A/N: Retribution...oh yeah.

Disclaimer: Still own nothing but the bitchin' plot.

Brit sat with her left arm in a sling, the bullet having been removed from her shoulder. The entire Turk force was in the conference room, going over the passed two days.

"So, from what I gather, the fucker was actually trying to get Cloud to go to the fake address," she was explaining. "Wanted to get rid of him and take over his life. Real fucktard, that one."

Tseng nodded. "Well, good to have you back, Brit," he said standing to his feet. "However, there still is the matter of Cumulus Stryfe. He captured one my Turks. That will not go unanswered."

"Sir," Akalara said. "Send me. I'll be glad to take care of him. It was my partner he took."

"Thank you, Akalara," Tseng told her. "But I have already selected the team to eliminate him. Vincent, shall we?"

Vincent smirked as the rookies and veteran Turks stared at him and their leader. "Indeed."

"Okay, now ping it to make sure we got the connection," Kandi was telling Sage. The other Turks were behind her waiting for the visual from Tseng's lapel pin.

"Back off, Bitch, I know what the fuck I'm doing," Sage grumbled. He entered a few commands and the screen came up with a view of Tseng leaping out of the chopper. Vincent came into view as the two Turk legends walked side by side into Junon.

"We have the visual, Sir," Elena said into the communicator. "Make us proud."

"Yo, Elena, I think you got a little brown on your nose there, Babe," Reno said, his arm wrapped around Brit as Akalara sat in his lap and Niki played with his hair.

"Knock it off, Assfuck," Brit said popping her gum.

"You know, some of us are actually watching," Katrina said, throwing the popcorn Kandi had pulled out of her suit jacket, piping hot.

"Yeah, so shut your hole, Loser," Ram said, reaching inside Kandi's jacket and getting a soda.

"Hey, Vending Machine, ya got any chocolate?" Joel called from the back.

"What's your preference?" she replied.

"You got choices?"

"What, you think I got that vile nickname from carrying only one kind?" she smirked.

"Something with peanut butter, then," he answered.

She chucked him a candy bar and went back to viewing the screen, munching on the popcorn with Katrina. "Okay, everyone shut up," she said. "They're at the base."

The screen showed Vincent leading the way, Cerberus drawn and ready. Tseng's firearm came into view as he followed closely behind his partner. Three guards came down the corridor, their weapons drawn. Vincent shot them down in under two seconds.

"Not going to let me have any fun, Valentine?" Tseng asked.

Vincent smirked. "You'll have to be quicker than that," he replied. "I think you've spend too much time behind a desk, my friend."

"Hmm...perhaps so."

"Shiva, I wonder what kind of sick, twisted assassination those two have planned?" Feather asked excitedly, stuffing potato chips into her mouth. "This is gonna be sweet!"

"Nothing's as good as my sushi bit," Revan smirked.

"I doubt their gonna sell Cumulus to a restaurant in Junon, Rev," Torr scoffed. "Tseng'll probably rip his heart out and show it to him while he's still alive."

"Nah, Vincent will transform in Galian beast and kick some ass," Magni said, sitting on the edge of her seat. "This is better than a movie!"

"Shut up," Rude snapped. "They're in."

Everyone watched, silent, breathless as the two black haired men crept into Cumulus Stryfe's office. Vincent leapt into the air and landed on the desk, facing the imposter and smirking.

"Cumulus Stryfe?" Tseng asked, his gun pointed at the base of the man's skull.

"Y-yes?"

"Thank you."

The report of the gun echoed, followed by the low cursings of Vincent. "You could have at least let me move," he said, brushing off his suit jacket. "Do you know how hard it is to get brain matter off of a uniform?"

Tseng laughed; yes, laughed. "You've got some in your hair, as well," he said between chuckles. The lapel pin was moved and Tseng's face came into view. "And that, my friends, is how you perform an assassination. Sometimes a more...inventive approach is required, but when it comes down to it, the demise of the target is the key. Now, get back to work."

"Sir!"

Mission Report: Target eliminated via bullet to the head.

Turks Assigned: Tseng and Vincent Valentine

Status: Turk Leader and Senior Turk

Specialities: You name it, they do it.

Target: Cumulus Stryfe, Owner of Stryfe Delivery Service

Death by: Gunshot wound to the head

Mission Complete

A/N: That's old school, BABY! Tseng and Vincent ROCK! I'm sorry, but them working together turned me on a little bit. Review!!!