A/N: Our next applicant is Serenitychan13. Good luck.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the idea.

Zane Locke looked over at his newest recruit, the sable haired beauty a find indeed. She had been leaving the Temporary Urgent Request Kiosk Staffing firm when he met her. She had explained that she was looking for a job that paid well and would appreciate her special skills. Oh, he would appreciate them, he thought looking down her lowcut blouse. He would appreciate them indeed.
"All right," Zane said, rubbing his hands together. "So the plan is set. Milo has already hacked into the ShinRa database so we should be able to disarm any authorized accesses remotely. Now, we just gotta get our boys in there."

"Hey," Milo said, waving Zane over. "Take a look at this. It's the Turks message boards. Says they are recruiting more people to the organization since they took such a hit after Meteor Fall."

"Aw sweet!" Zane said, slapping him on the back. "We could send some of our guys in to try out as Turks and get in that way. Then we take out that Planet killing bastard, Rufus."

"Right," Milo said. He looked over at Xander. "Yo, Xan...go get about five or so guys you think would be good. Make sure their someone ShinRa ain't got no pics of or nothing, aight?"

"Got it," Xander said, taking off out the door.

Zane sat down on the sofa, pulling the new chick down on his lap as she sat a tray of food down on the table. "Hey, SweetCheeks," he said, nuzzling her neck. "You ready for some real action?"

Her eyes widened. "You gonna let me go into ShinRa, Zane?" she asked with surprise as she popped a piece of food into his mouth.

"Nah," he said, chewing the bite and opening his mouth for another. "I was talking about later tonight, Doll. You, me and 200 count sheets."

She giggled. "Sounds good," she whispered into his ear, feeding him some more. "You better eat a lot to keep your strength up. I could kill you."

Zane laughed, using a little more effort than normal as he felt his throat tighten. "Doubt it, Babe," he said, chewing another piece of food. "That shit's pretty good. What's in it?"

She shrugged nonchalantly, placing another piece in his mouth. "Oh, you know, just something I whipped up," she said. "It's to die for, isn't it?"

"Pretty damn good," he choked out, gasping for air. He reached for his throat, trying to scream for help when he realized it was swelling shut. Milo glanced over, smirking as he saw his boss and the new chick making out like crazy, then turned his head back to the computer.

"Dude, these Turks are some messed up fuckers," he chuckled. "Their message board has a bunch of shit about keggers and orgies. They might be pretty cool people if they didn't work for ShinRa."

He scrowled down the screen, looking at different topics when the screen flashed and a woman with dark brown hair and red streaks popped on the screen wearing the standard issue black suit of the Turks. "Hey, Asshole," she said, looking straight at him. "You're plan ain't gonna work. Besides, your boss...yeah, the fucker's dead. See ya!"

Milo watched as the screen faded and a pixelated Turk walked onto the screen and shot a gun at him, spreading a virus into his hardrive and frying all the information he had stored on the computer. "Shit!" he yelled as his screen went blank. He lept from his seat and went to the couch, screaming for help when he saw Zane laying there lifeless, his throat swollen to the size of a soccer ball.

Zane's new girl...yeah, she was gone.

The new recruit hoped onto the back of a motorcycle, shivering as the driver ran his hands up her bare thighs as she pressed against his back.

"How'd it go?"

She grinned, cocking her head to the side. "Knocked him dead," she said, leaning in to kiss the red haired Turks smiling lips.

Reno drew in his breath as her tongue slammed into his. "You do that to me everytime," he groaned as he started the bike and she wrapped her arms around him. "Just don't make it permanent, okay, Niki-chan?"

"Sure thing, Boss."

Mission Report: Target eliminated by ingesting normal substance (chocolate); Target's biological system was unable to cope with said substance in the body and shut down.

Turk Assigned: Nicole

Status: Clinically Insane Rookie

Specialty: Under COVERS ops, weapons, fire, martial arts, bio weapons involving animal toxins, chocolate

Target: Zane Locke, Anti-ShinRa Syndicate Sub-Leader

Death by: Fatal allegeric reaction to chocolate

Mission Complete

A/N: Yeah, I gave ya some Reno action in there. Everyone loves the red head, you know? Not that I blame them. So, my husband likes this fic and wants me to write him killing off someone. Okie dokie, Baby! Is everyone diggin' this fic? I've only gotten a few reviews so far. Let me hear how you're liking it, okay? See ya!