent Turk a single glance he examined the lighted room beyond the glass. It looked like a typical tailor's shop, racks of suits and dresses, measuring tape spilling on the floor and those infamous three tall mirrors and stool next to a little curtained area. Shifting he tried to see the rest of the room noting that though it was cluttered with clothes and fabric, including a work station where quick alterations were probably conducted, it was devoid of human life. A cat snoozing on a clump of soft looking fabric was the only living creature and Rude had a feeling it wasn't going to open the window anytime soon.

"Is anyone else coming?"

"Yeah, yeah," Kyo huffed pausing in his knocking to rub his knuckles, "and before you go there we are expected."

Just that moment a squeal of surprise, loud enough to be heard though the window, called their attention back to the room to see a woman fling rolls of dark fabric into the air and run. The Turks had enough time to share another look before they caught sight of a short man bustling across the room. They shifted back when the man flung the small windows open.

"Gentlemen," He said with a degree of pleasure and excitement that Rude wasn't used to hearing, "I apologise I had no idea, you are early." He looked at Rude, "Welcome sir, I don't believe we have met but don't worry I have your order ready in the back and I can already say it will look wonderful on a strapping man like yourself." The tailor- for Rude presumed he had to be- thrust his arm out keenly and the rookie had no option but to take it, trying to be gentle for the man's hands felt incredibly delicate and bony, his skin was rough like old parchment an indicator of many years of work. "Hmm, a good firm grip," the man commented to himself releasing Rude and turning to Kyo, "Just one?"

" No the others will be by later," The ginger haired man responded wandering over to some casual looking suits, for a moment the Tailors eyes lit up, appreciating the interest but then he remembered he had Rude to attend to.

"This way sir," He indicated to the curtained room, drawing the thick red fabric aside and bowing with alien eloquence. Rude swore he saw Kyo smirking in his general direction and tried to relax but was finding it difficult, even more so when the curtain was drawn behind him and he was left in the small space with barely enough room to turn around. He remained where he stood, listening to the tailor call for his assistant who sounded as if she could be his daughter. He was just asking her to get some suits, listing the required measurements and from her replies Rude got the impression she would be some time about it. Heaving a sigh to himself he let his mind wonder. Naturally it went straight for the topic which had bothered him all the way here; there was more of Kyo's 'talk' yet to come. After observing the man the whole way it was clear something was on the Turks mind which seemed to be making him more agitated than usual. Probably he'd been ordered, unlikely by Tseng but evidently by a superior to inform Rude of something, whether the first part concerning Reno was part of that or not he couldn't tell yet but as long it was just him and Kyo he knew neither would be comfortable until what had to be said was said. The question was why was Kyo dawdling? The walk here should have provided amble opportunity for a private conversation.

He almost jumped when the curtains unexpectedly burst open behind him and the tailor squealed, "Why aren't you undressed? Precious time is running away from us! Come on sir, quick, quick!" The man was practically jumping as he spoke brandishing a labouring hanger from which hung his outfit for the evening in its protective material case.

Without a word he took it from the man and closed the curtain. He had seen the Turk definitely smirking behind the panicking tailor's head and easily heard the derisive comment about his prudishness. He pulled the zipper on the material case harder than he meant to and almost broke the small piece of metal. He inspected the tuxedo within. It was black. Comparing it to his pants the hue was a sharper and deeper shade, the material felt smooth and silky and he knew it would compliment his complexion handsomely. It was clear then that whoever had picked out their outfits had done so with much consideration and this evening was going to be a glamorous affair indeed. He would have groaned if he was sure Kyo couldn't hear but he was positive he could so suppressed the urge. The bowtie and waistcoat were of the same material and the simple white shirt was unadorned but soft. Taking the assemble as a whole the outfit was simple yet sharp and he decided he liked it. After taking in the appearance he quickly searched for the expected hidden pockets, noting the wires hooked into the bow tie and places where Materia could be stores inconspicuously in the lining and sleeves. As he finally got around to putting the clothes on he revelled momentarily as the shirt caressed his skin feeling like cream was flowing over him. So many years with just the basics such plain luxury was worth savouring. He also noted a couple of extra pockets in the light trousers. The waistcoat was the only heavy item, a cleverly disguised bullet proof vest and it was wired to a heat sensor within it and an emergency communicator. He found nine small cartridges concealed under what looked like the left breast, he took note of their labels. The top three read (HC) these were grey, the three below (CSA) were blue and the final three were yellow and labelled (FM) accordingly. He immediately checked the right pocket which was real but inside where three red cartridges labelled (WP). He didn't touch these ones.

"Oi Princess you done in there or what?" Kyo yelled but from his tone of voice he was more amused than irritated.

In reply Rude drew back the curtain and stepped out. The Turk took one look at him and nodded with a smug grin, he knew Rude had been examining the suit, while the tailor's daughter shyly cooed over how the tux suited him. The only one who wasn't happy was the tailor. He stamped his foot like a child having a tantrum and muttered to himself as he pushed Rude towards the mirrors and directed him onto the stool. He then proceeded to hurry off allowing Rude to cast Kyo- who still appeared quite entertained- a confused glance. The tailor appeared again from behind a rack of jackets wrapped in plastic with a ladder in his hands, a tape measure in his mouth, and balancing a sewing box in the crook of his arm. He delicately lowered the ladder right next Rude and clambered up. Rude could see Kyo was battling against a fit of laughter and the daughter was blushing profusely but she smiled reassuringly up at him. Focusing on them made it easier to accept the tailor tucking at his collar and rearranging the suit, smoothing it out here and there. He moved Rude around like a Mannequin absorbed in making everything meet his degree of perfection. At last he said, "It will have to do. Mia bring the shoes and you'll be all set."

Rude frowned and looked at Kyo, "We're being picked up here, makes sense rather than have a load of cars leave HQ all at once; the Limo is circling the plate as we speak. They haven't reported anything suspicious so it looks promising for a quiet night." The ginger haired man informed him with a shrug.

Just as he finished speaking there was a knock on the door. "That'll be the others," Mia said and scampered off. The Tailor smiled tiredly getting down from the ladder and putting it to one side. Moments later the noise of a group of people making their way through racks of clothes announced the arrival of the other rookies, they appeared around the corner soon after. There was a pause as Rude assessed who was present as likewise they took in his attire. The pause was broken when a new comer wolf whistled and Rude could firmly say that person was John. They were all wearing varying degrees of bizarre clothes it took him a little longer to figure out one was Shady and the slightly shorter man as Kito. He stepped down from the stool and nodded to them.

"Talkative as ever," John smiled, removing the hat which had concealed most of his hair and the old, tattered scarf which had concealed much of his lower face. He looked like he had just come from one of the lowest sectors. Shady the vainest rookie, well besides Marko, had tried to spruce up his casual disguise -somewhat simple jeans and black shirt – with a couple of rings and chains on his person and his hair was similarly hidden like John's but under a classy Fedora. The tall collar on his long coat served to conceal most of his face without raising too much suspicion, he could blend in with all the other married men taking an evening visit to the Honey Bee Inn. Kito just wore sunglasses and an overgrown, faded black sweater over a shirt and slacks. Rude noticed Mia take a few more glances towards Kito than the other two, probably finding his cool demeanour alluring, Rude heard somewhere women found that kind of thing attractive.

Kito lifted his shades and rested them on his head before speaking, "We would have arrived sooner but we were told to arrive together although we journeyed separately." Rude caught John's slightly nervous shift and the almost accusing flicker in the glance the other two gave him. The tailor missed this completely simply happy they were here at last.

"No never mind that," He said wafting at the air as if to bat the words away, "Mia sort this gentlemen out with his footwear while I locate these gentlemen's garments." He started walking before he finished speaking but it wasn't until the tailor was out of sight did the others begin taking off more of their additional attire and try and look round for places to put them out of the way. Mia came forward immediately and took his arm to lead him to another part of the shop. When he passed John he couldn't resist saying "You got lost."

A nervous laugh was all the reply Rude received before the tailor returned and he was taken behind what seemed like shelves stacked and draped with fabric. The girl headed straight for a wooden door at the end, silently indicating for him to wait outside. It didn't taken her long to find the shoes and socks to match. Carefully he took his own off and exchanged them for the new and obviously more expensive pair. He wasn't comfortable with Mia watching nor did he like the way she dived right in as soon as he straightened to 'fix' the trouser legs to the exact length. He decided she'd picked up some picky habits from her father.

They went back to the rest; John was on the stool while Kito and Shady stood next to Kyo. Rude went to join them just as Mia beckoned Shady into the changing room. Kito sighed heavily when the man left them and shifted on his feet, Rude sensed his impatience but didn't comment on it. Instead he looked at Kyo who was watching Kito in a bored yet smug manner, slouched against a pile of dresses as he sat on the windowsill. Feeling eyes on him the Turk glanced up at Rude over Kito's head. "So I take it you found all the goodies hidden in there then."

Rude nodded.

"Good saves me explaining that much, I take it they covered how to use most of it in the academy. For the bowtie you just press the knot, pretty simple, just try and not fiddle with it during the evening otherwise your chit-chat will be broadcast to the nights surveillance team. Don't remove the waistcoat no matter what and those smokescreens are in emergency circumstances only, unless you want to put the boss' quests in quarantine or the infirmary."

"They're just there as a precaution right? I mean it's unusual for these party things to be targeted." John butted in as he wandered over to them, looking clean and smart with his hair combed back, his waves looking lush and attractive. Perhaps Marko hadn't taken all the best genes after all.

"Inside yeah, on the way that's the dangerous part." Kyo nodded, "All the limos you'll be taking are decoys and you'll blend in with the other guests for similar reasons. The President has been in the building where it's being held all day, security is tight but it's mostly those that went through a less formal induction than yours so it's almost everyone's biggest operation yet. Normally the numbers would be balanced with the policing and military forces but circumstances as they are they've gone with just the Turks this year."

"Is that the reason for so many?" Kito inquired.

"Afraid so, if they weren't so intent on appearances some of you wouldn't have made the cut." Kyo replied.

John gulped then asked, "How big is this building anyway that we need trackers?"

"Ever seen the Il regno di cristallo?"

"No," John said expression contorting in confusion.

Kyo rolled his eyes, "Just think of the theatre in Loveless Avenue just more windows, grander and pale. It's about a quarter of the height as HQ and has huge steps leading to the entrance. The Walls are thick for security and aside from the huge dining hall or ball room it's a Hotel. The President rents the whole thing for this evening so most of the rooms are set up with surveillance and the party stays on the low levels. I'll give you a proper briefing in the limo; to be honest it's just watching rich people have a good time until the change over at midnight."

"Change over?"

"Yeah, for the ones that served as entertainment and had those nasty initiation assignments you get a ceremony for when you're assigned your partners."

"I thought everyone got similar assignments." John was getting more and more confused; lucky for the others he would ask the questions as they were curious as well.

"Well those who go the other way traditionally just patrol sector 8."

"Those lucky-"

"Yeah but you get promoted a little faster this way." Kyo cut John off smirking. Mia came over to ask Kito to enter the changing room. He went silently and Rude stepped to fill the space he'd been in while John took up his other side so now Rude stood in the middle. They waited for Shady to join them, Rude was getting the impression Mia had some sort of hair grooming skills for the man's stylized hair was back to its usual immaculate condition. He smiled easily at the three settling near John.

"Did this guy work for ShinRa in the past?" Shady asked nodding slightly towards the tailor. Like his mannerisms his speech was smooth and casual. Whoever designed his suit took this into account, like Kyo he wore his normal Turk suit without the top buttons done up, therefore his tux didn't have a bowtie but his jacket had a breast pocket with a decorative red piece of material sticking out, Rude supposed that would work the same way.

The Turk took his time before answering and when he spoke Rude could tell he didn't know the answer for sure, "He has supported the company for long enough that he's trusted. Maybe has some family connections."

"You don't know?" Again Shady's mild was unoffending, his whole air was calmly inviting people to like him.

Kyo smiled, "You're the ex-con artist aren't ya? Heard you built up a plump bank account mind if I ask the reasons for the career change?"

Shady's smile didn't falter once even when the other two rookies surprised attention became solely focused awaiting the answer, "Well let's just say I'd live a better life working for ShinRa, besides it's much more entertaining."

"You're the guy Placide uncovered conning the mayor," Kyo asked leaning in, his grin becoming almost predatory but Shady did well to stay calm. "You owe her your life."

"I do, I do," Shady replied elegant wistfulness entering his voice, "Ah what a woman... she inspired me to give my talents to his company."

