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Who: Rufus, Cloud, whoever feels like joining
Status: Open
When: 1:00
Where: Starts at Shin-Ra, goes elsewhere.
What: Without his Turks, Rufus has been forced to hire Cloud Strife.
Rufus Shinra swept out of the elevator, his secretary at his side and talking away to him in a quiet voice that made it difficult to pick out the specific words. It was a long practiced habit of hers, keeping spies from catching details but not showing any fear of being heard. Rufus nodded, his briefcase in hand and his attention seeming to be before him even as he answered the woman.
All that was missing was the usual Turk that preceeded him out of the elevator for safety incase there was an assassin waiting. That same Turk would have fallen into step just behind Rufus, watching that floors above them as well as the people moving through the hall. Rufus Shinra was well aware of how vunerable he was without that protection, hating every second of it. Even with his sawed off shotgun, Lucille, bumping lightly against his hip, he felt overexposed.
"Where is Cloud Strife?" he asked his secretary, shifting his briefcase to his other hand as he glanced around. Cold blue eyes and aristocratic features gave no sign of his discomfort, giving the illusion of boredom rather than anything else. "I am going to be late for my meeting at this rate."
And I hope he doesn't expect me to ride on that motorcycle of his, he mentally added to himself.
Status: Open
When: 1:00
Where: Starts at Shin-Ra, goes elsewhere.
What: Without his Turks, Rufus has been forced to hire Cloud Strife.
Rufus Shinra swept out of the elevator, his secretary at his side and talking away to him in a quiet voice that made it difficult to pick out the specific words. It was a long practiced habit of hers, keeping spies from catching details but not showing any fear of being heard. Rufus nodded, his briefcase in hand and his attention seeming to be before him even as he answered the woman.
All that was missing was the usual Turk that preceeded him out of the elevator for safety incase there was an assassin waiting. That same Turk would have fallen into step just behind Rufus, watching that floors above them as well as the people moving through the hall. Rufus Shinra was well aware of how vunerable he was without that protection, hating every second of it. Even with his sawed off shotgun, Lucille, bumping lightly against his hip, he felt overexposed.
"Where is Cloud Strife?" he asked his secretary, shifting his briefcase to his other hand as he glanced around. Cold blue eyes and aristocratic features gave no sign of his discomfort, giving the illusion of boredom rather than anything else. "I am going to be late for my meeting at this rate."
And I hope he doesn't expect me to ride on that motorcycle of his, he mentally added to himself.