Cid pulled up in front of a gray door. "End of the line. Get out of my car."
"Its not yours, Cid," Lyria reminded him.
"It is for tonight. Now out."
"Touchy this evening, arent we?" Lyria assumed a superior look. "Very well then, driver, well be off for the night do try not to get too terribly drunk."
Vincent half smiled as Cid scowled and stuck his tongue out at Lyria.
"Hmph. No tip for you." Lyria took Vincents arm and the couple entered the doors.
"Good evening," A red uniformed guard politely greeted them. "May I see your invitations?"
"Here." Lyria handed the man two gold embossed cards and smiled whimsically. "My husband and I are just dying to join the festivities "
"This seems to be in order Enjoy the evening." The guard stepped aside as the elevator door opened.
"Husband?" Vincent asked as the elevator doors slid shut and the digital numbers on the screen began to climb.
"Whats wrong with that?"
"I didnt think "
"No, you obviously didnt. What did you think we were going to be? Brother and sister? Not on your life, it was either married or engaged except I dont have a ring "
"Youre wearing gloves."
"What about you?"
"Wedding rings are customarily worn on the left hand, correct?" Vincent held up the metal claw. "Where would I put it?"
"Oh, all right but were still married."
"Fine."
"What about names? I think mine is ok, but wont people recognize yours?"
"Maybe. Its been a long time."
"We should think of something different."
"Like what?"
"How about Dawson? After my father."
"If you want."
"Come on, you have to give me input one way or the other "
"Fine. Its a good name."
"So Dawson and Lyria Kindred?"
"Yes."
"Ok, good."
There was a soft chime and the elevator doors opened into a brightly lit ballroom. Lyria and Vincent stepped out, Lyria still resting a hand lightly on Vincents arm.
"It wasnt like this when I worked here " Vincent murmured.
"No? Does that mean the rest of the building is different too?"
"Probably not they may even have just redone this floor for tonight "
"Sorry. Im nervous "
"Dont be. Nothing will go wrong. Well slip away to one of the lower floors after asking around a bit about where Hojos records would be "
"You seem so confident " Lyrias tone was almost envious.
"I know what were supposed to be doing and I used to work here."
"So shall we go mingle?"
"I guess."
"I want to meet people who are Turks like you were."
"Anyone in a blue suit is a Turk "
"There arent all that many of them are there?" Lyria glanced around the large room, spotting only a handful of ShinRas special forces.
"It wasnt always like this there used to be far more "
"Well Id like to meet one of them "
"Why?"
"Maybe itll help me understand you better."
"I doubt it."
"I think itll help." Lyria pulled Vincent over to a large buffet along the wall where two blue suited men were standing. One was tall, well built, and bald with dark glasses and the other had flaming red hair and a rather rumpled appearance, as though hed slept in his clothes.
"Lyria, this probably isnt the best idea "
"Why not?"
"Because " Vincent trailed off and looked hard at the two men. It was impossible
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"I can't believe it. I never expected you to be promoted to Second Class. My congratulations, Vincent."
"...Thank you, Professor."
"Quite welcome. It's just that... How did you do it? When it
comes to diplomatics, your only real talent is stopping the conversation.
As quiet as you are, it almost seems that people can feel you coming up behind
them. No matter how undercover you go, people stay away from you. Mind you,
I've never seen such a good shot with any firearm; but..."
"I suppose they saw what the new recruits looked like, and
decided to show them who was on top of the mountain."
"Indeed. Two of them show a great deal of potential though.
Er... A Charles Reno, and a Rutford Kevins."
"Theyre the ones I was talking about. If Mister Reno
wasn't so good with his mouth, that open shirt and busted up jacket would
have kicked him out already. And the other one... He has the personality
of a brick. Talks about as much as one, too."
"Indeed. But he hits as hard as one, or so the trainers
say."
"True. I called him Rutford, and he was about an inch away
from giving me a black eye in a second. He refuses to answer to anything
but Rude. Fitting nickname, I say."
"Hmm. Quite right, Mister Valentine. Now, I want to ask you
a favour."
"..."
"Volunteer yourself with those two, and go out for a bit. I
have a target, which will be a great help for our research. Would you be
so kind as to help us get it?"
"Why not?"