"Yeah saying that does sound better than being blackmailed into it," Kyo added thoughtfully with a smirk. Although he seemed to think Shady was trying to put some sort of honour into his decision when there was none Rude believed there was some matters of the heart that had influenced the con artist. If he had so much money than bribing his way out of prison wasn't unheard of. Whatever Shady's and this other Turks back story was it must run deep, even now the rookie's smile quivered as he remembered something enjoyable of his past. "Still it took her long enough to expose you it was a good call on her part to recruit ya."

"Ah," Shady responded politely but his mind was going through other things and he said no more.

Strangely Rude thought he would dislike knowing a colleague was a con-artist by nature yet he actually found himself viewing the man with increased admiration and felt better knowing the reason for the charming charisma surrounding the man in everything he did. Shady had trained himself to be enticing but there must be cunning to match it, he hadn't quite thought of it while he'd been fighting the man but his best skills were probably not in combat. Then Shady looked down at John before looking back at Kyo and said, "At the very least I have experience in killing to keep wanted silence."

"Hmm, hopefully you've learnt to be a little less reckless about that otherwise you won't be around for very long."

Shady laughed lightly, "Ah yes I have learnt my lesson I shall leave explosives to others like Tick. But tonight should be quiet, no?"

Kyo nodded, "Yeah keep yourself busy sweet talking the singles, I think the President would appreciate that."

Rude and John were beginning to feel out of place. Rude was aware from the way Kyo was leering the Turk was after something and Shady was doing his upmost to remain unaffected by it like some sort of test of wills. From the little he had observed of the ginger haired man it must be a habit of his to look for a challenge of some sort, Rude was thankful the Turk had so far left him alone.

Eventually Kito returned to them looking trim in a simple midnight-blue, evening suit and tie. It didn't look too dissimilar from the normal uniform except the material was obviously darker and of a more luxurious quality, the jacket was buttoned and the pants didn't look like they were for someone two sizes bigger. A small white silken scarf was wrapped casually around his neck like a bookstore connoisseur which balanced out the midnight hue hat settled stylishly on his head. Although Kito's expression remained serious Rude sensed his unease in the costume, certainly what they were wearing probably cost more than they would be seeing on their pay checks for a few years...or maybe never. Either way the overall effect was eye catching but gave Kito an unfortunate delicate air again that probably wasn't a look Kito wanted to sport. It couldn't be helped he supposed.

As soon as they were all set they bundled themselves down to the front door. This required the difficult task of finding their way out of the room. Even the tailor had trouble locating the escape, at first leading them to another closet of buttons or fasteners. At that point a minor feeling of despair settled around the rookies, dreading the prospect of being late because they couldn't find the door in the little shop. Mia, however, quickly came to their rescue calling them from across the room where Kyo stood next to her talking into his PHS. Door found they just had to wade their way over.

Slightly more flushed the rookies carefully treaded down the narrow and surprisingly dingy stair case; the sort one would expect lead to the attic in a haunted mansion in a child's ghost story. At least the delay meant the limo was waiting for them as soon as they stepped out. A quiet and 'clean' evening hung over the street, so different from the lively activity barely a couple of hours previous. Far away the cities distinctive song drifted close by, Rude thought it strange. The surrounding buildings were too tall to see around but the very tip of the unmistakeable ShinRa tower could be spotted peeking behind a couple of chimneys. They must on the very outskirts he thought, before he got into the luxury car. It was a bit of a squish though for it was already occupied.

"Delightful frills Lithia, would you mind getting them out of my face."

"Shut up punk, and get your head out of there unless you want to be choking on them."

It took a moment for Rude to adjust to the dark interior of the car packed with so many faces; it took him just as long to figure out the bickering duo were Lithia and Shady. Kito let out a weary sigh beside him and slouched into his seat. Rude presumed the smaller man knew something he didn't but the conflict was quickly settled after an unflattering comment resulted in a three inch heel between Shady's legs from the woman sitting opposite him. Needless to say the man's following words were best not repeating. Kyo sniggered from the front passenger seat.

"You totally deserved that."

Whatever Shady's reply was it was barely audible due to the strange pitch his voice had taken and the resulting laughter from everyone else. Rude identified the other four people sharing the ride to the party. Hana was sitting right next to Lithia; her dress was much less controversial than Lithia's deep maroon, meringue looking one. The bunched and curled material matched beautifully with Lithia's waved and curved hair but the extravagant flounce served only to aggravate the woman and those around her. In contrast Hana's was simpler and black, fitting her chest complimentarily and flowing like a silken waterfall down the rest of her petit body. That was as much as Rude make out anyway around the puff of Lithia's skirt. He was sure they'd both would look lovely when they got out of the car.

Beyond them Tick sat poker faced looking out of the tinted window, small squares of greenish light zipped across his face, actually everyone's faces but those closest to the windows the transition was much more dramatic. Opposite him and practically out of Rude view Manube was fiddling with his top hat. Straining slightly Rude tried to get a better look at the small blonde man's outfit trying to confirm if he had actually seen the lace sleeves and frilly cravat. He had. Catching John's eye who was sitting opposite him and had a much better view around Lithia's dress they exchanged subtle looks of horror, both grateful they'd got a much better tailor. At least Tick and Hana had been spared Lolita tastes although Tick also sported a top hat, white bow tie and white gloves which came across as both classy and theatrical. Up front Trent was as acting chauffer.

The scent of different colognes, deodorant and flowery perfume was strong, strong enough to overpower the leather upholstery (which was saying something). The crammed conditions and saturated warm air made everything that little bit worse for those already on edge. Opening a window would be a great relieve but it would waste the expense of the bullet proof glass.

"May I ask if there is any chance of some air conditioning back here?" Shady finally asked hand hovering over the handkerchief in his front pocket debating whether to use it to wipe his brow or not.

"More importantly you said you'd explain a few more things about this evening," Tick added with a hint of impatience in his otherwise controlled voice.

Immediately a continuous blast of cold air struck them all in the face. "Thank you," Shady said a little sarcastically swiping his fringe out of his eyes. The pressure of the icy wind decreased to a more pleasant level, Rude saw Trent taking his hand from the switch and shoot Kyo a look while the other Turk crossed his arms and grumbled before twisting to look back at them all. His expression noticeably brightened seeing the majority of sulky faces in the back seats.

"Alright about tonight, it's a simple tying up ceremony. Just another chance for the President to flash his gil and remind everyone their good life is thanks to him. Lazard has a nice protective coating of military forces setting up a perimeter on the outside and there's the standard robotic security so the chances of an actual threat are mmmh," He scrunched up his face and rocked his hand in a 'maybe but unlikely' gesture. "Still there's the odd lose ball that could sneak in and if anyone is hardcore enough to get through the outside security then at least you'll be on hand to organise an evacuation, protect the president etc. Etc. Etc."

"Kyo," Trent moaned tiredly, handling messy business of handing in the nineteen rookies' belongings by himself had strained him to the last nerve, he didn't want to have to bother with amending his partner's instructions. "Give the brief properly, please."

"What? They should know all this." Kyo snapped at the driver before turning back to them, "After a couple of months we'll hardly have to bother with these tedious briefings and orders 'cas you'll just know. Well unless it's complicated or updates in the intelligence. Most of ya probably already got a feel for this stuff. So long as you use your intuition you'll be fine, which you should do since that's why you're in this department."

Everyone nodded at this, some less sure than others. Kyo smiled smugly and said, "See no complaints. Anyway you'll be pleased to know your shift ends at midnight and you'll be free to enjoy the party while we- a.k.a us pros- pick up the slack but if you do see someone suspect or want to pursue something then by all means, just keep intel informed. You do know where all your communicators and such are located, right?"

Another round of nods, again some less sure than others.

"Great. At one you need to go to the reception hall. It's a room reserved for nuptials, which we all find hilarious." He stopped to stifle some laughter and even Trent was moved to a smile, "Aha, yeah. You'll get it."

"Is that where we'll be assigned partners?" Kito asked.

"Yep," Kyo replied far too cheerily, "At the altar." He didn't bother to stifle the cackle and rocked back in his seat. He was soon joined by Trent, whose deep, rumbling chuckle was a fitting background to his partner slightly higher pitched, fitful howls and barks of mirth. The rookies were less amused, especially Lithia who was still miffed about being a spectacle last night, being the subject of someone's joke was just pushing her further from a reasonable temper. Aware of the woman's mounting volatility Kito subtly snaked his hand around hers that were keeping her skirts down and gave it a light squeeze. She looked down at him and he cast her a warning in his serious gaze.

"Is that normal?" Shady asked sceptically.

"Infrit no! Don't worry their ain't no vows or nothing, just seems for once the higher ups have a sense of humour."

"I heard Rufus picked the venue." Trent added helpfully.

"Rufus? As in Rufus ShinRa, the President's son?" John asked unbelieving, shifting in his seat so as to converse better.

Kyo replied sarcastically, "With a surname like that who else would it be?"

"I heard he is a real impatient, callous kid." Manube piped in, his voice was comparatively very soft compared to Kyo's harsher tone giving the impression of tentativeness.

"He is," The Turks responded bluntly and in unison.

"Spoilt, cocky and ambitious." Kyo continued flicking his hand offhandedly with a snobbish flair.

Trent added, "But then if you knew him better it'd probably be understandable. He is attracted to power though and enjoys using it so as a warning try and avoid his games and the easiest way to do that is to avoid him if possible."

"Saves ya a headache. He'll be around tonight so watch out. The brat can give us a bit of grief just to spite his father but on these occasions he tends to behave."

They approached a fork in the road and took a right, into the construction works of the unfinished sector six. Hardly the foundations had been put down; apparently the head of urban development was having some difficulty designing the sector and with more resources going into the war and science, he was having difficulty funding it as well. At least the sudden break in tall buildings and lights gave a clear view of the ShinRa tower, now much bigger and brighter. Its tall, powerful frame was cloaked in the sickly green glow which stroked the horizon stretching into the black expanse.

"Veld suspects when he gets older he could be more trouble so we tend to try and monitor him but he can be quite slippery even for us."

Kyo nodded, "Uh huh, he's a prime kidnap target and despite all the training Tseng's given him he still manages to get into predicaments. It's a real hassle because he's the only legitimate heir."

"If the Boss had any consideration he could have tried to a few more to make our lives easier." Trent commented without thinking.

"What? You would have treated them as expendable," John cried shocked, whipping his head round fully and nearly colliding with Kyo, who jerked back just in time. Others were similarly appalled although Rude was simply curious as to why they would think that. Kito and Tick were also accepting this with complacence.

"No -but it'd be reassuring to know there could be a back up if something went wrong." Kyo sighed.

This time Trent nodded, "Don't get us wrong, after a while I suppose our work distorts our views somewhat but perhaps you'll understand us after working under Rufus for a while. He's still a teenager, a demanding, bossy one. You technically have authority over him but it won't feel like it."

"He mightn't be so cocky or get away with half as much if his father had another heir to threaten him with- Urgh why aren't we there already? I hate this political talk." Kyo groaned, abruptly turning around round to face the front and kick the dash board childishly. "I don't think this detour was that necessary? A limo cruising around here is going to draw attention."

"I didn't set the routes, that bearded man that buzzes around the public safety department set them." Trent grumbled rubbing his temple.

"Heideggar?" Kyo asked snorting dismissively, "He probably didn't have anything better to do. Just go straight there."

Agreeing Trent took a sharp turn and started speeding towards sector 4, racing a train on the tracks. "Want to finish that briefing? Like were all the rooms are."

"Suppose but I bet they won't need to know most of them."

"Now let's be thorough," Trent chided before giving the road his complete attention.

"Fine, fine. Well since it's Turk only on the inside of the perimeter quite a few of the guest rooms have been filled with our monitoring equipment, we had to scrub the place for bombs and taps for the past two days mind. Anyway you shouldn't have to go up the stairs for any reason and some of you will be stationed at the stairs and entrances to prevent others using them, try be polite no matter how pushy they get. If they get too determined something is up and you inform us, follow and if possible neutralise without causing a scene. It's all about image tonight."

"How am I supposed to Neutralise anyone in this abomination?" Lithia growled gesturing with a revolted wrist flick at her gown.

"I don't think you have to worry about that lady, no one is going to get around you in the first place." If the vibrant flush heating Lithia's cheeks at that moment was anything to go by, Kyo was very lucky he was a Senior and sitting in the front seat. Kito again had to discreetly calm her down but Lithia did not stop shooting daggers with her eyes at Kyo as he continued giving them the brief the rest of the way there.

