A/N: Our next applicant is Sulcal. Good luck.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the bitchin' plot.

Tseng gestured for the new recruit to come into his office. "Close the door," he ordered, looking back down at his paperwork. The young man did as he was told and went to stand in front of his superior's desk. "You may sit."

The man bowed slightly before sitting. "Thank you, Tseng-sama," he said quietly.

Tseng looked up into the face of his newest Turk recruit, a fleeting feeling of homesickness coming over him at the sight of a fellow kinsman. "Welcome to ShinRa, Wei-san," he said, inclining his head slightly. "I have unfortunate news, however."

"That being, Sir?"

"I have no initiation mission for you," he replied. "All of our targets have been dealt with. I have no one left who needs to die."

"If I may, Sir," Wei offered, removing a picture from his inside jacket pocket and handing it to Tseng. "I have a target in mind."

Tseng took the picture. "Who is this?" he inquired.

"Jin-Fa Yao," Wei replied. "My uncle."

Tseng looked up at the young man. "Why would you want to kill your honorable uncle?" he asked.

Wei's face darkened. "He is not my honorable uncle," he seethed. "The bastard killed my mother in cold blood because she married a ShinRa SOLDIER and dared to have a half-breed child."

Tseng glared at the man's picture. "I'm sorry," he offered as a belated condolence. "When did this happen?"

"Seventeen years ago," he answered. "When I was nine. After it happened, my father was afraid that my uncle would try to kill me as well, so he took me and we moved to Midgar."

"You're father is still alive, then?"

"Yes."

"His name?"

"Rodger Willson."

Tseng arched an eyebrow. "I know that name," he said. "He defected from SOLDIER during the Wutai war."

"Because he fell in love with my mother and refused to have a part in the destruction of her homeland by the ShinRa," Wei replied, glaring at the older man.

Tseng did not show his unease. It was a known fact that he worked with ShinRa during the war with Wutai. Because of that fact, he was deemed a traitor in the eyes of his homeland and his kinsmen. "Good man," he said. "Yet now his son works for the same company."

"The family has come full-circle," Wei replied snidely. "My father's affliation with ShinRa is what caused this hatred from Jin-Fa. My affiliation will end it."

Tseng nodded, smirking slightly. "Where is your uncle now?" he asked.

"Wutai."

Tseng picked up the receiver of his phone and dialed a three digit extension. "I need a chopper," he explained into the receiver. "Is Reno available to pilot? Fine. Sage will be fine. I need it in fifteen minutes."

Hanging up he smiled calmly at Wei. "It appears we now have a target for you," he told him. Wei returned the smile with an equally sadistic one. Tseng stood. "I hope you do not object to me acting as your trainer."

Wei stood as well, bowing slightly. "I would count it an honor, Tseng-sama."

Jin-Fa Yao knelt at his table, his tea sitting before him. Breathing in deeply of the oolong leaves sifting in the boiling water, he began to pour the brew into his cup. A knock sounded sharply at his door, and he cast a disdainful eye at the interuption. Rising from his spot, he went to the door, opening it slightly.

"Uncle."

Jin-Fa stepped back and glared at his nephew. "Wei," he scoffed, opening the door wider and allowing the younger man to enter. "You have interrupted my tea."

Wei stepped aside, allowing Tseng to entire before him. "Uncle," he said. "My employer, Tseng-sama. Sir, my Uncle."

Jin-Fa narrowed his eyes at the Turk leader. "You dare bring this traitor into my home?" he asked folding his hands together. "Though it would figure that a half-breed with no honor would associate with a traitor of Wutai."

"This is not a social call, Uncle," Wei explained, pouring a cup of tea for Tseng and handing it to him with a bow. "I have come to settle matters with you. Regarding the death of my mother."

"Your mother fell from the cliffs of Da Chao, Boy," Jin-Fa told him. "You were naught but a child."

"And now I am a man," Wei told him, standing directly in front of his uncle. "And I have come to deal with the murderer of my mother."

Jin-Fa laughed. "You have come to seek vengeance on Da Chao, Wei-chan?" he mocked. "The mountain is far stronger than you will ever be."

"I have come for you, Uncle," Wei answered dryly. "I saw you, that day. I saw you push her from the cliffs of Da Chao. I saw you smile with anger and bitterness as her body slammed against the rocks on it's downward fall. Nine years old, and I saw you."

Jin-Fa smirked. "Lies," he snarled, though Tseng could see the fear hiding behind his eyes. "You speak of lies, Boy."

"No, Uncle," Wei countered. "It is you who speaks lies."

"Your mother dishonored our family," Jin-Fa snapped. "She married a ShinRa dog, a man who earned his paycheck killing our country. She deserved to die a traitor's death, justice served off the face of Da Chao."

"I will kill you for what you did to my mother, Uncle," Wei told him calmly. "One life for another. Honor will be restored."

"You have no honor, you half-breed mongrel," Jin-Fa exclained, snapping his arms out and lunging for his nephew.

Wei countered the older man's advances, drawing a blade from his jacket as he stepped away from the melee attack. The blade was inserted into his uncle's chest, in between his breast bone. Removing the penetrating end of the blade, Wei spun it in his hand, bringing the smaller side to Jin-Fa's wounded chest, inserting it into the stab wound. Jin-Fa stared at him in horror. Wei smiled sadistically as he let the razor sharp edge of the blade run through the flesh of his uncle's torso, unzipping him and allowing his organs to spill from his chest cavity and stomach.

"My mother is now avenged," Wei whispered into his dying uncle's ear, tossing the now lifeless body to the floor. Returning the blade to his shoulder sheath, Wei turned back to the tea service on the table. Picking up the already prepared cup, he sipped it. "Though, it is a pity that Uncle has returned to the Lifestream."

Tseng sipped his own cup of tea. "Why is that, Wei-san?" he asked.

Wei took another sip. "The bastard made some of the finest oolong tea I've ever had."

Mission Report: Target eliminated using special blade designed for game hunting; target was gutted alive.

Turk Assigned: Wei Yao

Status: Rookie

Speciality: Hand to hand martial arts and knives (most kinds)

Target: Jin-Fa Yao, Uncle to Wei Yao and Murderer of Wei's Mother

Death by: Gutting

Mission Successful

A/N: Bitchin'. My dad has that blade. I think it's called a Kentucky Zipper Knife, or something. Pretty wicked looking. Review and have some tea!