A/N: Operation: FFR will be back soon as well as new missions for the new recruits who's applications have been temporarily misplaced by Reno. As soon as he locates them, we will be back in business.

Reno: I didn't MEAN to lose them.

Me: Uh huh. Anyway, this is a special request from one of my best friends, and it has to be done. MamaBear...for you.

Disclaimer: STFU, it's still not mine. Except this plot. You steal, you will become a part of this fic...on the receiving end of an assassination. Do we have an understanding? Good.

Rufus knocked on Tseng's door before entering the Wutain's office. "Sir," he said, rising to his feet as Rufus closed the door. "I wasn't aware we had a meeting."

"We don't," Rufus said, his voice clipped. "I have a personal situation I need for your group to eradicate for me. Or rather, for my aunt."

Tseng blinked. "Your aunt, Sir?" he inquired. "I wasn't aware..."

"She was my mother's only sibling," Rufus explained as he sat down, gesturing for Tseng to do the same. "Michelle is one of the kindest women I've ever known, and she is being...pestered by two persons who I wish to be eliminated, in all haste."

Tseng smirked. "Of course, President," he said with an inclination of his head. "Have you the details on the targets?"

"Jules and Jamie Avaya," he replied. "Her ex-husband and his wife. Michelle and her husband are trying to raise her 16 year old daughter to be a young lady and these two cretons are hindering that process. They undermine everything my aunt says or does, promising freedom to my young cousin and then snatching it away. Michelle called me in tears over something Jules said about my cousin. After giving her a cell phone and the freedom to text message as much as she wished, she ran up a $300 bill, in text messages alone. Jules called her a brat and irresponsible. He then proceeded to say that he would only have to pay for one semester in college because she would not make it to the second semester."

"The man has a lot of faith in his own child, doesn't he?" Tseng mused sarcastically.

"Indeed," Rufus said, rubbing his chin. "Make it look like an accident. My cousin is the beneficiary on their life insurance policies."

"Consider it done, Sir."

"Excellent."

Jules Avaya pulled up to the building where his wife worked and parked the car, waiting for her to come out. Fifteen minutes later, she still hadn't come out. Exasperated, he flipped out his phone and called her.

"Hello?" came the harried answer.

"Where are you?" he snapped.

"I'm coming out the doors right now!" she hissed, shouldering her bag and fumbling with some paperwork. "I've had a hell of a day, so don't even start with me."

Jules flipped his phone closed and waited for his wife to enter the car. "You ask me to pick you up, I expect your ass to be out here when you tell me to be," he told her.

Jamie snapped her head around and glared at her husband. "I told you not to start with me," she warned. "I don't want to listen to you gripe at me because I was a few minutes getting out to the car."

"What the hell is wrong with your car anyway?" he asked as he pulled out into traffic.

"I parked near a tow-away zone and they took it to the impound down the street," she explained. "Just take me by there and pay the fee and we'll get it out."

"Ramuh, Woman! How much is that going to cost me?" he asked as he switched lanes. "You're more expensive than that damn daughter of mine."

"Just remember, she's your daughter," Jamie snapped. "I had nothing to do with your spawn."

"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled. "Of course the child with no drive would be mine."

"Park here and let's get my car back," she said, pointing to a spot on the street. She held her hand out. "Give me your credit card."

Jules sighed and shook his head, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his wallet. "You know, I swear, sometimes I think the Lifestream would be better than this," he grumbled, shifting through the contents of his wallet.

Jamie snatched the card out of his hand and turned to open her door. She never completed the motion. One of the cranes at the construction site the lot over malfunctioned, dropping a 5 ton beam on top of the car, crushing both the occupants. After a safety inspection on the crane had been performed and deemed satisfactory, construction resumed. However, the crane's operator decided to resign. Didn't matter, however. It was the bald man's first day on a temporary job. The Temporary Urgent Request Kiosk Staffing firm would find him something better suited to him.

Rufus placed his arm around his young cousin comfortingly at the memorial service for her father and step-mother. The bodies had been too badly crushed for an open casket service, thus they had been cremated and their ashes scattered off the deck of a ShinRa airship. And now, the sixteen year old girl was chatting with her mother quietly, remembering some of the better times with the deceased.

Michelle caught Rufus' eye and silently thanked him. He nodded with a small smile for his aunt and excused himself, telling his young cousin to call if she needed anything. Tseng and Vincent met him at the exit and escorted him out to the waiting limo.

"Well done," Rufus said softly.

Vincent smirked and Tseng merely nodded. "Of course, Sir."

Mission Report: Classified

Turks Assigned: Classified

Status: Classified

Specialities: Classified

Target: Classified

Death By: Classified

Mission...Deleted.

Rufus smirked. This...never happened.

A/N: Hey, Rufus?

Rufus: Yes?

Me: I think I'm gonna start using you more. You're a real bad ass, you know that?

Rufus: I'll take that as a compliment.

Me: You should. It was meant as such. I might send you in undercover or something. Give Magni a chance to molest you.

Rufus (smirking): I think I would enjoy that.

Me: Yeah...you would. Assignment time for my Turks from the Bosslady: REVIEW!!! Any Turk who doesn't review gets toliet cleaning duty. PALMER'S toliet. Thing hasn't been cleaned since before his untimely passing. So I suggest you hit that little button.