It was possibly the messiest report they'd had to date. Kyo was simply recalling the parts he considered important in no particular order with constant interjections from Trent which sometimes contradicted what his partner had just told them. However piecing the information together Rude gathered himself, Shady and Hana would be some of the few who could move freely amongst the guests and who, if necessary could transverse to the upper levels of the hotel. He wasn't particularly flattered to know he wasn't given a stationary job as he looked too much like a night club bouncer. John was on stair guarding duty.

"Typical it's the left wing stair case when the buffet is closer to the right." John muttered darkly when they were out of the Limo and everyone was pairing up to walk the long green carpet which decorated the Il regno di cristallo's white marble staircase. Apparently the president had funded the finest rocks to be transported across two continents just for this building's construction and it was known for its modern spa facilities for those rich enough to use them. Kyo and Trent stayed in the Limo and only hung around long enough to ensure the rookies were far enough along the carpet to escape being questioned by the paparazzi that flooded in the second they left.

"Waiters carry food around." Rude offered his friend, as he tried to ignore the flashing cameras of the press crowded at the foot of the stairs, and looked for any of the mechanical security. Apart from security cameras hanging onto the corners a quarter of the way up the buildings and further up he couldn't see the rest. He sensed the place was secure; the building itself gave off a similar majesty as the ShinRa tower but also it felt fortified. The thick rock which made up most of its bulk would need a considerable amount of explosives to bring down. Also the perimeter of police forces guarding the area was impressive for a supposedly 'thin' measure and the inside was crawling with Turks it was virtually laughable to think of anyone foolish enough to attempt anything. But then Rude still wouldn't put it passed someone, there were fools out there after all.

"Assuming they make it all the way over. I don't even think I'm in the hall, actually they have to get through Kito first." John continued muttering negatively to himself. Rude was starting to see his point but he would much prefer his friend's job over mingling, what if he was expected to join in conversation?

"I will bring you something."

"Really? Thanks you're such a pal," John said cheering up instantly, Rude shrugged simply glad to have an excuse to avoid the trivial chit chat of the rich and famous.

He noticed more cameras as they neared the stone entrance way, the devices swivelled to zoom in on each approaching face individually and followed them as they went through the glass swivel doors. Entering the lobby a woman stood ready for them at a podium. Beyond her the entrance way was massive- well small compared to ShinRa tower – with dramatic, polished black columns leading the way to the door to the hall way. The silence was absolute, no sound penetrated the thick walls and despite the high ceiling the room felt claustrophobic. The theme was birds, each column was sculptured like a twisted tree with various species sitting in the branches and the ceiling was a joint canopy including partings in the 'leaves' for soft lighting. Ornamental crystal birds flew suspended from the ceiling, their coloured wings catching the light and casting in all around like drops of rainbow. The tiled floor was also patterned between white marble and enamelled tiles depicting scenes of birds. Different shades of Chocobo's featured strongly, a large tile showing a golden Chocobo flying in front of the sun took centre stage in the middle of the floor. Too absorbed in the extravagant environment Rude did not realise who the comparatively plain greeter was but when she spoke his eyes bulged behind his shades.

"Took you lot long enough. Everyone else was here an hour ago. Why I am not surprised Trent was your driver. Well get in there." It was Erharda. She ushered everyone past her impatiently but stopped Lithia and Manube, swiftly eyeing their attire and exclaiming, "Mercy me you poor things- Well it's only for one night just bear with it."

Walking between the columns towards two large black polished doors at the far end he noticed there were more double doors along the far walls, but all white and demure. He paid them no more mind, after Kyo got around to actually showing them the electronic map and placement of all units he knew they were all well guarded on the other side. The instant the black set of doors swept open to allow them passage the gentle noise of the party ruptured the silence, Hana jolted at the abrupt change and everyone squinted at the golden light pouring down on them. A few heads turned at their arrival but as hardly of the other quests knew who they were their interest quickly returned back to whatever conversation they'd been having. The late comers own attention was purely on the beautiful, opulent room; even Shady who had been in many high regarded establishments was intimidated. So this is what ShinRa's world was like? It was certainly worlds away from the rest of reality.

Like the lobby the theme of birds continued into the grand hall, the ball room floor was a giant mosaic of Phoenix and Rude could swear some of the tiles for its colourful plumage were accented with precious stones and its outline in gold. For some it was hard to believe such lavishness could be spent on a floor when the same wealth could bring the cities poor from their poverty. At the back of the circular room a twin set of stair case curves up towards a balcony, the banisters were ornamented were sweet little song birds at the top and the bottom with everything else designed to imitate foliage, a little ironic that the President who was often accused of 'killing' nature was reconstructing its image in stone and metal. Rude was not surprised to see once again the man himself was up there, well attended to, watching over everyone.

"The guy has a thing for heights," John muttered to him when he saw what had Rude's attention. The bald rookie nodded in agreement.

As for the rest of the hall the ceiling was domed with classical stained glass depictions of the phoenix summon to compliment the floor. As in the lobby crystals dangled down to redirect the light which now came from a giant chandelier in the middle of the room. Off to the sides, behind more columns- these ones metal plated in bronze and gold to have a warmer touch than their lobby counter parts – were doorways which led to more corridors and probably more doors or stair cases. Some of their group were already heading towards these, as was John who took a regretful look at the buffet table before leaving for his position. "It's going to be a long night."

Rude was of the same mind, so much glamour and winking jewellery was tiring for the eyes already. "I won't forget."

"Better not," John smirked turning around to walk backwards, "remember I know where you live."

Rude didn't bother to remind him that of this night they were all moving so he didn't actually know where he lived, for that matter Rude didn't know where he lived -or was should he say going to live - either. Wherever it was he hoped it would be nice. He watched John until he disappeared down one of the adjoining corridors monitored by Kito. Rude smirked to himself when he noticed Kito still request confirmation of ID despite having shared a ride with John the entire way here, but it was more amusing to see John's flustered reaction. Turning his back on them he noticed little spots of blue light had started dancing near his right foot and move away towards the centre of the room. Alarmed he search for the cause and nearly gasped in surprise, while wondering how he didn't notice them in the first place. Just under the glass dome was a net of thin glass reminiscent of a bird cage, although see-through its shadow faintly reached the ballroom floor and walls giving the illusion the whole room was completely caged. The pretty effect was oddly sinister but what had actually caught his eye with the pale bird like creatures fluttering across the empty space above them. They weren't real, Rude could tell that much as the ceiling light seemed to pass through their shimmering wings. Besides that he knew no bird that glowed or glittered like a neon sign would live long in the wild. Nevertheless their delicate and frivolous flight, once noticed was difficult to look away from; they seemed to move with the soft waltzing music, changing direction with the altering tempo. He didn't look away when he sensed someone stand close behind him.

"Beautiful aren't they?" Said a woman's voice he recognised. "It's a particular employee's special ability, much like Reeve's 'Inspire' that brings his robotic puppets to life. They emit a calming atmosphere and are usually part of a unique healing spell. If anything goes wrong tonight it's like having hundreds of little 'Last Chance's above our heads."

"Reassuring," He said finally twisting to see Arisa looking at the ceiling behind him.

She brought her gaze down to looking at his shades a knowing smile on her red painted lips, "Tseng told me to tell you to get back to work."

Cheeks heating he nodded and started walking, to where he didn't know. Arisa called after him, "By the way that suits a good look on you¸ I should tell Tseng to get you getter fit for your uniform."

Face burning he managed to make it to the ball room floor, where a small number of couples were taking advantage of the space while a larger number of women in frocks and gowns waited longingly at the sidelines. Rude quickly sidled away and tried to find an inconspicuous spot all the while feeling lost and out of place. He spotted Shady doing his thing with a pair of pretty young girls equally charmed by him while Hana was escorting Maya- who was unpredictably wearing a white version of Hana's dress- across the room in a dignified manner, both looking very much like the other mature women in the room. He observed them pause at an older couple sipping champagne, engaging them in polite conversation. Actually Maya was doing the little talking on their side while Hana stood mutely beside her.

He decided he'd locate Jim and Tabby, he was after all curious about their attire. Since this room was covered he looked for the dining hall where Jim was supposed to be liaising and Tabby was stationed at some windows somewhere along the right of the building. Luckily Ricky was most helpful in directing him towards the dining hall; with so many bodies milling around it was difficult to match the blue print of the floors in his mind to the real thing. On his way he saw various other new Turks trying to look inconspicuous and he paused only once to spy Kureno and Arisa having what looked like an awkward conversation behind one of the pillars, he thought the female Turk was acting a little strangely for her body language fluctuated between her normal boisterous self confidence and nervousness. Admittedly curious for the cause the lure to find some his normal companions was much greater, if he was going to be forced into company he might as well spent some of it with people he was comfortable around.

Thankfully Jim was standing thoughtfully near the main buffet along the far side of the room, closer to one of two kitchen doors where the waiters appeared and disappeared through. He sidled over and waited for the older man to sense him. Almost immediately Jim glanced behind him but it took him a double take to actually register it was Rude. The man practically jumped for joy and wasted no time complimenting Rude's outfit and the larger rookie likewise thought Jim's simple pinstriped suit looked good on him. It seemed Jim was going to spend the next couple of hours of his life in this hall making sure the waiters remained the ones checked by the company and no new faces came out. Tedious but at least he was near food.

"Doesn't seem like much will happen tonight," The older rookie commented before he stepped aside to let a woman sample some seafood delicacy which Rude personally thought looked unappetizing at best and smelled revolting. "Any thought on who will end up with who?"

"I haven't thought about it." Rude confessed, moving a little further from the buffet and making sure Jim still had a good view of both doors.

"Really? Well I do know Arisa and Lyon will be assigned new partners tonight with us." Jim informed him not knowing Rude had been told as much already. "Think Marko will end up with one of them, despite last night he does have the best all round performance."

Rude frowned, he did not agree with Jim's thinking. Considering what he'd just seen he got the impression Kureno would be Arisa's partner, it may somewhat explain the behaviour he had witnessed if she'd found out they were to be partners and had almost revealed it to the rookie but was then trying to cover it up. As for Lyon he got the feeling he may well have requested one among them and he didn't dare tell Jim who he suspected that was.

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing," Rude decided a change in subject was in order, "Do you think John will like anything on this table?"

"John?" Jim gave him a strange look and the larger man again didn't try and fathom what conclusions he was drawing under that skull of his. "He'd like the pasta and spicy vegetables but I don't think he'd like anything else. He wouldn't like the punch. Why do you ask? Where is he stuck?"

"Left wing."

"Poor guy, there's nothing there." Said Jim looking down for his friend, "You being his personal servant?"

"Something like that."

"Oh could you do me a favour then?" The older man asked now wearing an apologetic expression, "Sorry to put this on you but I promised Tabby I'd get food to her somehow since the waiters don't go up the stairs and she's out of the way. Mind taking her some stuff up now? Down the corridor Thatch is near there's a staircase down the other end, just up those Tabby should be," He lowered his voice as some guests wandered a little too close, "Patrolling the corridors. People can still go up them apparently."

Rude nodded in understand and Jim again brightened back to his usual continence, thanking him quietly but vigorously as he pulled out a small wooden tray from under the cloth of the table. He was informed his friend had 'swiped' it earlier as it was filled with various sweet and savoury delights, nothing worth noting as a proper meal in fact there were probably more desserts and treats than anything else. Rude raised an eyebrow at the finished collection.

"What? It's what I'd pick."

Shaking his head ever so slightly he left Jim and followed his directions to Tabby. Along the way he lost quite a few pieces off the tray every time he passed a Turk, jokingly some didn't allow him passage unless he relinquished the food. It seemed the waiters had figured out who the Turks were or at least knew they weren't anyone important compared to the other people at the party thus were not inclined to offer them any entrées. Jim had anticipated this it seemed as Rude had originally thought he'd put on more than their friend would probably eat. If she in her normal state he imagined she would either be fretting too much to really eat anything or likewise be too eager on the job or simply excited about the party to really eat. He probably should have asked Jim how she'd been before they'd parted but then the older man probably had mentioned it in his customary ten-words-a-second ramble.

Reaching the upstairs he already figured out the facilities that at least extra restrooms were to be located here, it would not do after all for a queue outside the ladies bathroom to appear downstairs. However he also noticed two other sets of double doors with strips of light around the edges and noise and music coming out. Approaching them quietly he noticed they had much more of a 'party atmosphere' within then downstairs, the music wasn't modern but livelier and the people inside were having a good time if the banter and unreserved laughter was anything to go by, also the scent of cigar smoke and whisky was quite potent. Listening closely he discerned the sound of a roulette wheels, chips clattering and card shuffling. He shook his head; it must be pleasant to have so much money it was fun to throw it away. He wasn't impressed with Kyo for leaving this detail out of the report although technically they really didn't need to know about it since they probably had been expected to stay downstairs area or on the left side of the building. He was however curious by the comparative lack of personal especially as it was a large space and it seemed only Tabby was monitoring the area and he found her standing on probably the furthest spot from the two rooms.

