A/N: Mixing up the partners a bit. You know, everyone does have their own partner, but for special assignments and such, Turks will work with who the Bossman assigns them to, right Tseng-sama?
Tseng: Or else I kill them.
AT: I love you.
Tseng: Yes, I know.
Disclaimer: Plot is mine, insanity is mine, some OC's are mine...the rest belongs to Squeenix.
Anita Fitzgerald tapped her pen on her desk and looked up at her clock, sighing in frustration. Reaching for her cellphone, she hit the Send button and called her contact again.
"Hello?"
"Where are my packages?" she yelled into the receiver. "I expected them to arrive over an hour ago!"
"There were some complications," the person on the other end explained, continuing quickly when Anita drew in a deep breath for a vicious verbal assault. "But don't worry! We'll have it in there in a hour...tops. Hey! There's that new Wutain nail salon that opened up by your office. Go get one of their spa pedicures and by the time you're done, we'll be there. It'll relax you and kill some time so you don't call me bitchin' every five minutes. My treat, too."
Anita sighed and kicked off her shoes, looking down at her chipped toenail polish. "Fine," she hissed. "But those packages had better be here when I get back. I've paid top gil for those old ShinRa files. I need them to back up my expose of the continuing corruptness of the company."
"Yeah, yeah, blah, blah, whatever," was the response. "I'll call the salon and tell them you're coming in. It'll be taken care of and the stuff will be in your office when you get back, okay? Okay. Later."
Anita glared at the phone when the line was disconnected. "Insolent little over grown sperm," she mumbled. Slipping her shoes back on, she called down to the receptionist of the Midgar Daily Post, the oldest newspaper company still in business after Meteorfall. "Sandy, hold my calls. I'll be back in an hour."
The nail salon was one of those up in a day things. It was in a strip mall down the street from the Midgar Daily Post and had a long line of tables for manicures and spa chairs for pedicures. The bell chimed as Anita entered, a Wutain man with a mask over his face doing a manicure for a woman with blue hair and a Wutain boy about 13 or 14 sweeping up the floor. The boy looked up and smiled, then looked over his shoulder and said something in Wutain. The man looked up and removed his mask.
"You need manicure?" he asked with a heavy Wutain accent.
Anita shook her head. "A pedicure," she corrected. "I'm Anita Fitzgerald. Someone was supposed to call in for me."
"Okay, I get my friend," the man said with a quick nod. "She do pedicure. You pick color, she be out soon, okay?"
"Sure," Anita said as the man began to speak quickly in Wutain to the boy, who nodded and rushed to the back room.
The blue haired woman looked over and grinned at her. "I sure as hell don't know what they are saying, but they do awesome pedicures. I got one here yesterday and came back today for a manicure."
Anita examined the woman's toenails, amazed at the intricate designs on them. "That was done here?" she asked. The blue haired woman nodded. "I'm impressed."
"I'm Kailani, by the way," the blue haired woman said. "I'd shake your hand, but..."
Anita laughed. "No need," she said. "I'm Anita Fitzgerald."
"Oh, I've read your articles in the Midgar Daily Post!" Kailani exclaimed. "I'm dying to see what else you dig up on those ShinRa bastards. I can't believe they are trying to pass themselves off as a Planet loving company now. What hypocrites."
Anita beamed. "Thank you!" she said. "Check out the paper in about two days and you should see some really interesting information in there."
"Got some good dirt, huh?" Kailani asked.
"You have no clue," Anita replied.
A Wutain girl, about eighteen years old, came out of the back, followed by the boy. They were speaking rapidly in Wutain and the girl was carrying a basket of pedicure tools. "Okay, I do you pedicure," she said smiling at Anita. "You pick color?"
Anita surveyed the colors and designs displayed on the wall and pointed to a maroon and gold design. "That one will be good," she said, as she climbed into the chair. The Wutain girl nodded and began filling the basin of the chair with water and a mixture of exfoliating creams and moisturizers.
"That pretty color," the girl said. "Look good on you feet."
Anita smiled as she slid her feet into the warm water, sighing in contentment. She looked down at the silver streaked black hair of the Wutain girl and groaned as she began rubbing her tired feet.
"You wear too tall shoes," she told her as she rubbed her arches. "They hurt feet bad. No good."
"I agree, no good at all," Anita said, blissfully closing her eyes. "But this feels wonderful."
The girl smiled. "I glad you like," she said. "You tell friends. Tell them come in and see N.C."
"N.C.?" she asked. "That's not very Wutain."
