I'm working in the shop a couple weeks after the video conference at Kafei's, and Midna comes walking in right before closing time. No, not walking. Sashaying. Wearing another tight fitted, almost see through black dress. I make myself busy, restocking the shelves, and cleaning the merchandise. Just...trying to look busy, and not suspicious that she's after my wife or anything.

"Impa, are you just acting busy so you seem less suspicious of me being out to get your wife?" she asks abruptly, and my head whips up from behind the counter where I was sweeping with a tiny hand broom. "If it gives you any security, I'm out to get everyone I possibly can who I find mildly attractive."

"I'm glad you're comfortable with yourself," I say, backing away. She slowly widens a grin. "Oh, gods. I'm not next, am I?"

"It would appear so, given I've cleared the rest of your staff, sans that brooding Romeo."

"Even Link?" I say, skeptically, "I've never met him, but he sounds like he wouldn't come near you with a 100 foot pole."

"Oh, the poor boy nearly passed out when I approached him. I didn't dare go any farther - it made me feel like a pedophile."

"You're making some pretty interesting disclosures in a gun shop," I deadpan, "And no, I'm not interested in bedding you. I have a wife."

She rolls her eyes, standing up straight. "Relax. Bieve it or not, I'm not here for that. No, your wife wanted us to have a chat."

I cross my arms, giving her a once-over. For once she seems...professional.

"Alright," I say, "What do you want to talk about? Guns? I could go on all night. We're a family owned business with enough clients to keep us running until retirement."

"Fascinating," she snarks. "I'm the former CEO of an international, multi-billion cycling industry. I handled the foreign affairs until I got bored and found more exciting things to do with my time. I'm also acquaintances with Ganon and know that the horrible things you know about him are just the tip of the iceburg, and that the legal system is stacked to fail should anyone try to pursue him within the system."

I pause while the information overload washes over my brain like a wave. I raise my eyebrows, "Oh, wow."

"But that's not all. I also happen to know that Ganon has been expecting a revolution against him, and has taken appropriate measures to prevent his downfall."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that this little project of yours is going to go on for a long while. I need to make sure that you are absolutely onboard."

I narrow my eyes, "Zelda didn't send you."

"No, she didn't. I'm just informing you of what I know will inevitably happen. And Zelda is committed; she's handed me most of the responsibility for this operation since I have the expertise she doesn't, and the lawyers, for that matter, yet she's still willing to oversee the online break-in." She leans forwards onto the counter, staring me down, " So where does that leave you? Running leg errands will only progress us so far. And while these," she gestures to the rack of shotguns behind my head, "are pretty, they cannot do the same destruction that, say, Zelda's tools can."

I lean forwards to meet her stare, and get an awful noseful of her perfume. "Are you questioning my loyalty? I stand by Zelda. Period. What I do outside of the operation is purely domestic. I do most of the cooking, cleaning - those things do take some precedence when Zelda spends most nights in front of a computer screen."

"hmmmm…" she hums, amusement playing at her lips. Her eyes glide towards a bar above the gun rack with a list of the shop's certifications, including my own. I slam my eyelids shut in anticipation of what she's going to point out. Goddamnit is this woman infuriating... "Expert markswoman; honor recruit to the Hylian Guard, yet you turned them down?"

"Trap shooting and hunting to feed your family is one thing. That's how I was raised. Going in and killing a living human being under the banner of nationalism in something else entirely. I don't believe in blind nationalism. And I don't believe in killing people."

"Shame," she says, and by leaving it like that I'm forced to believe she means both. Her tongue slides out from a corner of her mouth and she licks her lips, raking my body down with her eyes. "I could have used you." And suddenly I'm shaking and she's smirking.

"Get out…" I whisper, unable to find my voice. "We're closed. And don't even think about meeting with Zelda when I'm not around."

She slides away from the counter with a careless shrug. "Or what, Sheikah? Are you going to shoot me?"