He could tell nothing from her silhouette against an old looking window, which was out of place against all the others, it looked like it belonged in a church instead of a hotel. She turned round when she sensed him behind her and smiled sweetly but not ecstatically like Jim, well until she noticed the tray of sweets- for most of the savoury snacks had already been taken- he held in front of him.

"Rude?" She cried remaining by the window instead of bounding towards him, "What are you doing here? Did Jim send you? I'm sorry about that; I'm surprised he remembered actually. I heard you and John arrived late, nothing happened did it?"

In answer Rude smiled amusedly at her and offered her the tray. She took it gratefully but immediately put it down on the window sill. Now he was closer he could make out the details of her dress. The main body was black and puffed out at the hips elegantly but there was no added lace or frill, the only decoration was the brown fur, he didn't know what it was exactly, but it when across the chest and around both arms so her shoulders were exposed bringing attention to the cushion-cut, smoky quartz jewel that hung from her neck. The jewel caught the nearby Mako reactor's light but instead of the usual sharpness it tended to cause the old window took much of that away, turning the light from green to blue and making everything softer around the edges. Besides that she wore little black gloves that had matching brown fur on the edges and her hair was partly tied back with a little bow, a style more suited for a child then a grown woman but it made Tabby look innocent and unassuming, like a little doll which was probably the idea.

"You look quite dashing," She said and he rolled his eyes behind his shades, she'd said it in a similar manner to Arisa and he wondered if she was teasing him or not. Then she picked up the glass of red wine Jim had poured for her and took a long sip. When she put the glass half emptied back down he asked her where everyone else was. "Well," She explained lowering her voice so he had to step closer, "since there is gambling going on in the other rooms they didn't want the Turk presence to be noticeable up here, although everyone working in those rooms are from our department, I know Jordo is in there."

"And you?"

She laughed nervously, "I'm just supposed to wander around this level for a bit, keep an eye on the windows really and I've given directions to someone who was lost looking for the bathroom." She seemed quite proud of herself when she said this which again had Rude smiling on the inside. "To be honest though I keep coming and stopping at this window."

"It's nice." He agreed and she giggled again.

"I read on this plaque it was part of a ruined Church and when the President picked this site for the Hotel he put it into the design as a tribute. But it's so lovely I wondered why it's not somewhere where more people could see it?"

"It's not bullet proof." He suggested. Which was true, although there was a sheet in front of it, it was not double glazed like the other windows, thus was probably the weakest window in the whole building. It was probably good Tabby kept an eye on it as it would be the easiest point of entry and quite a act of vandalism to smash it if intruders where looking to make a statement.

"Yeah. I'm glad you came up it's been pretty lonely up here but I suppose you'll have to go soon. What are you doing?"

"Liaising," He responded with a tint of dread but Tabby didn't pick up on it.

"Oh well I suppose you better get back to it Mr Mingler," She giggled again, "but before you go could you get my shoe out of this hole in the wood, I tried to do it myself and its lodged in pretty tight and I don't want to wreck the shoes anymore than they are already. They should have given me cheaper ones, I mean their wonderfully soft on the inside which is nice but you can't see them and I've tripped in them twice already and then I went and got it stuck."

Rude smiled to himself again at how typical she was before bending down. She shuffled to the side revealing one abandoned shoe and the one stuck in the wood, he noted her dress was now trailing on the floor, two inches too long and she hobbled suggesting she'd twisted her ankle when her shoe got caught. He didn't say anything as he carefully tried to ease the heel out, it was stuck in pretty snug and it took a surprising amount of effort and control to ease it out without snapping the heel off. It was a relief when it popped out but the black material around the heel was frayed. He set both shoes up for her to step back into, which she did gingerly resorting to using him as support. When he stood up it was strange having her two inches closer to his face than before. Now able to move they both circulated the floor three times, for Tabby was wobbly in high heels although she didn't grumble about it and they walked at a snail's pace until she got used to walking almost on tiptoe without falling out of the shoes, he wouldn't leave her until she could walk a full stretch of corridor without stumbling over. A fine display of Turk skill he thought after righting her when she almost fell on her face for the fifth time, but then he was happy to help her and her company was extremely pleasant. She seemed, much like most of the other rookies, slightly embarrassed by her attire and generally more reserved in her actions but Rude could tell she was still a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She wanted to not screw up but wanted to see more of the building, or at least the downstairs so couldn't wait for midnight to come. There was still three and a half hours to go though by the time they parted.

He left with a slightly sore tooth for every time they passed the tray Tabby had taken something and insisted he did the same, the last confectionary had been obnoxiously sweet.

As he passed the two gambling rooms again he noticed a door, that hadn't been open before was slightly ajar at the other end of the corridor. In fact he hadn't even noticed a door there before. Checking the stairway and corridor was clear he went to examine it. As he got closer he saw the faint track of small wheels being pushed along the carpet in front of the door, they lead to a normal bookcase. He pushed it carefully and felt it roll reluctantly along before bumping into a stone stand supporting an expensive vase without flowers. Well that explained why he hadn't noticed the door but who went to the trouble of hiding a door and then not bother to hide it again after use?

He hoped some part of management or the hotel staff used this door or if it did turn out to be an intruder then hopefully this was a measure of his incompetence. Tapping his bow tie, he double checked no one was around, he noticed a clearly drunk richm young couple stumble towards the rest rooms but nothing otherwise suspicious.

"...Is anyone there?" He didn't recognise the voice on the other end but remembered belatedly that he probably should have started speaking, "002?" Rude guessed that was him.

"I'm reporting a suspicious hidden entrance on the second level of the right wing," He quickly recalled the area code from the blue print, "between 7.4f and 7.4g, originally behind a bookcase."

"Copy," The voice replied and then there was a pause while he could hear the faint clamour of many people in a small room clicking away at computers and various other beeping sounds. Then the voice came back, "Proceed, the President will be expecting you." The link was disconnected from the other side.

Rude almost blanched from the shock, the President was expecting him? How bizarre.

Wishing he hadn't noticed the door or it had been an intruder he open the door and enter the dark passage way. He made point of putting on his gloves and shutting the door behind him. The lights came on as soon as he did but none escaped the narrow corridor he found himself in for the door was sealed around the edges. It reminded him of a panic room only the floor was still carpeted and the walls were panelled halfway with wood and before switching to old fashioned wall paper to the ceiling. The lighting was also pretty dated. The glass coverings around the bulbs noticeably cobwebbed. Why was the President down a place like this?

Striding down the narrow space he reached the door at the other end, nothing special about it and went on. The decor was similar in the second corridor as the first except the space was wider and shorter with some sturdy, carpeted stairs on the far side. He went up these and through the door at the top. Emerging onto a new corridor he immediately tasted the fresher air and held the door open to allow the light behind him to reveal the unlit area in front. Everything was marble, much like the front entrance in fact but the architectural design was purposely reflecting ancient temples. Although there was no lights there had to be windows as the white stone glowed green just a little beyond his sight. It was completely silent so he decided he could step out, the echo of his footstep was painfully loud. Treading a little more carefully he took in the hallway. On his left it was dark but a small window at the end illuminated enough for him to see six arched entrances which branched off to places unknown. Looking at where he had emerged it did seem like he'd gone through a servant's passage. On the right the corridor went on a little further with thin columns signalling the end. As it was better lit he first went this way. The end of the corridor opened up to a large empty space with a low ceiling, opposite the top of huge circular stained glass window was visible. He walked across the space noticing the closer to the other end he got the louder the din of orchestral music and human voices grew. Reaching the banister he looked over the edge but tried to stay as much out of view as possible. Just underneath him thin glass tubes stretched out from the walls and just above him was the painted dome. Further down was a balcony with a table in the middle set for three but only two glass were out. Two sets of stair cases lead up from the balcony to the empty room he stood in and below the balcony the ballroom was partly observable. More people were dancing now but it was difficult to identify individuals. As the President wasn't there he retreated and looked for some sort of clue as to which other passage he may have gone down.

Examining each in turn he spotted a single strand of blonde hair just catching the light at the entrance of the second one along from the servant's door, on his right facing the little window. With nothing else to go on he took this passage, thankfully it was only dark until after a bend and then a trail of lights lead the way as other off shoots were not lit. The walk was at least short although there were plenty of corners and he almost jumped when he unknowing stepped into the finally arched passage and heard two people talking. They hadn't heard him so he paused to find out who they were.

"Don't get stroppy with me boy," said someone with a rather gruff voice and Rude guessed the man probably smoked cigars but then he may just think that as the smell of tobacco and strong alcohol was also apparent again.

"I am not Father; I just don't want to waste my time around all those stupid dull associates of yours." Rude was surprised at the obnoxious tone to the young voice. Although the person sounded older than Reno but he wasn't sure if that simply down to grooming.

"Well you are not buzzing around me all night," The father growled without kindness, "Besides it's about time you started making an effort to keep up good appearances, the popularity of the company relies on it. Also one of those women could be your future wife."

"I don't care about that." The youth responded stubbornly. There was a shuffle of material and Rude imagined he'd just crossed his arms and he could almost see the face off as father and son stared each other down. He figured out it was the President and Rufus he was overhearing and though he did not fancy interrupting he knew it was time to intervene.

Pretending he only just arrived he walked along the passage unassumingly and rounded the corner to almost collide with the President and his son, as he suspected they were caught in a battle of wills but that quickly stopped when his large shadow fell on them both. The President whipped round to face him but stepped back at the same time and Rude got the impression he'd been surprised and slightly fearful. Rude understood that since the pair were quite alone and he was a stranger.

"Were you sent?" The President asked and despite his nervous body language his voice was full of gruff, authority. He wasn't someone who expected to be challenged. A contrast to his son who had hardly moved and was watching him curiously and the reaction of his father with concealed amusement.

Rude nodded.

"What took you so long," The President growled, then grabbed Rufus by the shoulder and shoved him towards Rude, the teen did not protest at the treatment "Here, escort him back to the ballroom and make sure he gets there."

With that he stomped away and quickly disappeared from view. Making sure Rufus was following he turned around silently and started back. He was relying on his lack of emotion to give enough aloofness and authority to convince the teenager to follow without question. It seemed to work, he was incredibly relieved and as Rufus kept pace with him, looking to the side in thought he didn't think he was as awful as Kyo and Trent had made out- well for the moment at least. The way the Blonde carried him and how he was trying to keep abreast with the rookie Turk suggested he didn't appreciate the idea of being lead around like a child when he knew where he was going. Interestingly he noticed like his father he was wearing a white tux and his blonde hair was gelled back, but unlike his father the waist coat and shirt were black and he didn't have a moustache. The silence between them was interrupted as soon as they came to the corridor leading to the large empty room for Rufus suddenly stopped dead in his tracks and demanded, "Tell me, are you a Turk?"

Not happy Rude slowly rotated back round to meet narrowed icy blue eyes a couple of feet away, if the teen wanted to make his life difficult he supposed Rufus could run into any of the other corridors if the he didn't like his answers and the last thing he wanted to do was cause an alarm so he just nodded. "You don't talk much, good." Rufus commented haughtily but said no more on it. Instead he walked at a measured pace towards Rude and then he passed him, "My father is a hypocrite you know."

Rude didn't say anything just watched the boy's antics patiently and followed as Rufus entered the large room towards the banister, "He tells me to entertain these people he invited while he has a poker came upstairs until dinner. He even has you Turk's dressed up all for appearances when he can't be bothered to show either. It's such a waste of time and expense, there are more efficient ways to keep people loyal to you, can you think of any Turk?"

The blonde rounded on him again but Rude did not entertain him with an answer and after a moment the boy nodded, like a man commending a silent victory. He then beckoned Rude to him and the rookie complied, wary but curious and hoping John wasn't going hungry yet. "Do you like doing this?"

"..."

"I shall take that as a no," Rufus smirked and leaned on the banister propping his chin delicately onto his hand, "I shall apologise for my father who insists on these tedious facades, I know many in your department get frustrated by this. Don't worry when I am in power there shall hardly be any of this," He waved his free arm dismissively at everything in front of him before tucking it away again and looking at Rude is a almost disarmingly charming grin, "Isn't that something to look forward to?"

