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

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the bitchin' plot.

Hydiff studied the woman carefully. She studied him back, her dark green eyes peering out behind her jet black hair.

"Look, I'm the one you're stuck with, all right?" she said, flicking a strand of hair behind her ear. "The company called me and said I had an assignment today. If you're disappointed, call the staffing firm and complain. They assign us based on experience."

"You have experience dealing jewelry?" he asked skeptically. She nodded. He reached under the counter and produced a black velvet box. He revealed its contents, four diamond like stones, each identical in cut, but substantially different. "Prove it."

The woman stared at the clear jewels. She pointed to the first one. "That's a cubic zirconia," she huffed. "It's one of the nicer ones, but still, CZ."

"Go on."

She pointed to the second one. "This is a low quality diamond, harvested somewhere in the Mythril Mines, I'd guess," she said, leaning over and peering at it more closely. "I can count at least 17 defects in that one and that's without an monocule."

"Continue."

Pointing to the third, she grinned. "There's the real diamond," she said. "Perfect clarity. That one has to be from the Forgotten City. Even though it's slightly dirty and has a fingerprint on it, you can tell that's one the highest quality diamonds out there."

"And the last one?"

"White sapphire," she answered instantly. "Very rare, very unique. Beautiful in it's own right, but still, not a diamond."

Hydiff nodded his head. "You can stay," he said, closing the black velvet box and putting it away. "I need you to mind the store. I have some business to attend to with some clients in my office."

"Sure thing, Boss."

The thriteen year olds sold the shit. They could get the younger kids hooked faster than anyone else since younger kids always looked up to the older ones. They would steal from their parents or grandparents, aunts or uncles, or just strangers in the street. Anything to get the gil to get the 'Diamond Dust'. The name had been given to the cocaine by the older kids; something about being named after a goddess' attack making it seem that much cooler.

Hydiff didn't care what they called the shit, so long as it got sold. That, and the hard liquor he provided them. The dealers couldn't get it anywhere besides him, so he had a good mark up on the merchandise. He bought it wholesale and jacked the price up 75 percent. He didn't know how the kids kept getting the money to pay him, but they did. And that was fine with him.

The dealers sold the stuff to the kids still living in Old Midgar. The ones who were the slum rats of the slum rats. Hydiff was ensuring that the next generation of druggies, whores and criminals were properly drunk and doped up.

"All right," he said, counting out his gil. "I'll have another delivery for you in three days. It'll be twice this much."

"How do you expect us to keep selling this shit if you keep jacking the price?" one of the kids asked.

"Because the more hooked those little slum bastards get, the more they're willing to pay!" Hydiff snarled. "Ifrit, how do you kids expect to get anywhere if you don't think smart?"

"Whatever," she said, rolling her eyes. "C'mon, Nate. Let's go."

"Be back in three days!" Hydiff called after them.

The kids snuck out the window into the alley beside the jewelry store, heading back toward the slums. Eyes watched them as they left.

Hydiff jumped when a knock sounded at his office door. "What?" he snapped.

"Hey Boss, I got a customer who's got a question about the steel of one of your decorative Wutain throwing knives," his new employee called. "I don't field steel questions, you know?"

"Fine," Hydiff said, pushing away from his desk and rising to his feet. He opened the door and screamed in pain as the throwing knife in question hit him in the crotch. Before he even realized what was happening, his employee rushed forward and removed the knife, shredding the fabric of his pants and fulling removing his manhood, tossing it over her shoulder with a sadistic grin.

"I never did care for dick," she whispered into his breath. "Nor do I care for people who try to poison kids with drugs and alcohol."

Hydiff's voice was lost as the throwing knife was plunged into his throat, severing his vocal cords. His attacker produced another weapon, this one a boxopener. "Now, let's get rid of your other head."

Hydiff's world when black.

"Whoa, Kiddies," a suave voice said, halting the young dealers. "Whatcha got in the bags, hmm?"

Rude stepped out next to Reno as they took the kids into custody. "Looks like we found 'em, Reno," he said.

"Yep," Reno said, looking from the boy to the girl. "How old are you kids?"

The girl stepped forward. "He's thirteen, but I'm eighteen," she said. "Let him go. He's just a kid. I'll take the heat for this."

Rude arched an eyebrow. "Loyalty," he said.

Reno nodded. "You got a name, Kid?" he asked.

"Name's N.C.," she said, moving to stand between the Turks and her little brother. "Let him go."

"No can do," Reno said, shaking his head. "We gotta get you and this shit off the street. Sorry, Babe. But you both are coming with us."

"Damn!" Elena said, stepping into the office. "Nina, you fuckin'...holy shit is that his dick?!"

Nina grinned. "Yep," she said, cleaning off the throwing knife and sticking it back into her boot. "Never did understand what the big deal about them was."

"Gotta get the ones that know how to use them, is all," the once again blond said, kicking the decapitated head with the toe of her boot. "Otherwise, it just sucks."

"Been there, tried that," Nina said. "Didn't work for me. So, instead of dating guys, I go and try to score chicks with them."

Elena giggled. "I'll bet you get all the hot ones," she said.

"Oh hell yeah."

"Oh, fuck...Reno's gonna love you!"

Mission Report: Target eliminated by first castration and then decapitation; first head removed with throwing knife; second, with boxopener

Turk Assigned: Ninaula "Nina" Opcato

Status: Rookie

Speciality: Throwing knives, whips, toxic plants, jewels

Target: Jiluno Hydiff; Drug and Alcohol Dealer Targeting Minors

Death by: Decapitation

Mission Successful

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated. I've had a sick baby. She's better now though. (Turks collectively: HOORAY!!) So, welcome to Nina!

Reno: Whoa! Wait a second!

Me: Yes, ReRe-chan?

Reno: Don't call me that...first you hire a married chick...

Me: Yep.

Reno: Then a lesbian chick? What the fuck? Are you just not WANTING me to get laid ever again?

Akalara: HEY!

Niki-chan: RENO!!!

Brit (making out with Torr): mmmpffh mpppfhhf

Me: Translation...Go fuck yourself, Reno.

Niki-chan: Why does Brit get to make out with Torr?

Akalara: Yeah...where's Sushi Boy?

Niki-chan: (pouting) Torr, out; Revan, out; Randak, married; Joel, into Kandi; Rude, inside Kandi; Sage, with Ram; Vincent, with Katrina; Wei, too honorable...I'm running out of guys to fuck.

Reno: You still got me.

Niki-chan: Really?

Reno: Come, Niki-chan...let's go fuck.

Niki-chan: SQUEE!

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