A/N: This one is for my husband.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Temple eyed the young man from the Temporary Urgent Request Kiosk Staffing firm. He didn't care for him. He was well-built, tall, muscled and had all the secretaries fawning over him. And he smiled, a lot. The women kept touching his arms, asking him to carry heavy boxes for them to the other side of the room. They kept dropping things and asking him to pick them up for them, which he would do, completely oblivious to the fact that they were staring at his ass.

He didn't care for him at all.

But at least he was distracting the other people in the office so that Temple could conduct the business that required his immediate attention. He was attempting to sell a piece of property that had belonged to the ShinRa Electric Power Company for fifty years, but had laid untouched for nearly three decades. He was going to sell it to some unsuspecting sap and take the gil and high tail it to Costa del Sol to live out the remainder of his days in sunny paradise.

The plan was flawless.

Temple glanced at his watch. His client would be here in exactly 20 minutes. That gave him enough time to see to a certain need that required the restroom and a private stall. He walked through the run down building of his company, chuckling at the false promises he had made his employees to begin remodeling. It didn't matter. After today, he'd get the hell out of this joint.

Dodging the wires that hung out of the ceiling in the men's room, Temple made his way to the only available stall, the handicap stall being out of order. He sat on the commode and proceeded to do his business. A small sound caught his attention and he watched as a live wire fell out of the ceiling directly above him and hit the floor of the stall. Cursing under his breath, Temple finished tending to his need and flushed the toilet. As he was pulling up his pants, he heard water pouring over the side of the toilet and onto the floor, covering his shoes in the contaminated liquid. Stepping back to get out of the stall, the water hit the live wire, sending 1,000 volts of electricity running through Temple's body just as his hand grasped the handle of the stalls door. The surge in power caused a black out in the run down building, sending the secretaries scurrying to find their new big and strong comfort toy.

When the lights came on some minutes later, the man was gone.

The blond glanced at him over the tops of her sunglasses as she gestured to a seat next to her at the table. "How was work?" she asked sweetly.

He shrugged, loosening the tie around his neck. "Same old same," he said, reaching to her plate for a french fry. "Lifted some boxes, had my ass stared out, killed the boss."

Elena smiled and leaned forward, placing her hand on his thigh and moving up. "Good boy," she purred, planting a kiss on his lips. "I'll reward you later."

He returned the smile, and the kiss.

Mission Report: Target eliminated by electrical current surging through body, intensified by water in the vicinity.

Turk Assigned: Joel

Status: Rookie

Speciality: Hand to hand combat, electrical 'engineering' and forced information retrieval specialist

Target: Joe Temple, Jr. from Big River Properties

Death by: Electricution

Mission Successful

A/N: Yes, I let my husband make out with fictional characters. It's kinda hot. Anyway, review please. And izzy283...you're up next!