Despite himself Rude smirked but Rufus took it as agreement rather than the man finding him amusing. They stayed like that for awhile, the rookie wasn't particularly inclined to give orders to the teenager who was determined to make sure Rude felt beneath him and Rufus actually seemed content looking down at the people dancing. At length Rufus straightened and ordered, "Let's go."

Now Rude made sure to wait a moment before following the future President to be and the action did please the teenager who strolled leisurely down one of the staircases to the balcony, then down the next flight of stairs. Once or twice he made sure Rude was behind him, specifically one step like having a dog in tow but otherwise ignored him. Meanwhile Rude saw Arisa and Kureno, still together, looking at him with curiosity and a few of the other guest had turned to watch them proceed down the steps although most eyes were on Rufus. "Stay close to me, on my left, and don't stop walking." The teen commanded from the corner of his mouth as they came to the last five steps.

Rude subtly shifted to be in position and almost collided with a man who had stepped forward to get to the blonde at the bottom of the steps. "Excuse me young-"

That was as far as he got since Rufus completely blanked the man striding away a little faster while Rude kept up, acting like a human barrier for the teenager against guests. Sometimes when someone called out to Rufus the teenager would acknowledge with a smile and wave but acted as if he had somewhere to be or was looking for someone. It didn't deter the attention for most of the people gathered who didn't belong to the company, they were eager to increase ShinRa's regard towards them and their business. Rude almost felt sorry for the teenager, even he was beginning to see some of the people as a little sycophantic from their smarmy and pining voices. Eventually though Rufus made it through the ball room with his large rookie shadow and seemed impressed with Rude's effectiveness at keeping undesirables at bay. They moved towards the doorway monitored by Lithia into an adjacent lounging area which in the blue print was regarded as part of the ball room. She gave Rude a look as he passed but he simply shrugged since he couldn't answer at that moment.

The lounging area was not that crowded and no one inside showed as much interest in Rufus's arrival as the ones outside so Rude presumed most were with the company. Veld was speaking to a strong jawed man with jet black hair while Tseng stood unobtrusively to the side. Scarlett lounged in the large white sofa while the man he'd seen in the tunnel towards the woman's office sat in a matching sofa opposite. He was one of the view that took a little extra notice of Rufus but didn't stand or approach him. There was something about the man that Rude couldn't quite put his finger on that was now bothering him. A man he recognised as Palmer stood sweating near the little window chattering to another man who looked like he was dying for an excuse to get away.

Rufus walked straight across the room- ensuring everyone one in it noticed him- to Tseng who looked mildly humoured to see him but otherwise didn't make much of his appearance amongst them, except to bow his head politely. Veld and the man he was talking to did not pay the teen any mind and in the same fashion Rufus did not look at them once. Rude found this odd and stayed back a couple of steps.

"Is something the matter Rufus?" Tseng asked politely keeping his tone neutral.

"Not at all," Replied the teenager briskly as he focused on making sure his cuffs where in just the right place on his pale wrists, "since I was sent down I thought I would rather join you all in hiding than be out there."

"We are not hiding," corrected the second-in-command, "We just happen to be here all at the same time."

Rufus smirked up at the Wutai man and said almost patronisingly, "Of course."

It was around this point Rude became rather aware of a pair of eyes on his back. Making an effort to be inconspicuous about it he moved to the side to see exactly who it was even though he had a feeling he knew. It was indeed Scarlett and he did not like the look on her glamorous face thus quickly pretended he hadn't seen. Instead he watched Veld, who had now paused his conversation to listen to what the young man was saying. The older Turk shared a smile with the dark haired man and rolled his eyes, they seemed to find Rufus as funny as the Wutain. They must be use to his behaviour which suggested the superior- than- thou attitude was typical. He wondered what the other blonde man in the rooms reaction to Rufus was as by now his derogative tone was bringing the focus onto him. He decided to risk looking behind him again, careful to keep his back to Scarlett. He frowned, the sofa was empty. He looked around the room but the man was gone.

"Oh!" Rufus' exclamation reclaimed the rookie's attention, "How rude of me, you are dismissed." It took him a moment to realise the teenager was talking to him, "that means you can go."

Confused he just nodded and left, aware the teenager seemed rather pleased at his obedience and Tseng took the moment when Rufus' attention was not on him to give Veld a sort of 'help-me' look. As Rude reach the threshold of the room Veld started making conversation with Rufus and Tseng excused himself. He hovered by the door so he could exit with the Wutain, or at least hold the door open for him. He was reward with a curt nod and caught the whispered, "Now to find a missing person."

He wasn't given the chance to inquire what he was talking about as the man hurried off and Rude felt a sudden pull on his jacket. He spun round; ignoring the door swing shut behind him to face Lithia who was unfazed by almost getting a fist in her face- a hand was already raised to block it. "What was that about?"

"I was ordered to escort him."

"Seemed like the Kid was on a mission." She commented fishing for more information, fixing him with an inquiring eye.

"He doesn't like the party."

She snorted, "Poor thing." She flicked her hair back gracefully, letting her waves shimmer before continuing, "This dress is the most uncomfortable thing I've ever had to wear in my life, give me my rags any day. If I breathe too hard I fear I'll pop out."

To Rude it didn't look that tight on her and shook his head. It seemed that was the right thing to do for she smiled at him, the first time he'd seen her with a smile all evening and she really did look stunning. Then she said, "Kureno?"

Automatically Rude stepped aside to see the man approaching, Arisa not far behind. The pair weaved carefully through the milling quests that most hardly noticed their passage. Kureno slowed as he neared his expression friendly and unassuming as usual. He gave Lithia who he was clearly more familiar with a big grin and to Rude a respectful nod. Arisa appeared a second later, grinning fiendishly at him, "Who's getting chummy with the President's son, huh?"

"I wouldn't go that far." He responded but she didn't look convinced, if anything her grin broadened.

"Oh but he obviously likes you." She cooed. Kureno at this point was gracing him with an apologetic look, Rude noted his attire was rather casual, the deep brown suit matched his hair and the black shirt underneath was covered by a rather twee vest.

"How can you tell?" Asked Lithia as she took advantage of the relative concealment of the other Turks to adjust the top of her dress.

Arisa smirked mysteriously at them, "Oh you know I just do. More importantly how are you holding out?" Just a look at their faces was answer enough and she laughed, "Yeah, makes you wish something a little more interesting would happen but sometimes this can be as good as it gets for us in weeks. Mostly it's your average investigation work in the mean time, escorting troopers now and then. Plus the seniors will get the life threatening work first unless in a special case your skills are specifically required. Still that's not always a bad thing." She concluded and Rude noted the swift glance at Kureno when she said this.

"So long as it doesn't involved anymore dresses, I think I'll be happy." Lithia grumbled making Arisa laugh again.

"You did pull the short straw didn't you? You and Manube wasn't it?"

Lithia rolled her eyes, "Yeah."

Rude thought it was a decent moment to excuse himself and left the trio. He tried to get through the guests as gracefully as Kureno and Arisa but it just was not happening. His large frame loomed over most present making him uncomfortably conspicuous and because he had been with Rufus minutes prior it suddenly made him quite fascinating. Before he got back to Jim in the dining hall he already been accosted numerous times about the location of the teenager or even the President and he didn't quite like the idea of having to go through it all again but he had promised John.

"You seem popular," Jim commented as soon as Rude managed to get past a pair of doddering bankers wanting reassurance that they'd see the President at dinner, as if Rude would know. Mores to the point who plans dinner for midnight?

"Unfortunately," The bald rookie grumbled, wariness creeping into his voice.

"Why are people asking you about the President and his kid?"

"I was ordered to escort Rufus."

"Aaand?" Jim pressed, leading him to the buffet but stopped Rude taking anything, "They put out fresh food every half hour, give it a minute. Well what's the boy like?"

"Arrogant," Rude replied bluntly.

Jim chuckled and sipped on the champagne he was holding, "Why am I not surprised? So who else is on your repertoire of powerful liaisons? Tseng, Rufus..."

"You are making too much out of it." He responded shaking his head, he knew Jim was teasing him but as always had to nip the joke in the bud early on, not that it would stop the man.

"Sure I am," Jim smirked, swirling his drink then giving it to a passing waiter, "Don't drink that stuff, it's sickly." He scrunched up his face as if he'd just swallowed something sour, sticking out his tongue in a un-gentlemanly fashion. Rude noted some ladies giving the shorter man an appalled look and did well to hide his amusement.

"I'll be sure to."

"You actually had anything tonight big guy?" Jim asked dabbing lips with a napkin to remove any trace of the drink.

Rude nodded, "Tabby offered me some of her food."

Behind Jim a coordinated parade of waiters and waitresses suddenly marched out of one door and began clearing plates as they snaked around the table. On their tail a procession of similar looking people, laden with trays of fresh snacks, glasses and bottles set down their load almost as fast as the old were removed. Rude wondered what happened to the stuff that wasn't eaten.

"Oh," Said Jim, "Did she like it?"

"Didn't complain."

"That's not saying much," Jim turned to eye the fresh hors'doeuvres, "I wonder how they can eat some of this stuff." He said watching the women who looked at him disapprovingly before scoop up something that looked very like raw fish eggs, the older rookie looked like he wanted to vomit. Recovering himself he looked back at Rude with a beaming smile, "Lucky the Pasta is fine, delicious actually and John won't mind some of this," He pulled out a brown bottle with some fancy label from under the table on a tray with two glasses, "Here try some."

"What is it?"

"No idea," Jim replied cheerily, pouring the already open bottle over one glass. A potent, creamy liquid flowed out which Rude thought didn't smell too bad; in fact he rather liked it. Jim gave him the glass and after a cautionary sniff he took a measured swig, ready with a napkin to wipe the possible white moustache as soon as he lowered the glass. It was strong, with a rum and nut hint but was noticeably warm as it rolled down his throat taking away the dryness he'd been ignoring until now. "Some hearty stuff though isn't it? Looks like something they'd have up in the glaciers. I swiped it from the kitchen when I went in to get another tray and before you give me that look Lyon snuck one out himself, I think he's been passing it around to the Turks. It's got caffeine in it apparently." Now that Jim mentioned it there was an after taste of coffee in his mouth. "It's good though, worth the gil it probably cost unlike that other pissy stuff they're serving."

Something dawned on Rude, "How much of this have you had?"

"Not that much" Jim answered picking up three bowls and filling each with a different kind of pasta. True to his word the bottle was practically full but the bald rookie noticed Jim's hands were a little shaky as he concentrated on not mixing up the pasta.

"Don't have anymore," Rude advised quietly.

"What do you-" Rude cut the his protesting off by gripping the hand holding the ladle to steadily guide the food into the right bowl. Jim got the point, "Aye, I won't."

Rude nodded pleased. Taking the tray he tried to travel via the edges of the room, but there was so many guests it didn't make that much difference. It was a good thing the pasta was cold anyway as it took him a near fifteen minutes to get to Kito, the man was still diligent at his post. Rude wondered if he could balance the tray with one hand and get his ID as he approached the serious faced man, he could fire a gun with one hand and deactivate a bomb with the other but the bottle and bowls on the tray were not particularly balanced no matter how Rude held it. However Kito immediately stepped aside for him expression not changing at all. Rude hesitated, there was always something about the man that had him wondering if he took his eye off him would he end up with something sharp in his back and he was pretty sure the man knew he gave off that impression.

Covering his wavering he nodded a 'thank you' at the rookie before striding a little faster down the passage Kito had been guarding. It was not that long but felt rather dislocated as he got to the other side.

"Thank the Gods; I was beginning to think you'd forgotten." He pushed himself off the wall and gratefully took the tray held out to him and put it on the table. "Oh canapѐ!"

"I was held up," Rude said apologetically as John rubbed his hands together to warm them up, Rude felt like doing that to but didn't.

"It is busy out there, thanks for bringing it I was beginning to think I would perish. I only woke up when the seniors came banging on the doors so I haven't eaten all day." He explained digging in to the pasta. After the first couple of hurried mouthfuls his chewing slowed, then he tried the other two kinds, his expression became noticeably thoughtful before he put the lot down and said, "I miss my Ma's cooking. What's this?" John asked noticing the bottle and picking it up trying to decipher the twirly writing.

"A Liqueur."

John pulled a face, "Isn't that stuff sweet?"

"Not this one." Rude assured him stepping forward to take the bottle and pour them both a glass full, "Jim said it was better than the champagne. It's strong." He added when John took a mouthful. He watched as John's eyes bulged momentarily before he swallowed it down.

"You can say that again."