"My name hard to say. N.C. easy, okay?" she pointed to the boy now gathering the colors needed for Anita's toes. "That Nate, my brother. And that Wei, a friend."
"Ah, a boyfriend?" Anita asked coyly.
N.C. giggled and blushed demurely. "No, no, family friend," she corrected. "I date musican."
"Oh, a musician?" Anita inquired. "Interesting. Anyone I know."
"Demyx, Organization XIII," she said, still giggling. "He one hot tamale!"
Anita and Kailani laughed at that. "I've seen him in concert," the blue haired woman said. "He is hot."
"She think she date him," Wei snorted, rolling his eyes as he filed his customer's fingernails. "Has posters up all in her room. Sad fangirl."
"I date him!" N.C. yelled. "He my boyfriend! I call now and prove it!"
Wei began shouting at her in Wutain and N.C. began shouting back, Nate looking back and forth between them nervously. N.C. grabbed the nail color from Nate and turned back to Anita's feet. "He stupid man, think I no date Demyx," she grumbled, smirking up at Anita. "He just jealous 'cause he bi and he want my hot tamale."
"I no jealous!"
"You so jealous, Wei-san!" N.C. giggled. "He mine. You no touch. Just looky, okay?"
Anita laughed as she watched N.C. apply the first color to her big toe. "You two fight like brother and sister," she commented.
"Ah, he no my brother. He just stupid friend of family, jealous man," she giggled. She held up Anita's foot and examined the toes. "So pretty! What you think?"
Anita had slumped over in her chair, her breathing stopped. "Okay, she's dead," N.C. gathering her supplies. Nate went to the door and turned the 'Open' sign to 'Closed' while Wei and Kai gathered what they needed.
"No prints?" Wei asked.
"Light it up," Kai smirked, taking out her lighter and throwing an acryllic soaked towel on Anita's body. She examined her nails. "Damn Wei! It's a good thing you're a Turk. You suck at manicures. I'm glad I got my pedicure at a real salon!"
Wei grinned as the four of them piled out of the back of the salon and into the waiting SUV. "Yeah, I know," he said, starting the vehicle up and driving away, just as distant fire engines could be heard. "Magni asked me to paint her toenails one time. Never again."
N.C. stared at him. "But...I thought Magni was dating Rufus," she commented.
"And you're dating Demyx," Wei said, changing the subject. "And I am so not jealous!"
N.C. grinned as she and Kai both replied, "Are so!"
Nate shook his head. "I should have got a different summer job."
Two days later, Kai plopped her feet up on the table in the break-room, flipping through the pages of the Midgar Daily Post. Just as Anita had said, she found something very interesting in it's pages.
An obituary for Senior Writer, Anita Fitzgerald.
Mission Report: Target eliminated using poison fingernail laquer. Poison was absorbed into the system and target expired.
Turks Assigned: Wei Yao, Kailani "Kai" Simmus, Nicole "N.C." Solendir
Assisted by Summer Intern: Nate Solendir
Status: Second Level Rookies
Specialities: Wei - Hand to hand martial arts and knives (most kinds); Kai - Hand to hand combat, computers and poison; N.C. - Sword fighting, martial arts, hacking, explosions, some firearms; Nate - Sweeping and object retrieval
Target: Anita Fitzgerald, Senior Writer for the Midgar Daily Post; had access to and was revealing incriminating ShinRa secrets
Death by: Poison
Mission Successful
Nate glared at the mission report his sister finished writing. "Why didn't you just say I was a freaking gopher?"
"Good idea!"
Revised Mission Report: Target eliminated using poison fingernail laquer. Poison was absorbed into the system and target expired.
Turks Assigned: Wei Yao, Kailani "Kai" Simmus, Nicole "N.C." Solendir
Assisted by Summer Intern: Nate Solendir
Status: Second Level Rookies
Specialities: Wei - Hand to hand martial arts and knives (most kinds); Kai - Hand to hand combat, computers and poison; N.C. - Sword fighting, martial arts, hacking, explosions, some firearms; Nate - Gopher
Target: Anita Fitzgerald, Senior Writer for the Midgar Daily Post; had access to and was revealing incriminating ShinRa secrets
Death by: Poison
Mission Successful
Another glare from Nate, this time directed at his sister. "I hate you," he grumbled.
N.C. laughed and kissed his forehead. "Love you, Bro. You did good."
Nate, against his wishes, smiled. "Thanks."
A/N: Summer vacation for the Turk Spawn! Which means, they get to hang out at the office sometimes. Nate, being the oldest, gets to go out on some missions. How fun! Reviews are loved! Thanks for reading!