Dread hung in the air, as Horrible Spine-chilling screams. Enough to terrorize anyone ring out through the breeze. A wicked but gruesome corpse was discovered of a woman laid in front of him. Her eyes left straight wide open. From the shock of her last moments of her life. But then the attention turned from her to another man.

His hair was a dark deep chestnut brown. With green serpent eyes, His face appears to have a scar that started on the middle of his forehead, which led down to his jaw bone. But other than that he was young and handsome; he knew he loved what he was doing even if it was wrong. But that made it fun, and great. To his standard of living, to him standard meant so little when it came to killing.

He loved every minute of it, from start to finish. If you ever had to kill someone why not enjoy it? The fear he could feel in his victims, to see the light draining from their eyes, to watch the body of the victim beginning to decompose.

Off to the side of him stood a man with black jet hair; instilled of gentle eyes they were replaced with deep cold blue eyes. He was in his twenties or appeared to be. "So the rumors are true, that you even slaughter women. Also children for a fair prize, I have a handsome prize for you. If you happen to hear me out. " asked a man with a sinister laugh that chilled even the most courageous soul.

"What makes you believe I do it for you? I don't always accept a job." reply the man with chestnut hair. The crashing of coins rings as it hits the ground. Going to grab it the man continued to stare at the man who decided to hire him. Looking inside the bags slightly, but carefully continue to keep in check. To make sure this guy wasn't going to try any funny business.

"I'm listening." said the man with chestnut hair,

"I heard about your skills and I wanted to hire you. I seek revenge on one you cannot refuse to offer. I will pay this first 100,000 Gil and the back payments include 3,000,000,000. Does that sound like a fair deal?" asked the man with jet black hair.

"Who is it you want me to kill ...?" Interrupting the man with chestnut hair the black jet haired man began to speak. "I don't want you to kill him; I want you to make him suffer like I have. Along with all the ones he loves and cares about. But he isn't to die until I give the word "do I make myself clear?" asked the man with jet Black hair. The chestnut haired man shook his head in response.

"From this day forward your target is named Tseng, the lead head of the Turks, of the Shinra electric power company." Said the man with jet black hair; handing him a picture of the supposed to be next on the line victim.

(Elena point of view,)

Blood soaked my sleeve, but nothing had changed. We were still under attack; the bullets were still flying and being fired throughout the air. From the looks of it we were still sitting ducks. But looking through the eyes of the enemy they had the upper hand. I turned my head slightly trying to peak over the stone step wall.

As another bullet when flying beside the wall nearly missing my head by a few inches. I closed my eyes and then reopened them. As I again began to notice that the firing came to a stop! Tseng was now ducking behind the train. Ready if push came to shove, but his breath was paced and claimed. As if there wasn't much to worry about.

But as he went to look down his face became a little puzzled. As if to say something was very wrong. My glance just couldn't break. As Tseng, eyes shot from puzzled to a slight smirk.

(Tseng point of view)

I looked down, as I went to pick up a bullet that had casing. An assassin gun, I thought to myself. As if puzzled by it. But not a single bullet had a marking of fingerprints on it dam-nit. Which meant this was a highly skilled assassin. Who wasn't taking any chances.

Maybe he didn't know me. For skills like these. He looked like he was using it for target practice. Toying with emotions as he played his game. Which could mean only one thing. He did it on purpose, he attacked as to warn that he would be back. This time even worse than before. For such great skills he would have been a great candidate for the Turks or Soldiers.

It was really a shame, he was working for the other side though. I thought as a smirk began to creep up on my face. My eyes shot in a different direction. Interesting, just interesting. I thought as I looked and observed the areas of which the bullets had flown.

"Elena?" I asked as I motioned for her to come here.

"Yes Boss," she responded.

"Take this bullet case, back to the lab. For analyzing."

"Why?" she replied back.

"That's for me to know and for you to find out." I replied to her question.

"Why do you suspect he may have had a target? Or someone he had intended to hurt? Asked Elena,

"I don't know, but how things were looking. This was no random attack." I went to reply back.

"So he did this on purpose? He wanted to hurt or kill someone." elena replied, almost shocked to hear it.

"But the question is why?" I asked as my eyes jarred to the right as Reno and Rude began to move towards my area.

(Elena point of view)

I stared down at the bullet, with wonder. Why? Why was this happening? I thought as I looked down at the wound that was now wrapped. It had been two weeks since the attack. But I was still recovering from the wound. From which the bullet had hit me.

I was given meds, and given light work until the wound was healed. As I continue to research the bullet.

"How is it coming?" asked Tseng to hide.

"The more I study this bullet the more I'm aware we are lucky to be alive Tseng. The more aware I become that we are all lucky to be alive." I swallowed as my heartbeat started to pick up fast.

Without thinking, my arms wrapped around Tseng. Pressing my face into his suit. What if next time we aren't so lucky. I thought as Tseng looked down at me. Not knowing what else to say. He stood there to comfort me, his arm wrapped around mine.

"There, Elena, we'll be ready for them next time. That I promised. Said Tseng as he contained his stance. But he looked straight. Oh my god it could have killed one of them. I thought as uncontrollable tears ran down my eyes, and to the sides of my cheeks. What did we get ourselves into now? I thought as my thoughts began to wander into dark places?

(Tseng point of view)

"We were lucky to be alive," she said as her eyes came to glance at mine.

Elena stood off to the side or me as. As I observed, the bullet lab paperwork. Going to reach for Elena paperwork, I then felt something on me. Breaths of air escaped me as I felt her arms begin to wrap around me.

Not knowing what else to say, I stood still. Waiting for the words to come all on their own. Then as unexpected I felt Elena's head buried into my chest. Into my suit which now was soaking with tears. I remained in my stance. With my eyes slightly looking at the door.

Not lowering my guard in case someone came in or if someone was watching us. I knew we went through a lot together. But that was a whole different story. One for another time.

Elena, we'll be ready for them next time. That I promised, I said in hopes to comfort Elena. As my hand went to her head, in attempts and hopes to stop her sobbing. My eyes rested on the doorway. As no other words were able to escape my mouth.