Chapter 5

The Ragnarok flew over the city, setting down in it's designated landing area at the Esthar Air Station. Kiros was the first to exit it, followed shortly by SeeD members Zell Dincht, Selphie Tilmitt, and finally, the leader of SeeD, Squall Leonheart. Kiros lead the way, as he escorted the SeeDs to meet with Laguna. They climbed on to one of the public transporters and took it to the presidential building.

"I do regret that I can't explain more about the mission, I feel the president would be better suited for that job." Kiros explained. He had told them that they had been attacked, but left out by what exactly.

"As long as you pay, we will fulfill the objective, whatever it is." Squall responded. "That our jobs as SeeDs. So you said you managed to capture one of them?"

"Yes, he claims to be one of there greatest scientists. He calls himself Professor Hojo. Fortunately, he's been very accommodating. It would seem he has some issues with his leaders."

"Could you be more specific?"

"I'm afraid not, he won't go into details. He has told us many secrets and weaknesses for his leaders, and we hope we're able to use them to our advantage."

"We may have to talk to him ourselves, what about the enemy? What do you know about them?"

"I believe the president will explain that. speaking of which, it seems we've just arrived at our destination." Kiros said, motioning to the elaborate building that they had just arrived at. "if you will please follow me again, I will take you to meet our president."

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Tseng awoke in a dark room, the only light shining brightly upon him. He knew what it was immediately, being a Turk had meant he had spent time in rooms like this before, however normally he was on the other side of the circumstance. He managed to remain calm, knowing that leaving him alone in the dark, silent room was a technique they used to try and unnerve him. He had no sense of how long he waited before finally the sound of footsteps approaching filled the room. A few seconds later, a voice filled the room.

"What's your name?" It demanded.

"Tseng." Tseng replied simply.

"What is your purpose in Esthar?" The voice demanded. Tseng remained silent, showing where his loyalty lay. "What is your purpose in Esthar?" The voice repeated. Still, Tseng refused to answer. Suddenly, the lights came on, and Tseng found himself in the middle of a white room. The walls were lined with mirrors that Tseng knew were actually windows. Also, three men stood in front of him, two holding long poles. As for Tseng himself, he finally saw the ropes the bound him to an old metal chair.

"Listen," The man in the center said, stepping forward. He kept his voice friendly, but Tseng knew better. "We know where you come from, Mr Tseng. We have questions, and we'd be pleased if you'd answer them. The easier you make it for us, the easier we make it for you. Now, what is your purpose in Esthar."

For some reason, Tseng found himself thinking of his associates. The one that came to mind first was Reno, and his cocky attitude. Inspired, Tseng decided to answer the man's question. "I'm checking out the real estate, I want to buy a summer home here." He said, his tone obviously sarcastic.

"Oh, that's nice." The man, his tone now for serious. Stepping back away from him, he turned to the other two men. "show him our sense of humor." He told them, causing both to step forward. The two men jabbed their poles into Tseng, who immediately felt an electric shock surge through him, causing him to yell out in pain. Finally, they stopped, and stepped back.

"Are you ready to be serious now?" The interrogator stepped forward again.

"not really." Tseng said, looking up at him.

"Fine, we'll move on. Tell us about your technology."

Tseng remained silent, and the interrogator stepped back again. Without even saying anything, the other two stepped forward and thrust their poles into Tseng's body again. Tseng couldn't help but yell out again as the electricity flowed through him. They continued to shock him for a few minutes before once again they pulled away. The interrogator came at him, all sense of cooperation absent from him. A swift back hand to Tseng's face caused Tseng's head to snap to the side. The interrogator aggressively grabbed Tseng's face, and force him to look at him.

"What are you planning!" The interrogator demanded, throwing a punch into Tseng's face. Tseng gathered the blood that was now filling his mouth and spat it into his tormentor's face, causing him to stumble back. "You're going to regret that!" The man said, kicking Tseng in the chest, and causing the chair to fall backward. Tseng's head mercifully hit the ground, knocking him out so he didn't have to endure the beating he was going to receive.