"Excellent. Join me in my office, and I'll show you the pictures.
Her name's Ifalna."
"I'm right behind you, Professor Gast."
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Planetary Year- 1904 --- 7/6 60° N, 30° W, somewhere above
the Gaea Mountain Range
"So... Let me get this straight. You drag our rumps halfway
across the world, to the coldest goddamn point on the Planet, to capture
a girl who Gast wants to use as a guinea pig?"
"..." Vincent said nothing. How many times did he have
to tell them?
"..."
Rude's silence made Reno even more uncomfortable than Vincent's
did. He shrugged. "Okay, okay. Just making sure. Don't want to screw up my
first field mission, that's all."
The helicopter zoomed over oceans and wastelands, through freezing
winds and small blizzards. Reno and Rude shivered in their suits. Vincent
calmly removed his midnight blue cape from his pack, and threw it around
his shoulders.
"Why do you wear that? It can't make you that warm. It just
makes you look like a freak." Reno said.
Even through the rookie's sunglasses, Vincent could feel Rude's
embarrassment at his partner's brashness.
Vincent lifted one eyebrow, and drew his gun from its holster.
He pulled the corner of his cape around the barrel, and pointed the gun at
Reno through the cape. He pulled the trigger. Reno flinched. The bullet
harmlessly bounced off of the cape, onto the floor.
"If it can hold a bullet, shouldn't it be able to hold the
wind and snow?"
Reno gulped, and nodded.
Vincent said nothing for the rest of the flight to the Icicle
Inn.
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Planetary Year- 1904 --- 7/6 Icicle Inn, Gaea
Mountains
The snow burst up in giant clouds as the chopper slowly lowered
itself to the ground. Three midnight blue clad gentlemen stepped out of the
chopper. The tallest one, with wild, black hair, said something to the pilot.
The chopper returned to the sky, and flew southward, towards the wastes beyond
the town. The men split up, and began walking from home to home. A woman
stepped out of her cabin, and waved to the tall one. "Over
here!"
Vincent saw the women, with long brown hair. It was her! He
whistled sharply, signalling to his fellows, and began to walk towards his
target.
"I am Ifalna," she said. "I will not go with
you."
Vincent balked in surprise and anger, and was about to argue
with the woman.
"But," The woman held up her hand, to keep him from
arguing, "I will allow Professor Gast to come here. If he wishes, I
will allow him to set up his lab here, in my home."
Vincent was surprised. How had she known? He paused.
"..." Finally, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out his PHS. (Personal
Handheld -communication- System)
"Gast? It's Vincent. We have a proposition. How would you like
to take a little vacation?"
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"Because what?" Lyria asked.
"Im not sure I dont know why I didnt see it sooner I think I might know the both of them "
"From where?"
"They gave us a lot of trouble recently two years ago, I mean. I didnt pay much attention to either of them, probably because I didnt care at the time but they seem awfully familiar "
"From where? Did you know them when you were a Turk?"
"It feels like it."
"But that would mean theyd both have to be at least in their fifties the red head doesnt look much older than you, maybe even younger "
"I know "
"Odd oh well. Cant let a mere coincidence stop me " Lyria slipped away and walked up to the pair of men. She picked up a plate and reached between them for a slice of fruit that was sitting on one of the platters on the table. "Excuse me "
"Any time, gorgeous. I must say, the view is nicer with you in front of me instead of Rude." The red haired man grinned mischievously. "Names Reno. I know a charming little broom closet on the floor just above this one wanna come get to know me better?"
Lyria looked coolly at the Turk. "Id have to ask my husband first "
"Oh, dammit. Husband, eh? And I take it you arent one of the delightfully sinful vixens who sees a husband as a mere misunderstanding, to be overlooked when he gets old and boring?"
"Sorry, no."
"Well, I tried whos your husband? Maybe I know him "
"Ah I dont think so were from out of town Dawson my husband, Dawson Kindred and I. Im Lyria, by the way."
"Pretty name for a pretty lady. This is Rude." Reno pointed over Lyrias shoulder at the man in sunglasses. "He doesnt talk too much."
"Pleasure to meet you, Rude rather an odd name, though, isnt it?" Lyria held out a velvet-gloved hand. The grip she was met with was surprisingly firm, even though she could tell he was trying to hold her hand lightly.