Rude smirked and sipped his own drink. They stayed like that, leaning against the expensive table quietly- and slowly-emptying their glasses. John being the first to finish broke the comfortable silence between them. "How are the others?"

"Fine," Rude frowned, he didn't feel like talking much sometimes it felt like such an effort especially when he was reasonably relaxed and now was one of those times but he knew John would want to hear more than that. "Tabby is in a corridor upstairs and Jim is watching the situation in the dining hall."

John laughed, "I bet he's stuffing himself."

"Probably," Rude actually smiled, thinking their older friend had seemed more opinionated on the food the second time he saw him.

"Thanks for hanging around by the way," John lowered his voice, "Mr Serious out there isn't much company, kept telling me to get back to my post if I just took a couple of steps down there. Another Half an hour and I'll be free. Did you know we're getting a dinner as well? Well if you want to go, I might skip it if the main course is anything like the starters." He nodded at the cold pasta, "I tell you what, I feel sorry for the one who's got to stand for the rest of the party, only one person has come by so far. Want to know who it was?"

The way he said it Rude supposed John thought it was something that would be interesting to him so he nodded.

"It was Red."

"Red?"

John almost choked on his drink- at some point he'd poured himself another, "Yeah Red, the kid. Weird, erratic, flaming red hair, this ringing bells?" John was looking at him as if he'd lost it. Actually since the Kid had told him his real name (or preferred alias at least) his mind had disconnected the thought of him being called anything else, Reno suited him too much.

"Oh."

"Oh? He practically handed you your ass yesterday and you forget who he is. Bang your head last night?...Oh wait you did." John chuckled to himself and Rude vaguely thought of head butting Marko as he relinquished John of his drink deciding he'd had too much already.

"Hey!" John complained until Rude gave him a raise eyebrow, "...It is strong isn't it?"

The taller man nodded and set both glasses down with the bottle, he was going to take it with him when he left.

"So," John started when it began to get awkward, "you going to dinner?"

Rude shook his head.

"Going to go upstairs huh? He's on the third floor I think if you're interested." John offered looking up, "Or at least he said something about the third floor. He's a nice guy, stayed with me for awhile and gave me this to look after." John held up a bouncy ball, "Said Tseng was trying to confiscate it. I did see the second-in-command talking to Kito but he didn't come down. Mind giving it back to him if you see him," His expression became guilty, "I've sort of been playing with it and I nearly had a heart attack when I heard your shoe scuff on the tiles coming down the passage. What if you'd been the commander?" John laughed nervously; as Rude rolled his eyes wishing the redhead would keep his balls to himself.

"Alright," He said and held out his hand to receive the little black glittery toy, checking his watch as he did; fifteen minutes to go. It was not worth going back out into the party and John was right, he did want to see Reno again.

"Think the others are thinking about dining this late?" John mused aloud, "Tabby should be hungry at least? Where did you say she was again?"

Rude inwardly sighed, "She'll be with Jim before you get over there."

"Okay," John said picking up Rude's tone, "May I ask if you've seen my brother at all?"

"He was in the ballroom last I saw," He informed the shorter man.

"Dancing?"

"No."

"Okay, don't feel you have to stay. Your free to move around you can go up now if you want." John offered gesturing at the stairs behind them but Rude shook his head, knowing his friend would rather he stayed. "You know tomorrow could be hell if we're not given assignments. Tabby will probably have us exploring every new floor we get access to. Speaking of which who'd you fancy as a partner?"

"I don't know."

"Aw come on, I won't tell..."

Until midnight John proceeded to whittle down who he thought would be compatible to his larger compadre in personality and skill- ruling out himself, Jim and Tabby all of whom Rude would be rather content in a partnership with. He was still at it when Rude had started up the stairs, so they left in higher spirits than they had met. Neither saw the Turk who replaced John at his post.

When Rude arrive at the top of the stairs he was greeted with a large, dark and deserted corridor and no other direction to go but forward to the next level. Through the centre of the building the main stair case to each level was located with the main corridors coming off like four cross roads. This allowed the sky light to illuminate the staircases as another stained glass dome- this time an illustration of a battle between Shiva and Infrit- covered the ceiling and cast the cold stone in beautiful colours. It also allowed you to appreciate the height of the building, seeing the bottom straight up to the top, interestingly there didn't seem to be a way to the bottom from the ground floor and a matching mosaic of the stained glass had been put into the unused space. Like the corridor it was deserted but it felt peaceful rather than lonely, making Rude pause to take it all in before trudging up the next two levels. As he climbed the stairs the faint sounds of computers and people talking trickled into his range of hearing. Some of the slits under the doors glowed blue where people worked on computers and surveillance. Rude was impressed by the number but it was spooky that he had yet to see anyone yet.

At the third floor two rooms appeared to be used and one was partly open, allowing him to see just enough of three people in suits staring at monitors, all of which appeared to show an infrared scan of the party downstairs. Obviously they were looking out for abnormal heat signatures. He considered it too quiet and calm for Reno to be in the room with them so walked towards the other door, but even without opening the door he thought it too quiet- and he didn't fancy the awkward moment when he would have to ask if they had seen the redhead. Heading back to the stairs he wondered if John had found the others and whether they had gone to dinner. He tightened his grip on the bottle and glasses he remembered to pick up, hoping John and Jim- who had probably drunk quite a bit tonight- weren't noticeably on the tipsy side. He didn't have to be too worried as Tabby probably would notice immediately if they were and make sure they have nothing but water until they got home, however they could still embarrasses themselves.

Stopping at the fourth floor he decided to look around, it was unlikely he was going to run into anyone from this floor up. From the staircase he noticed no light lights were on in any of the corridors but walked round to the north facing one since it had the best view. He went down the full length stopping at the thick window at the end, as he thought the corridor branched out and there were more doors and passages to be found which probably linked the four main corridors together, they hadn't seen the blue prints for the higher floors so he didn't know for sure. At least the floor was carpeted again so he didn't have to make as much effort keeping his footfalls silent and could cover more ground faster. Choosing to go right he began looking for anything that may indicate the redhead had come this way.

After ten minutes he had seen most of the floor and found that indeed the four main corridors were linked by side passages but nothing on the redhead. He went up the next floor and repeated the procedure only to come up short again. The sixth floor yielded the same result, as did the seventh. On the eighth floor however one door, in the middle of a short but thickly decorated side corridor was ever so slightly ajar. It could be considered remarkable Rude even noticed it, and he quickly investigated as it wasn't long to one hundred hours.

Without knocking he gently pushed the door open. Peering inside he immediately spotted the silhouette of somebody sitting crossed legged on a chaise longue with his back to him, looking out the window. The room, like everything on the upper floors, was dark even with the tall window very little light entered, just enough to illuminate anything close to it but Rude could discern enough to know it was a luxury suite, although probably small and basic compared to the rest of the Hotel's standards'.

"Shut the door after ya," Reno said startling Rude, "And wash the glasses in the bathroom." The Silhouette pointed in said bathrooms direction and feeling a bit like a child caught sneaking Rude obeyed, keeping an eye on Reno as he entered and crossed the room. He made sure to shut the door fully.

Flicking the lights on he closed the bathroom door over since it seem the Turk wanted to sit in a dark. He swiftly noted the marble and gold plated theme of the bathroom as well as its compact and functional nature, just a sink, mirror, toilet and shower with one cupboard. As he blasted the glasses with icy water Reno asked, "So what brings you up here? Looking for me?"

"What else?" Rude replied.

He could almost hear the smile in the youth's voice when he spoke again, "Anything suppose, but flattered all the same."

Coming out of the Bathroom with clean, albeit still wet glasses and the alcohol he turned off the lights. He walked over to what he presumed was a dressing table and set everything down. "Have you spent the whole night up here?"

"Most of it," Reno admitted non-chalantly gazing out the window. Rude could see the ShinRa tower and two Mako reactors beyond it and even the mountains outside of Midgar. Not the best view but still pretty good. "Got bored."

"Isn't being in a room by yourself boring?" Rude inquired stepping closer.

Reno shrugged and the rookie noticed he'd somehow managed to be wearing a suit too big for him even for such a formal occasion, "Better than being down there looking like this." The redhead mumbled one bandaged hand reach up to touch matching material still covering his eye and face. Rude didn't realise the kid was actually self conscious about how he looked, from what he'd seen so far the Turk didn't care. "Can I have a drink?" Reno asked hopefully, only now glancing behind him at Rude. The rookie noticed that despite the distance the Mako light still managed to reflect itself brilliantly in the younger man's eyes, it was rather shocking to say the least.

He nodded but warned, "It's powerful."

"I can handle it."

Not believing him and suddenly wondered if the redhead was a minor, he did appear young enough, he was very reserved when filling the glasses but Reno didn't complain when he handed it to him and he even seemed to know what it was. Rude was happy to see him take a tiny sip and savour the flavour, or maybe he just wanted it to last. Wanting to fill the silence, even though the atmosphere was pleasant how it was, he asked, "Is it alright?"

"Yep, woulda called ya stingy but don't want ya getting' into trouble with Tseng and besides it ain't recommended ya have more than this anyway." Reno grinned while Rude paled and put down his glass. The Turk noticed this and smirked, "Don't worry big guy think'll take more than a glass or two of this to get to ya."

Entertained by Reno's presumptuous comment Rude smirked, "You'd know?"

"Do you drink much?" The redhead pressed seriously his attention reverted back to the window so Rude could not see his expression.

He supposed he drank as much as the next man when there was the opportunity but he'd yet to reach his limit, even when there was no restriction on how much they could have in the Academy he'd always controlled himself and not act like a someone fresh out of prison like others. Before then he supposed he'd been too young and none of his adoptive parents ever gave him an alcoholic drink. Overall he guessed he probably he didn't actually drink that much per say.

"No."

Reno sniggered and Rude thought it sounded sort of evil, "You will be... Drinking more that is." He added seeming to sense the confusion he was causing the rookie. He shuffled over allowing enough space for Rude to sit down if he wished and silently requested he did so by patting the seat. It seemed absurd to Rude how someone who seemed in every way much younger than himself was treating him like a child. He took the offer though and Reno slouched back into the head rest, turning to look out the window once more. Now Rude was sitting he could see the youth's thoughtful expression and the rather sad set of his mouth. The faint, sickly light traced the pale skin and white bandages, emphasising the shadows making Reno looking thinner and more vulnerable than necessary. Rude automatically checked the kid's chest was rising and falling, that's when he noticed the rhythm was shallow and uneven but the redhead didn't appear to be in discomfort. It was the first time Rude had seen him so quiet and relaxed. At length the bright blue eyes shifted to look at him from the corner of their sockets. "The party must be awful if ya prefer my company." Reno said laughing and taking another sip.

"What makes you say that?"

The smile dropped away as Reno turned back to the window, "Don't know." Before Rude could think of a reply the redhead nudged him with his foot, "Ya always sit so damn straight?"

"..." He did not but only when he was in familiar company, on his own or just too tired. He didn't see the issue with maintaining good posture.

"Slouched forward or something, looks like ya got a rod stuck up your butt," Reno complained nudging him some more until Rude relaxed his posture, only then did he seem pleased and stopped attacking Rude's thigh. The larger man made a point patting off any possible dirt or dust that could have transverse off the offending shoe.

"Seriously, why were ya looking for me?"

"I ..." He fished round his mind to think of a good reason, "Wanted to congratulate you...properly."

"That ain't it, somethin's bothering ya."

Behind his shades Rude's eyes were wide. How did he know?

This morning it hadn't just been his natural clock that forced his eyes open but the feeling he'd missed something significant the night before but like a dream, what he thought it was had left him with his sleep. Had he not been so exhausted he probably would have spent all night thinking about it as well for he knew it was at the back of his mind somewhere. All the time he'd been packing he'd tried to remember but nothing had come to mind that'd he'd given up. However when John had mentioned Reno to him the nagging feeling he'd been keeping back returned, for some reason thinking the redhead would help him remember.

"Well?" Reno encouraged when he didn't say anything for too long, "This about the fight last night, didn't think ya got a fair exchange? 'Cas in all fairness you wasted all your best moves on everyone else and didn't leave anything for me." The red head pouted although the effect was spoilt quickly by the grin trying to come through. Still his words did touch close to the matter and Rude could feel the answer close at hand.

"I wanted to know your name."

Reno quirked a brow, "Ya weird. Still in the company don't go blabbing it 'kay, makes it harder for 'em to get my files." He winked and Rude wondered how serious he was being, he was still unfamiliar with the organisation of records, whether they were ordered by true name, alias or even by numbers, or a combination but it seemed names were involved.

