A/N: Partners are Akalara and Brit.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the bitchin' plot.

"I don't see why its such a big deal," Brit said popping her gum as she reclined the driver's seat back and placed her sunglasses on her bloodshot eyes. Drinking until four in the morning on a work day was not a good idea.

"He's mine, okay?" Akalara said. "She's got to get it through her thick skull that Reno belongs to me."

Brit shook her head. "Why are you targeting each other only?" she asked. "You both know I'm fucking him, too. Plus, some of the other girls are getting with him. Why this rivalry between just the two of you?"

"I don't like her," Akalara said simply. "There's something about her...I can't put my finger on it."

Brit snorted and folded her hands on her stomach. "Dominance," she said. "You both want what can't be yours exclusively. Besides, you two are just alike."

"Oh, fuck no!" Akalara exclaimed. "I am nothing like that insane bitch."

"Whatever," Brit yawned. "Wake me when you see the target."

"You're not supposed to sleep on the job," Akalara told her.

"You're also not supposed to fuck your coworkers, Miss Hypocrite, so shut the fuck up and wake me when you see the target."

Akalara opened the mission folder and read through it again. "I guess this guy is supposed to look a lot like Cloud Strife," she mused. "Running a copycat business, too."

"He just sucks at it," Brit snorted. "That's why Spikey asked Vamp Boy to have us 'take care' of it."

"Technically, Cloud didn't order a hit on the Stryfe Delivery Service," Akalara pointed out. "He just mentioned it over drinks with Vincent. Said it was ruining his name because of the similarities. Vincent asked if he wanted something done and Cloud replied affirmatively."

Brit looked at her partner over the tops of her sunglasses. "Are you always so...proper?" she asked.

"Not all the time," Akalara said defensively. "Sometimes I..."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Brit interrupted, sitting up and removing her shades. "Check it out. That looks like our boy now."

The women exited the car and approached the man who had his back to them. "Excuse me," Akalara said. The spikey haired blond simply ignored her. "Are you Cumulus Stryfe?"

Brit slammed the guy against the wall, her gun to his head. "Look, Pal," she snarled. "I'm hungover and I'm hungry as a bitch, so you better fuckin' answer my partner. Are you Cumulus Stryfe?"

The man turned around, a wicked grin on his face. "No," he replied. "I'm just the decoy."

A shot rang out and a bullet slammed into Brit's shoulder, causing her to drop her gun. She cried out in pain as she grasped at her arm and the decoy knocked her unconscious and passed her through a door into waiting arms. He turned to Akalara, who had her gun pointed at his head.

"Bring her back out here," she ordered calmly. "Do it, or you're dead."

"Sorry, Toots," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Your girlfriend is gone."

Akalara heard the sound of an engine revving and tires squealing. "Stryfe knew we were coming," she said.

"Rookie Turks are always fun to fuck with," he laughed. He dug into his pockets and took out his cell phone. He flipped it opened and it chirped. "We got one and I'll get this one. She won't put up a..."

Akalara silenced him with a bullet to the gut. He dropped his phone and fell to the ground. Quickly, she bound him and gagged him, tossing him into the trunk of her car. "You stupid fucker," she growled. "Don't ever, EVER underestimate a Turk. I can't believe you set up the ambush and then let all your back up leave with my partner."

Closing the trunk, she scanned the area and checked inside. The back door was opened, leading out into an alley way where they must have taken off with Brit. She went back outside and pocketed the guy's cell phone, flipping her own out. "Tseng," she began heavily. "We've encountered a problem."

Mission Report: Target not found; Rookie Second Level Brittany was captured during conflict; remains MIA.

Turks Assigned: Akalara and Brittany

Status: Rookies; Second Level

Specialty: See individual profiles.

Target: Cumulus Stryfe, Owner of Stryfe Delivery Service

Dealth by: N/A

Mission Failed

A/N: Our first failure. An abducted and wounded Turk. Oh, Shiva, this can't be good! Thank you to Kd Zeal's husband for the idea. Review please...and let's get Brit back!!!