Mission 15: Polish
"Polish?" Reno looked absolutely horrified when he was informed about the mission. "Polish?! There's no way I'm going to polish anything. I'm a Turk!"
"I never said you had to polish something. Your mission is only to find and buy high quality polish," Vincent clarified. He didn't really feel like hiring a Turk to run this errand, but he couldn't find anyone else to do it, and he did not wish to go himself because of the inevitable questions that would follow.
"What's the polish for?" Questions such as the one Reno just asked.
"You do not need to know that," Vincent didn't feel like explaining it to Reno any more than he felt like explaining it to the shop keepers, hence why he intended to send the Turk to buy the polish and let him deal with the questions. "As a Turk you should be trained to accomplish your mission without questioning it."
"Yes, but..." But this wasn't a real Turk mission; it was an errand, the kind of thing a child would do to earn a little extra allowance; and it annoyed Reno to no end thinking this was his job. "I won't know which polish to get unless I know what it's for."
"Metal," Vincent replied, unconsciously hiding his left hand in his cloak.
"For your glove and shoes?" Reno laughed, "you could have just said so from the beginning, but I'm only buying it and you're paying for it. I refuse to shine anything; you'll have to do that yourself."
"I already told you, you only need you to buy it," Vincent was losing his patience, he didn't exactly feel comfortable with the subject, but Reno didn't understand that.
"What's so bad about going to the store and buying polish?" The redhead continued asking questions, and drying what was left of Vincent's patience.
"It is... unusual and..." Vincent paused; then glared, "you must leave on your mission at once! Questioning your mission will not be tolerated!"
Reno did a mock salute, "yes sir!" and started heading for the door of Vincent's apartment, where he stopped and looked back at his client. "You're probably afraid people will think you're a freak."
A golden shoe came close to hitting Reno, but the Turk reacted fast enough and ducked, the dangerously pointy shoe flying over his head. "Okay, okay, I get it! Armored vampires have feelings too!" Reno made his escape before he became the target of Cerberus.
Buying the polish was easy enough, and so was delivering it. "Good, well done, you may leave now," Vincent received the polish and practically pushed Reno out the door.
However, Reno held on to the door frame and refused to leave. "Wait! Aren't you going to let me watch how it works?"
"I do not ask to watch you while you work on personal hygiene." Vincent reached for Cerberus, which would also get polished soon.
"That would be weird, but it's not like you're going to bathe in polish, are you? You're more of a freak than I thought!"
"I will not use the polish for bathing, now leave!" Vincent insisted.
"I get it! That glove thing is attached so you can't take it off. That sucks; I bet it scares away the fan girls. Good thing I don't need polish to look good." When Reno lowered his guard, Vincent shoved him out the door and closed it, locking the complaining Turk out.
Next time Vincent would buy the polish himself and put up with the questions and strange looks. It was certainly better than putting up with Reno.
End of Mission 15
Disclaimer, I don't own Final Fantasy VII. Mission 15 was requested by Sharem.