Rude didnt answer, but Reno interjected. "His real names " Reno was cut off as Rude covered his face with a large hand. Reno struggled for a moment and banged a Rudes forearm with a fist. Rude held on for a little longer, and then released Reno who choked and gasped for air.
"That isnt very healthy " Lyria admonished.
"Heh. Its ok. If Rude doesnt kill me, itll be drinking, smoking, or a bullet somewhere personally, I think Id prefer Rudes methods. Id rather have a friend kill me than someone I dont know."
"Thats an odd attitude "
"I suppose. Just a different way of looking at things really "
"Lyria? Whyd you wander off?" Reno glanced up as a tall man with black hair came up and casually wrapped an arm around Lyrias slender shoulders. "Who are these two?"
"Sorry, darling, I just wanted a bit of something to eat this is Reno," Lyria pointed to the red head. "And this is Rude."
"Charmed, Im sure."
"Nice to meet you too, Stretch," Reno grinned.
"Hey Reno! Whore you talkin to?" A young blonde woman in a navy blue suit pushed her way through the crowd over to where Reno and Rude were standing.
"Just some people." Reno shrugged. "You talk too much, so we didnt mention you "
"Reno! That wasnt nice! Im Elena." The blonde Turk gave a little wave and smiled at Lyria. "Whats your name?"
"Lyria Kindred, and this is my husband, Dawson."
"Oh. So wherere you from?"
"Kalm," Lyria answered, glancing at Vincent.
"Never been there. Whats it like?"
"Youve never been? I thought the Turks were better traveled "
"Turks are. Elena isnt." Reno gave Elena a playful shove.
"What do you mean by that Reno? Im as much a Turk as you are!"
"Ive been a Turk longer than you."
"Not much longer."
Reno ignored Elena and instead looked past her at a fat man who was waddling his way over to the small group. "Oh damn watch it Elena, here comes Corneo you watch yourself too, Lyria "
"Hello, ladies " Don Corneo sidled up to Elena and gave her a lecherous grin. "How you doin sweetie?"
"Leave me alone " Elena said, hiding behind Rude.
"Not in a playful mood, kitten? Well, what about you?" Corneo turned to Lyria. "Youre a lovely creature wanna have some fun?"
"Touch me and Ill kill you."
"A delicate little thing like you?" Corneo laughed.
Vincent reached out his left hand and closed it firmly around the collar of Corneos shirt. "You think she might be able to kill you. You know I can."
"In a room full of people like this?" Corneo laughed again.
Vincent slipped his gun out of its holster and pressed the muzzle against Corneos forehead. "Yes. In a room full of people like this."
"You wouldnt " Sweat beaded on Corneos forehead and trickled down onto the barrel of the handgun. "Not not in a room full of people. Im a respected citizen "
"Are you really? Do you see one person here who would care if I shot you between the eyes?"
"But thats murder "
"I say it was in self defense. You three saw it, right? He attacked me."
"Yup. Plain as day. Dont know what came over you Corneo, jealousy of Lyria maybe?" Reno said, shaking his head in mock disapproval.
Rude nodded his agreement and Elena smiled wickedly.
"Now, leave my wife alone and if you come back you can pretty much expect a bullet in the forehead."
Corneo stumbled off, trembling like a very fat leaf.
Reno laughed. "I like your style, Dawson. Reminds me of our old boss. Youd make a good Turk."
"Im sure joining the Turks shooting people for fun and profit "
Reno laughed again, Elena giggled and even Rude smiled slightly.
"Stop joking, Dawson. Would he really?" Lyria asked.
"Sure. We need more recruits lately, since our forces started getting whittled down."
"How so?"
"Well, after the Wutai war we were pretty well half what wed been, and a lot of Turks have been switching to SOLDIER now that ShinRas got pretty much exclusive control of business and industry. We just sorta dwindled down until we were only used as special forces in raids and spy jobs and the like "
"Wasnt that what only the Elite members of the Turks were capable of?"
"Thats the thing; the only members left were the Elite. Once in a while a recruit with potential comes along, like Elena, and we get a new member, but other than that, its pretty sparse. We arent even needed any more well were needed, but not used."
"Why not?"