"...Reno is not something you'd expect." He replied recalling their conversation in the garage, more specifically the redhead's comments on his and names of other rookies.

"Still better than Rude," the other replied with a sing-song tone. "By the way dat short for anything?"

"Is Reno?"

"...touché," Reno smiled again, " So is it short for, Rudolph? Rudi? Rudolstiltskin? Rudole? Rudaldo? Rudodo? Rudisimo..." Rude chuckled silently, shaking his head at the younger's persistence and increasing absurdness while thinking this was probably the longest he'd heard him stay on one subject, and he seemed very entertained by the occupation of mutilating the rookie's name. Amused himself he stayed silent until Reno had exhausted his mind of almost every conceivable and far-fetched rendition of Rude's name in ten minutes, none of which were right. "...Take it they ain't it?" The redhead knew very well they weren't but if he wanted to act cheeky Rude was not inclined to stop him.

"No."

"Wanna stretch my name?"

"No."

"Aww," Reno complained and nudged Rude's knee yet again, "no fun."

Sensing Reno was distracting himself from the real reason he was up here alone and more importantly the conversation was close to moving away from something that help him remember what was nagging him he asked, "Are you the only Reno then?" The question earned him first a funny look as if he was stupid for even asking and then a 'well duh' kind of nod, Rude took that as a yes but it still wasn't helping, maybe he'd just have to get over the feeling as Reno was getting bored of the topic. "I see."

Neither talked for a while after that, the red head went back to his window gazing and Rude was content to watch him or glance out the window himself. He did end up leaning back, stretching his arm along the back of the couch and relaxing somewhat, it made it easier to watch Reno and the goings-on of the city. The Turk, maybe in an act to annoy him, proceeded to kick off his shoes and rest his feet in Rude's lap as if he was just a pillow. However Rude didn't mind at all, be barely noticed they were there despite the bony ankles that he shifted to a more comfortable place and at least the red head had the courtesy to take off his shoes so Rude didn't worry about dirt on his trousers. Despite the actions of the intruding feet Rude's sharpness caught the ever so slight glint of guilt in the other's face that he guessed was plaguing the redhead's conscious. Somewhere in the room the ticking of a clock grew louder, demanding they stop wasting the time.

Eventually he worked up the nerve to ask, "...What is bothering you?"

Reno didn't respond immediately, didn't react at all and for a moment Rude wondered if the young man had gone to sleep with his eyes open, in a quiet room like this there was no way he had not been heard. Slowly the blue, shining eyes looked at him again, "I've read all the files," He mumbled but Rude didn't understand what that meant, what files? "All your rookies files," Reno continued, the smirk (although there was something a little dark about it,) creeping back onto his face, "I know everything 'bout ya, and who ya going to be partnered with-" At this point Rude wanted to interrupt but the other didn't pause and he held his tongue "-Tell me why ya second to Mr Model?"

Examining the expression in the eyes looking up at him Rude analysed their meaning before replying, "You know."

"Seen the footage of ya exams but I can't read minds."

Rude just shrugged; there was not much to say that the Turk hadn't seen for himself, he sacrificed marks helping others. As he believed before even being picked to take the exams, he knew what he could and could not do in circumstances he was accustomed to, not that he was completely confident in his abilities but he did not need care for another judge's opinion of him. As the saying goes he was his harshest critic. He supposed now the situation was very different and there were more unknowns he'd have to face and he would still be learning only now when he probably wouldn't mind a mentor to ask how he could do better next time there probably would not be one, typically. Reno surprisingly seemed to understand or at least nodded like he did. "Ah well ya showed everyone and ya weren't too shabby in ya last written exam."

THAT WAS IT. Now he remembered the first time he'd heard of Reno was on the exam board with the unreal high score. His first image of what Reno could look like, his own and his friend's speculations about him, they couldn't have got further from the truth, unless, "Was there someone else called Reno before?" He didn't think twice about the question, Reno had been looking at him much the way Kyo had looked at Shady earlier for he knew the penny had dropped for Rude – not hard as the rookie had not bothered to conceal his feelings when he made the connection and most likely if the youth had been monitoring everyone then he probably had a good idea of their misconceptions.

"Nope."

"So you..."

Reno nodded happily, "ya got me."

"But how..."

The blue eyes rolled and the smirk morphed into a fond smile, "Now there's a story."

"I'd like to hear it." Rude replied nestling a little more into the couch to give Reno his undivided attention. Surprise and uncertainty crossed the red head's bandaged face; he seemed to want to say something but changed his mind. Rude wondered if he'd tried to avoid the topic but abruptly the younger man grinned mischievously and Rude knew he was going to be told at least something.

"Sure we got the time, but I don't want to go into the details, you okay with the bones?"

"Certainly."

"Alright," Reno replied sitting up and crossing his legs, "Well my official integration into the Turks finishes tonight-" Rude, again almost interrupted to express his confusion but controlled himself, it'd be revealed in time if he didn't encourage the other to get distracted, "-and last year I did the written exam. Ain't no big deal, I'm not super clever or nothin' my mental maths is terrible," He gave Rude a friendly smile inviting the big man to give one in return, "anyway 'cas they kept looking for excuses to hold me back I hacked into reception and looked at the test- nearly got the reception killed when they thought she'd breached security and she still doesn't like me. That's pretty much it, I figured all the answers out and as I had time to read it I noticed ya didn't have to do pages five to ten and some other big chunks so there wasn't that much ya had ta do. It was really about processing under pressure ya know. I got a hundred percent so they figured I musta cheated so they took a bunch of marks off me for getting caught still kept my place on the board though. Congratulations to you for being the first highest score that didn't cheat and answering all the questions ya didn't have to, much more impressive."

Rude remained quiet, processing a) Reno had cheated, b) he'd nearly got someone killed doing so, c) Reno could hack into the system, which he actually thought was more impressive d) He had wasted time in the exam answering questions that didn't need answering (he felt very foolish) and e) Reno was now waving a hand in his face. He caught the hand, it was soft and cold.

"Did I upset ya big guy?"

"No."

"Good," Reno's cheerfulness ended with that word and the uncertainty returned, "Hey can I ask ya somethin'?"

"What?"

"Why'd ya wanna be a Turk?"

Strange question, Rude thought, surely it was better asked to someone like Jim or John or Tabby between the four of them he looked like it was something he'd would naturally want to do but he guessed it be polite to humour the redhead who had answered his question, "I wish to be useful."

"Ya can be useful doing loads of stuff, ya were in the Soldier program and they get all the exciting work, why'd ya give it up?"

"..." He wasn't sure if he wanted to mention his personal reason's or bring up Youji, it was in the past after all and he had wanted to start a fresh chapter in his life unburdened by the scars of the past. Yet Reno was looking at him so earnestly and his eyes had become huge like a puppies, he gave up any resistance, "Youji wanted me to become a Turk, he said it was better than being in Solider and my talents were better suited for it besides, he said the pay was good." He chuckled at the last bit but the redhead wasn't laughing, or smiling or even looking at him. Yet again he was looking at the stupid window as if something the rookie told him had bothered him. A little annoyed he carried on and if the Turk wasn't listening he was not going to repeat himself, "I want to get stronger, to protect the people and die with honour some day." He concluded echoing some the words of a hero in one of the stories his late master had told him when he was young and he had taken to heart.

"Well that's dumb," Reno commented yawning, "There ain't no honourable way ta die. When ya dead ya dead."

Already irritated the redhead tone didn't sit well with him but when the youth flopped back down- legs still crossed so he looked very uncomfortable- Rude noticed again his expression had returned to a thoughtful melancholy state, enough to sap the bigger man's annoyance, there was no point being angry with someone who probably wouldn't respond and right then the Turk looked like he could lie there all night. He hadn't thought about it but Reno should probably be in the infirmary or something, he hadn't been fit to be out yesterday and all the exertion of last night may well have undone weeks of healing. Besides Mako based medicine as wonderful as it was, too much of it was probably bad for the system in the long run and more importantly could compromise ones natural ability to heal. He knew enough about Reno now to guess he was naturally energetic and probably a little proud of the fact, his mood lapses were most likely linked to his weak state. Indeed he hadn't moved from the long chair since Rude's arrival and only drank half of his drink, it was enough to make Rude feel bad for him. Still he wanted to know why the Reno felt there was no honourable way to die but before he could get the words out the door burst open.

"There... you are!" Marko breathed out angrily. He paused to catch his breath and see just who was in the room, "I've been trying every door in this damn Hotel looking for you. Can't you tell the time? It's half past one!" He glowered at the pair some more expecting a response but Reno didn't appear like he wanted to move and Rude was unsure what to say. "Well come on!"

Standing Rude smoothed out his suit, turning to Reno he asked, "Coming?"

"Yeah, yeah," The Turk said stretching languidly, "Better had before messenger boy gets his knickers in a twist." His narrowed eyes watched the man by the door bristle with satisfaction, then with unexpected grace and swiftness he leaped from the couch and retrieved his shoes.

"Hurry up," Marko growled obviously internally raging at their dawdling, "Rude come on already!"

Rude only frowned at Marko but a push on his calf made him look down, Reno was tying his shoes laces by his feet, "Go ahead I'll catch up."

"But-"

"Leave him and let's go, NOW!" Marko ordered looking venomously at Reno. Seeing he was only making the situation worse by waiting Rude complied but he wasn't expecting Marko to slam the door shut and lock it as soon as he was in the Corridor.

"What are you doing?" He asked, making a grab for the key but Marko quickly back stepped out of reached and dodged Rude's other efforts, before heading back to the main stair case. Rude didn't follow, he tried to slam the door open but the locks held fast and he discovered painfully the doors were steel covered in plaster. On the other side Reno was also realising he'd been locked in but whatever he was yelling Rude couldn't hear.

Angered and confused he raced after Marko intent on grabbing the key and getting an explanation later, what was the bastard thinking? When he reached the staircase Marko was already two flights below, waving the key tauntingly behind him up at Rude, like a matador waggling a red cape at a bull. Although Rude's expression was stoic his pounding steps hitting the marble, booming in the large space made it quite clear he was furious, so furious Marko kept a flight of stairs between them all the way down and only risked Rude getting close when they were at the party again where the large rookie daren't make a scene. He had no choice then but to follow Marko to the ceremony while quietly seething. Still he had time to try for an explanation.

"Why did you lock him in the room?"

"I've done everyone a favour haven't I? That pest will only make things drag on and besides if he's already a Turk there's no need for him to be there." Rude did not look impressed. "Fine, I'll give you the key and you can let him out afterward. Happy?" Marko sneered, "Why were you up there with him anyway?" Rude didn't reply, "You'd do well to not associate yourself with someone like that, my brother has enough lousy friends he doesn't need you attracting more."

"You're just jealous he keeps showing you up."

Marko whipped round, for moment it seemed he would punch Rude but he didn't. Instead he turned back and kept walking. Rude did not hassle him anymore, he had the promise of the key and within the hour he hoped to get Reno out and if Tseng asked where the redhead was he wouldn't hesitate telling the truth. They entered the wedding room in a hostile silence so tangible a couple of people around the entrance stepped back. Marko immediately went over to his place at the front where Doug and Marko were saving him a seat in the cushioned pews on the right. He shot one last dirty look at Rude as he sat down. Veld was at the front along with Hana and Maya who appeared just to have been partnered. He didn't find that surprising. After a few low spoken words from Veldt the pair went to the pews on the left side where Tick and Eden where seated by themselves. Rude noticed then that only the rookies were seated and everyone else around him were Turks. Feeling self conscious he looked around and spotted Tabby and Jim between two heads, trying to subtly (although they didn't pull it off) see where he was since Marko had returned.

"Is it true that guy locked Red in one of the rooms?" Trent asked, Rude somehow had not sensed his large frame beside him and he was doubly surprised by the man's question.

"Yes, how did you-" The rest of his query was rendered unnecessary when the Turk stepped back and one his other side Reno gave him a peace sign sticking out his tongue as he did, his bandages were now filthy and he was covered in white dust and dirty grey fluff.

How in the planet did he get there before them?

Guessing what he was thinking, Reno pointed up at the wall, more specifically at a rectangular hole which had to lead to the ventilation system. Still that didn't tell him how he got there so fast. Nevertheless he smiled at the redhead who was pleased with himself. Veld called up Ricky and Rude paused curious as to who the man would end up with and wondered if it would be one of his friends as he was closest to their level.

Veld asked Robin to stand up next. Rude wasn't the only one who was taken aback, he scanned the rookies to see Lithia and though she seemed to be taking it professionally she was a little too tense in her seat.

