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Who: Elena, Vincent, Yuffie
Status: Closed... ish..?
When: 11:30 PM
Where: Sector 5, outside / inside some nondescript cafe.
What: Vincent called in a favor from Tseng, and Elena jumped on the case. Cue a meeting between the two, but not without backup on Vincent's part. That's where a certain ninja comes in.
He'd managed to return to his apartment for a brief moment and change into his own clothes in between a final check upon Reeve and the set meeting Tseng had informed him of. A bit surprised at how quickly the TURK had indulged him with the possibility of gaining access to those files, but he had purposefully been vague enough to manage to pique a certain curiosity. Apparently, he hadn't lost all of his way with words - TURK mannerisms had never been completely lost on him. But even so, he wouldn't allow himself to be alone in this.
He had no time to repair his cloak, however, and no more leather bodysuits to dress him in his usual manner. He supposed it may of paid to be discrete, however, running a hand through his now shortened hair (some trim that had been, really). Jeans, his combat boots, a long sleeved shirt and his high collared leather coat - but not so discrete to forgo Cerberus. The three-barreled gun was tucked into a thigh holster, extra ammo tucked into belts wrapped around his other thigh, and he was leaving the apartment and using his cellphone to text a reminder to Yuffie of where to meet up.
In Sector 5, the corner a few streets down from the designated meeting spot between himself and Elena. It wasn't long for him to reach the area, looking about for the small Wutaian ninja.
Status: Closed... ish..?
When: 11:30 PM
Where: Sector 5, outside / inside some nondescript cafe.
What: Vincent called in a favor from Tseng, and Elena jumped on the case. Cue a meeting between the two, but not without backup on Vincent's part. That's where a certain ninja comes in.
He'd managed to return to his apartment for a brief moment and change into his own clothes in between a final check upon Reeve and the set meeting Tseng had informed him of. A bit surprised at how quickly the TURK had indulged him with the possibility of gaining access to those files, but he had purposefully been vague enough to manage to pique a certain curiosity. Apparently, he hadn't lost all of his way with words - TURK mannerisms had never been completely lost on him. But even so, he wouldn't allow himself to be alone in this.
He had no time to repair his cloak, however, and no more leather bodysuits to dress him in his usual manner. He supposed it may of paid to be discrete, however, running a hand through his now shortened hair (some trim that had been, really). Jeans, his combat boots, a long sleeved shirt and his high collared leather coat - but not so discrete to forgo Cerberus. The three-barreled gun was tucked into a thigh holster, extra ammo tucked into belts wrapped around his other thigh, and he was leaving the apartment and using his cellphone to text a reminder to Yuffie of where to meet up.
In Sector 5, the corner a few streets down from the designated meeting spot between himself and Elena. It wasn't long for him to reach the area, looking about for the small Wutaian ninja.