"Because of the tub of lard thats become the head of a once proud and dignified corporation," Rude finally spoke.
"Palmer," Vincent guessed.
"Right. He sits in his office all day; afraid to leave President ShinRa was the best this company ever had. Even Rufus was better than this. He was an arrogant little bastard, but he was damn intelligent and he took action. When the Promised Land was mentioned, Rufus went looking for it, when Sephiroth got to be a problem, we were sent after him, when Weapon rose outta the ocean and was gonna level Midgar, Rufus fired Sister Ray at it."
"So youre saying that without a leader wholl take decisive action, theres no heart left in this company?"
"Thats about it."
"What about Reeve?"
"No one ever really thought about him. Hes kept his job, but only because Palmers too timid to have him removed. Even if he did, a fair number of ShinRa workers support what Reeve did. Whether we understood why or not, Reeve stood against a company that he knew was massively powerful because he knew what was going on wasnt right. I dont know whether the Hierarchy was blinded by power or just corrupt, or what but they all ran themselves into the ground except Reeve and Palmer. In reality, I guess Reeve came out on top, but because therere a couple extra zeros on the end of Palmers paycheck he took the lead."
Elena and Lyria had long since fallen out of the discussion of politics and ethics and were conversing about Lyrias shoes and gown. Suddenly Lyria gave a little cry of delight and clapped her hands. "Oh Dawson! Theyre starting the music can we go dance?"
"Lyria, were talking "
"Oh please? You said we could " Lyrias big green eyes pleaded shamelessly, despite her blatant lying.
"I dont know how."
"Thats ok well start slow " Lyria grabbed Vincents hand and tugged him towards the dance floor.
"All right nice talking to you "
"Likewise."
Rude just nodded as Vincent and Lyria made their way through the crowd to the center space that had been cleared for dancing.
"Now what?"
"Its simple." Lyria slipped her arms around Vincents neck and pulled closer. "I hold you, you hold me. And thats about it."
"Sounds too easy."
"It is."
"Easy is never good."
"Are you saying this isnt good?"
"Well no I guess not "
"I think its a good thing."
"Its not why were supposed to be here."
"Well do what were supposed to after this Im happy right now. I was really scared coming here but I feel safe now. Even if I know youre just pretending and you cant really feel the same way I do, I feel like no ones going to hurt me."
"Why?"
"I dont know because Im close to someone I care about but I already told you all this anything I add will be pointless I do love you though."
Vincent didnt answer and Lyria sighed, laying her head on his shoulder and wishing he would at least show some emotion.
"We have to go."
"I dont want to "
"We cant stay."
"Why not? Please, even if you dont feel the same way I do, let me have a few more moments, so I can at least pretend you love me back."
"Im sorry."
Lyria sighed again. "No, you arent. You say it, but you dont mean it."
"We have to go."
Lyria nearly burst into tears as he moved away, but shook her head and hurried after him, grabbing his hand to at least maintain some semblance of their disguise as a married couple. She felt like she was holding him back, more than he was bringing her along. "Doesnt he care about me at all?"
"Come on." Vincent opened a door on the far wall, near the elevators and away from the crowd of couples in the middle of the floor.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" A man in a dark suit stepped up to the podium at the head of the room. "May I present, the President of ShinRa, Thaddeus Palmer!"
All eyes in the room turned to an enormously fat man in a mustard yellow tuxedo. Palmer was pale and sweating under the bright lights as he climbed onto the small stage and stood before the podium. "G-good evening, my good friends!" Palmer wiped his forehead with the back of his sleeve. "It is with g-great pl-pleasure that I welcome our guest of honor for this evening, the new head of ShinRas Science Department we welcome a man who has worked long and hard for his goals "
"A man of his size is sure to have cardiac problems " Lyria commented, glancing at Vincent. A moment ago he had seemed relaxed and calm, but now his eyes were suddenly intent on the President. "Whats wrong?"
"Im not sure I have a bad feeling, lets get out of here " Vincent slipped an arm around Lyrias waist and the couple made their way towards the staircase. "Well take the stairs to the floor above, the library. Hojos records might be there "
"S-so now, without any further ado, I present Dr. Gabriel Lewis!" Palmers final words echoed in Lyrias head above the polite applauding of the audience.