"Maybe you should sit down," Trent whispered to him again, "Veld knows your here but it's odd you're still standing." Rude didn't argue with this, "Oh and take the kid with ya, crawling in those vents didn't do him any good."

Shuffling past Trent Rude silently grabbed the sleeve of Reno's suit and pulled him firmly along, not giving the other a chance to say no. Trent seemed to approve of this action. Going down the far left aisle he got to the pews where the 'leftover' were sat traditionally at the back and slid in next to Tabby. He couldn't be inconspicuous but he was quiet and didn't interrupt Veld as he called for Shady to stand and announce his partner as Eden.

Reno looked around him and whispered to Tabby, "Meeeeow Tabby Cat, you scrub up well."

Rude, not too gently shoved him back as the poor woman blushed terribly. He didn't even look to see Veld give a disapproving glance at the pair of them.

Next Veld called Jim up. The oldest rookie stood looking nervous as he quickly straightened his collar, "Show time," he muttered giving them a weak smile. After the shock partnership of Ricky and Robin it seemed everyone was unsure on who they would end up with. However Veld called out John soon after, so surprised but pleased John followed Jim up the central aisle. Veld said a few words to them before they took seats on the other side.

Freaya and Manube were partnered after that, then Doug and Jordo, leaving only Rude, Tabby, Kureno, Kito, Lithia and Marko to be partnered up. Kureno was summoned and Rude for a moment wondered if his name would be next until his remembered his previous guess which to him was more likely, and he was right. After a dramatic pause, something Veld was getting rather fond of as the un-partnered rookies sweated in the pews, Arisa was called to stand opposite Kureno. Rude didn't like to be too presumptuous but the woman looked incredibly pleased with the outcome and Kureno looked rather delighted as well, although the man would probably have looked delighted with whoever he ended up with, he was just that sort of guy.

Lithia went up next and again Rude thought everyone had a equal chance at being partnered with the woman, he wouldn't mind. However Kito was the chosen one. The bald man shared a look with Tabby, and she smiled at him since it seemed very likely they'd end up together- although there was Marko to consider but surely he'd get snapped up by Turk since his paperwork was the most glowing of them all.

"Tabby, please come to the front." Veld commanded.

She gave Rude's hand a light squeeze as she stood; the soft black gloves hid the moisture in her hot palms but did nothing to disguise her excited yet also nervous shaking. She practically skipped to the front eyes wide with fright; it was enough for Veld to drop his serious look for an instant as fatherly amusement flashed across.

"You shall be partnered with..."

Anxiously Tabby bounced on the balls of her feet. Rude tensed in his seat, ready to stand. Reno sighed.

"Lyon."

What! Was collectively thought by most if not all of the rookies, as the Turk walked proudly to the little altar and in a gentlemanly way took the hand of the tentative woman who just gaped bug eyed at him before giving a similarly alarmed look at the Commander and then her friends. When her eyes fell on Rude her horror increased as she saw the large man's likely fate. She was led wordlessly to the right side pews without registering what Veld had said, Rude supposed she was probably fortunate she had an experienced Turk as a partner but that didn't mean he was any happier about it.

"May the last two come forward."

With leaden legs Rude slowly rose, his chest was suddenly heavy as if his reluctance to accept reality was chaining him to the spot. Marko was even less keen to step forward.

"'Splains why he was picked to fetch ya'" Reno whispered thoughtfully. Rude glanced back at him hoping for some reassurance but the redhead just looked bored. Feeling the eyes behind the shades on him Reno smirked and playfully, but discretely, shoved the large man saying o-so-helpfully, "faster ya shallow the sooner it's over."

"But the taste still lingers," Rude muttered glumly but he did move reaching Veld the same time as Marko. Mutal dislike radiated between the two men and the commander seemed to be having second thoughts on their partnership as he tried to give them both an encouraging smile. Rude noted off to the side Tseng was looking on with an unreadable expression and he suddenly remembered the bouncy ball he still had in his jacket pocket.

"Now," Veld said quietly but firmly, his words only for the reluctant duo, "as I told everyone else it may help your partnership if you consider why we believed you would function efficiently together, for some the answer is clearer than others-" you got that right "- and some only realise it in time. Starting tomorrow you will be stationed on the nineteenth floor with Freaya and Manube to look through past records of stock bought for our space exploration projects, we have been conducting an investigation into missing materials unfortunately Palmer was unable to inform exactly what he thought was missing. You are to gather and summarise what the company stocked, against what was actually used and the waste, hopefully this information will clear up the matter," The Turk rolled his eyes indicating this wasn't the first time his department had done this, he added tiredly, "if stock has indeed gone missing report back. Also Ricky and Robin will be questioning people in the space department so they should also be informed if you find anything that you believe will be useful to them."

Simultaneous the rookies bowed their heads and took their seats; Marko scowling as soon as he turned away from the commander and pointedly sat an arm's length from Rude, which suited the latter just find. Immediately he sort out his friends, as he expected Jim and Tabby were giving him wordless condolences however John appeared torn between horror for Rude's situation and shooting an oblivious Lyon dirty looks. Such behaviour was enough to distract the dread building up at the thought of working with Marko possibly until one of them croaked, as he wondered what offense the golden maned Turk could have given his friend to rival John's hatred of his brother. Nothing leapt to mind so he sort out Reno across the room but to his dismay the redhead had disappeared again, actually so had the second-in-command along with a couple of other Turks how'd hung around. Regardless of the declined audience Veld still went on with his petty speech about teamwork, survival, hard work etc. The words fell on deaf ears for Rude and his partner who, although doing a marvellous effort in hiding it, was sulking furiously. Insulted, for Rude felt he was the one with the right to be upset by this outcome more than the other man; he widened the gap between them so by the end of Veld's paternal sermon they were seated as far apart as their pew would let them.

Yeah Rude really could see this working out.

They were dismissed and Marko was the first to get up and storm out, quickly followed by his lackeys although Rude couldn't fathom why they'd want to get an ear bashing from their leader because that's all he could imagine was in store for them. Jim and John headed straight over to him and Tabby turned in her seat, apologising to Lyon who asked why she wasn't leaving yet.

"Man, sucks to be you," Jim said in his custom tact.

"Jim," Tabby scolded, "Don't say such things you're only making this worse."

"Seems pretty rock bottom to me anyway," John grumbled off the side and Rude wondered what exactly the man was commenting on.

Jim huffed, "Well sometimes you just have to face facts, although Wonder boy didn't seemed pleased either. Tch, cheek! Getting our Rude all to himself and turning his nose up like that." Rude which Jim could phrase himself better before he found the older man suddenly in his face saying passionately, "But you'll show him, just like you did last night! Make sure he never looks down on you!"

"So you're telling him never sit down around my brother?" John commented dryly while Tabby raised her hands in a surrendering gesture seeing how his tone was only exciting their older friend more.

"Don't use that voice in a situation like this; this is our friend's life we're talking about here!" Jim cried waving his arms, "What is with that face! We've been there for you when you've been down show some compassion."

"Really you two..."

"Alright, but I don't see how making a scene is helping, if anything your making it worse by embarrassing him." John hissed before turning to Rude, "If it helps I'll make sure our door is always open for you."

"Huh!?" Jim paused in his flailing to stare at John confusedly, "What do you mean our door? We don't live together."

"We do now," John explained matter-of-factly, "I heard Arisa explaining it to Kureno, in the morning we collect our stuff from that place and take it into our new apartments. Partners are expected to live together since it conserves space and helps the er....relationship."

Jim nodded slowly as the meaning sunk in then abruptly said with sparkling eyes, "I've always wanted a roommate, don't worry our relationship will blossom beautifully-" just as suddenly he turned on Rude face changing from delight to anguish, "I'm doubly sorry for you, please take our sofa."

Rude felt tempted to take up the offer, partly because living with Marko was making the dread within him heavier but mostly to stop Jim's embarrassing theatrics, he swore the man was getting worse the longer he knew him.

Lyon coughed, the sound was followed by a long awkward silence as the Rookies registered he'd been standing in the middle of them the whole time and they'd been yelling around him. Rude shook his head thankfully they were the only ones left in the chapel.

"Tabby I think we should go now, it'll be good to try and get some rest before tomorrow."

Tabby blushed when Lyon took her hand to pull her out of the pews at last and away from the rest of them, "Erm, where am I going to sleep though?"

"I took the liberty of getting your things sent to our apartment, everything should be ready for you when you arrive and you can sleep in your bed," Lyon explained, letting the rookies wonder who did the labour and how the Turk could arrange stuff like that, but most importantly informing them that Lyon knew his partner would be Tabby. As Lyon led the confused woman out, she didn't seem able to do much than stare at him and stammer out questions- Rude recalled Arisa mentioned Turks getting a partner could chose who they wanted and realised Lyon must have requested Tabby, but why?

He didn't know if that fact had dawned on the others but John was now looking like he could boil an egg on his face as he growled something about pushiness and smugness. He seemed very upset that Lyon was Tabby's partner. Jim finally seemed to see this as well.

"Something wrong partner?"

"Nope," John fumed, "everything is just peachy, if you'll excuse I need a drink." He marched off leaving Rude and Jim stunned.

"Did I say something?"

Rude shrugged having lost the plot a while back.

Jim smirked sadly, "That Rioz blood is pretty hot, looks like we've got our work cut out with our partners." He sighed and collapsed on the pew beside Rude, "Hey, tell me if I'm being weird here but was it me or did John seem a little annoyed at Lyon for being Tabby's partner. I mean I thought he was happy with me, I didn't realise he had a preference between us." Rude shook his head he didn't think it was like that at all, if anything he'd say their friend had a prejudice against the Turk. "You don't think so, but he was antsy since the man's name was called he nearly squeezed my face off when I almost yelled out at the time as well, like he was wishing it was the guys neck." He rubbed his cheeks, "Hurt too....Hey you don't suppose-I mean Lyon's a okay guy but you don't think-"

"He's got his eye on that timid thing?"

"UWAHHHHHH," Jim rocketed from his seat, backward somersaulting over the pew in front, while his –alarming high pitched- scream echoed in the smallish room.

Rude calmly checked Jim was still alive before looking behind him at Rufus lounging across the pews as if he'd been there for awhile. The young man flicked at the lick of hair that had fallen into of his left eye and smiled smugly, enjoying the reaction his sudden appearance had on at least one rookie. Rude just looked at him until he let out a not-so-innocent "What?"

Getting up Rude wordlessly assisted the helpless Jim back to his feet, but his friend soon sunk into the pew he fell over nursing his head and groaning. Rude dusted him off and held the man's nose at the bridge, tilting it back as a little stream of blood started to come out. Rufus observed them with amusement and Jim in a funny voice mumbled, "What's a kid doing here?" It seemed Jim had registered the child's voice but not the owner of it; this only pleased the president's boy more.

"I came looking for your large friend actually," Replied Rufus smoothly swinging his legs round to sit up in his seat and look directly at Rude with knowing eyes, "I thought I recognised you, you're the one that fought Reno yesterday. Don't feel bad that you lost, it was inevitable."

Rude lowered his brow a silent request for an explanation so Rufus elaborated in the same know-it-all manner. "He has a knack of getting through situations he shouldn't. You see my father has been trying to get rid of him from the moment he entered the company, which partly explains the dreadful state he is in now. Unfortunately for my father's intention to use Reno as an expendable has resulted in quite the opposite and despite his...unpredictability shall we say, Reno is now considered an indispensible asset at least as much as the next Turk anyway. So for all your training I knew you couldn't compete with that." He concluded as if that explained everything and topped it off by standing immediately after, "I hope to see you again Turk, do try not to get yourself killed until then." ith a dismissive wave he elegantly left the room.

"Who's Reno?" Jim asked when the door shut. Rude didn't answer as he helped the man to his feet.

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Okay this is one of those chapters that I had a vague idea what I wanted to do with it and then when it came to actually writing it, basic events remained the same but the feel/tone didn't come across. I also feel that someone may call me up on bad grammar and maybe spelling - I say this everytime and I am trying to see all the mistakes but for some reason I miss loads. I do proof read my stuff honest! Erm another thing on this chapter is I'll say it pretty much wrote itself - I know that doesn't make sense but what I mean is I wasn't agnosing over sentences/paragraphs and I haven't re-written it at all which has been a first for a while for me, but then I didn't fancy re-doing 24 pages so there maybe evidence of laziness and/or weird parts that may not flow like water even after I touched them up. All in all I am happy with the writing practise and it'd be doubly great if you enjoyed it as well.

Also I hope Reno wasn't OOC, I still have a hard time writing him. Lastly Rude will give the ball back in the next chapter...

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