[RL with Zechs]

[ddd_zack]

The evil fog was nothing but a memory for the people of Edge. at the moment, that was both a blessing and a curse, because the sun beating down was warm despite the fact that it was winter. Especially for the men labouring on the buildings, working to create more and better shelters for the people of the city.

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[thricedeadwind]

It was the last thing Zechs would have expected. He hadn't been paying attention to the people in the lot across the way beyond a vague, ever-present level of vigilance which perhaps bordered on paranoia. This section of Midgar was indeed very vocal in their dislike of the ShinRa company, and beyond that, Zechs was merely careful. None were pointing weapons in his way, or appeared to be watching him beyond that vague dislike. He wasn't expecting one of them to greet him.

The Turk had just finished delivering a message - in more ways than one - to one of the business representatives in the area. The man was a fool and spluttered incoherently, but he managed to get his point across. The imbecile wouldn't obstruct Rufus' plans in that sector with false rumors any longer. It was pointless for Zechs to wonder why he was given such a easy, though perhaps not trivial, task. Tseng must still believe him physically compromised after the Shadow incident. The idea didn't please him in the slightest, but the setback had to be temporary.

Zechs turned his head towards the waving man, clearly confused and surprised - though not displeased, necessarily. It was clear, however, he didn't have the slightest idea why he was being waved at. Even if he did recognize the man. He stopped on the sidewalk across the street, pondering what to do.