A/N: Due to the fact that Turk Applicant, Nicole, was labeled as clinically insane, we have found it necessary to re-evaulate her in the art of assassination. Reno, you will be accompanying her on this mission.

Reno (smirking at Nicole): Sure thing, Boss.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but this bitchin' plot.

Milo sipped his latte as he sat in the StarGils, typing frantically on his new laptop. Well, it wasn't really his new laptop. It technically belonged to some guy he'd mugged coming out of a computer store in Edge. He didn't feel too bad taking it...especially considering that the guy was dead and wouldn't be needing it. Such a shame to have such a nice piece of equipment go to waste. And Milo was a firm believe in 'waste not, want not'.

Besides, he needed a new computer since that bitch Turk fried his with a virus. He couldn't even get the thing to power up after that. He should have known it was a setup. That chick Zane had picked up was just too conveniently placed.

One thing about it, next time Milo saw her, she was dead.

"You done good today, 'Ki," Freddie told her. "Not too shabby. You're a quick learner."

She smiled, scratching the back of her head shyly. "Thanks, Boss," she said, running her hand over her blue tipped blond spikes to make sure they were still in place. "So I guess that means my shift's up, huh?"

"Yeah, go home, Kid," he said. "I'm calling that staffing place tomorrow and thanking them for you. You the best."

'Ki laughed and untied her apron, tossing it under the counter. "See ya, 'round," she said, giving a small wave.

Milo looked up from his computer and studied the girl as she clocked out at the register. Staffing place, huh? he thought. I wonder if it's the same place Zane picked up that chick? This girl might know her!

The blue tits...er, TIPS came his way and electric blue nails tapped at his table. "Have a great night," she said with a sweet smile as she headed for the door.

Milo quickly shut his laptop and followed her. "Hey!" he called. "Wait up!"

The girl turned around and stopped. "What's up?" she asked. "I didn't spit in your drink, in case your wondering."

Milo stopped in front of her a smile on his face. "I wasn't," he said. "Can I ask you something?"

She grinned flirtaciously. "Depends," she said, stepping closer and running those electric blue nails up his chest. "What's in it for me?"

"Uh," Milo stammered. He never was any good with girls. "I'll buy you a cup of coffee?"

Idiot! he mentally smacked his forehead.

She laughed and turned around. "I work at StarGils, Bub," she said walking away. "I get free coffee. Up the offer and we'll see."

He followed her. "Dinner?" he asked.

"I'm full, thanks."

"Ice cream?"

"Lactose intolerent."

"Cookies?"

"What are you...three?"

"My laptop?"

"I could use a good door stopper."

"Sex?"

She stopped and turned to him, predatory smile in place. She nodded her head slowly. "Now you're speaking my language," she purred as she ran her fingers over his face.

Milo swallowed hard. "F-first talk, then s-sex," he stuttered.

"Deal."

Milo delved his tongue into her mouth, thrusting into her repeatedly as she moaned wantonly. She did work for the Temporary Urgent Request Kiosk Staffing firm, but she didn't know anyone who met the description of Zane's killer.

Stupid, Milo, he thought to himself. You are having SEX! Shut up!

He yelled out as she raked her nails down his back, drawing blood and grinning up at him savagely. The pain pushed him over the edge as he came inside her, collapsing on top of her and breathing heavily. His back felt like it was on fire.

"Hey," she whispered into his ear, kissing his cheek softly. "I've got a favor to ask you."

Milo raised his head up to look her in her eyes. "What's that?" he asked sleepily.

"You gotta promise to do it," she whispered.

He couldn't seem to catch his breath. And he was tired. Shut her up and go to sleep, he thought. "I promise."

She laughed slightly. "When you reach the Lifestream...tell Zane...Niki said...'hi'."

Milo collapsed against her again, this time not even budging. She let out an exasperated sigh as she pushed the body off her. "Why did you have to die on me?" she asked, pulling on a thick pair of gloves before pulling her clothes on.

Niki bounded out the apartment and skipped into the street, humming along with the music in her head.

"Hey Baby."

She turned her head and grinned, throwing herself into the red head's arms. "Thank the GODS!" she cried, planting rapid fire kisses all over his face and neck. "A REAL man! I so need a good fuck right about now."

Reno laughed and held her hands away. "After we get these claws decontaminated," he said. "I assume all went as planned."

Niki continued kissing him. "Duh!" she said. "Except he was a total virgin and I couldn't even finish myself off because of these death tools." She wiggled her gloved hands at him. "Let's go, before I want to kill some one else."

Reno pulled her to him, looking at her blue tipped blond spikes. "Hmm...you know that 'thing'?" he asked. "That whole 'gentlemen prefer blonds' thing?"

"Yeah?"

He snatched the wig off her head and tossed it over his shoulder, watching as her sable hair came cascading down. He sneered in her face. "I ain't no gentleman," he growled.

She bit at his lips. "And I ain't no blond," she said. "Let's fuck."

Mission Report: Target eliminated by asphyxiation as the respiratory muscles were unable to contract, resulting in apnea, then death.

Turk Assigned: Nicole

Status: Second-level rookie; still clinically insane

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

Target: Milo Rosenburg, Second-in-Command to the late Zane Cooke, Anti-ShinRa Syndicate Sub-Leader

Death by: Curare-laced scratches

Mission Complete

A/N: Thank you to wikipedia for the Mission Report and Serenitychan13 for the curare information. (shudders) Review please! ChaosDynasty...your next!