And how well they did exactly what they were told. Slipping into the back of Sunde, Shu was utterly silent, the whites of his eyes all that caught the cool moonlight from the outside before he fell completely into the gloom. He wet his lips when he saw the lights on beyond and far out of reach, heard the soft sound of spoken, familiar voices. It earned a glance back at Elena, one of those strange, sure looks that often came with a mutual revelation.
And then he opened the sliding panel, right where Schuldig promised it would be, and began to ascend.
What this was all about, they didn't know; they'd not been informed of rhyme or reason, only an instruction to be there - and whatever the purpose, Schuldig had yet to lead them astray where it came to information gathering.
Unfortunately, however, he had his own suspicions about what this might entail - small, elaborate little fears that curled tight in the pit of his stomach. It was all that made sense, in a way. The secrecy, Schuldig's fear of how Elena might react...
But it wasn't something he would give voice to. Not just yet.
He crawled silently onto the platform, soft shoes giving the barest sigh as he moved to stand. A perfect view from the rafters, and here he could see Schuldig, could see Brad and hear their voices with perfect clarity.
An offer. A chill crept down his spine, his throat dry.
Elena followed along behind Shu, silent as he had asked her to be. While Shu was getting ideas, she was still lost; all he had said to her was to grab her coat and that there was something Schuldig had wanted her to see. A little worrisome, but something she felt wasn't too out of the ordinary.
At least, not until she was climbing what felt like rafters in the damn club. Talk about a birdseye view, though.
She breathed quietly as she sat down, her legs curled under her so her feet didn't dangle. At least the acoustics in this place were decent; she could hear everything from over here.
Well now, like with any good reconnaissance mission, it was time to sit back and wait.
From above Sunde looked different than usual. There were two small white 'x' marks on the floor, most likely done in a chalk. A huge cement block was tied in the rafters, making one wonder how the hell the members of Schwarz got it up there and why it was simply hanging there. Ropes were strung through the rafters at various places, leading down eventually to one just in front of the stage that seemed to serve no real purpose. One end of it was in a loop about two feet wide. Another stretched along the floor midway through the floor, just laying there. Strange, but Schwarz never had been the most sane of people.
Brad checked his little notebook again, leaving it open on the table as he stood up. He walked to the nearest white 'x' and stood on it. "Make sure he doesn't touch you. We don't know for sure how that disease of his jumps, and with you carrying the strategist's child, I would prefer not to see its effects on the unborn," Brad said.
"Ja, ja. You worry too much, Oracle," Schuldig muttered as he pushed himself to his feet as well. With a lazy flick, he turned on the small sound system Sunde had, Smash Mouth's 'I'm a Believer' coming through. He took his place on the second 'x'.
Then everything went to hell in a handbasket.
Schuldig and Brad seemed to both be waiting for something, just standing there. The next moment the front door of Sunde banged open and a rush of wind came through.
Brad nodded. Both of them dove to the floor and pulled on the rope nearest them, snapping it taut. The rush of wind and blur of black slowed down phenomenally quick all of a sudden. Schuldig dropped his end of the rope, guns in hand the next second and firing at Wesker rapidly. In the enclosed space of Sunde, each shot sounded like a thunderclap.
Wesker was stunned. Albert Wesker had tripped. Of all the stupid tricks, he had tripped on a rope. Then the air was full of bullets and the noise alone was enough to deafen him. Trying to wriggle backwards, he fell backwards. The cool and calm plans he had laid down of dealing with these two had been blown away. All he knew was that it sounded like war had broken out, and he was the target. He never even noticed the loop of rope on the floor until his leg was in it.
While Schuldig was firing on Wesker, the telepath walking towards him as he did, Brad had merely aimed up at the ceiling at something. His lips moved silently, counting shots. When he reached 'nine', Brad pulled the trigger on his gun. One of that maze of ropes in the rafters blew apart, a whrrrrl sound heard as the cement block began to drop at an amazing speed.
Wesker found himself snatched upwards, feeling like his leg had been dislocated in the process. The entire structure of Sunde shuddered when the cement block hit, bouncing Schuldig and Brad a little. Wesker himself was left hanging upside down in an old-fashioned rabbit trap.
When faced with the technological failings of Purgatorium, Schwarz had improvised.
"Mr Wesker, I presume," Brad asked, raising his own gun.
Albert Wesker found himself staring down the barrel of Crawford's gun while Schuldig reloaded at a speed only one used to weapons attained. Soon enough, it was three barrels. Both assassins kept back enough that Wesker couldn't grab them with his flailing arms, but that they could shoot out his eyes if necessary. After hearing the stories, the men of Schwarz had decided eyes and throat were probably the best bets for damage.
"Let me down, now," Wesker snarled, his sunglasses falling away and leaving those hellish eyes blazing.
"I think not. For now, I prefer you there. I believe you have a proposition for us?" Crawford replied, his weapon never wavering.
Wesker growled at them like a dog, stuck for the time being. Granted, he could have reached up and torn the rope from his leg, but then Schwarz would open fire. Enough bullets would split his head open like an overripe melon. He knew a stalemate when he saw one. "Impressive showing of your power, Mr Crawford."
Crawford made no reply. If Shu or Elena could read his open notebook from their place, writing in Crawford's painfully neat handwriting was the exact words of the song that had been playing when the door flew open along with various notes on what would happen in situation A if thing B was done. Brad Crawford tended to play the future like a horserace, constantly trying to gain some control by making certain conditions happen for the outcome he wanted.
"Your proposition, Mr Wesker," was all Crawford said. A few feet from him, Schuldig kept his guns aimed at the man's head.
Shu'd understood the purpose of that concrete block immediately; a classic trick, familiar and old as time itself, and it further served to intrigue him. The rope snaking across the floor, though... seemed far too obvious to work, and it was frankly a little surprising to him that they let all of their preparation hang on something so very plain to see.
It seemed he was at least correct about one part. There wasn't the barest flinch of surprise when Wesker came walking through the door, casual as could be. The only mark of shock was the reaction, the sudden flare of chaos and bullets, the man darting to protect himself and falling into the trap absolutely blinded. Shu gripped tight onto the rafters as the concrete fell, the entire structure shaking heavily from the impact.
... He was going to need to financially factor that in, wasn't he?
But there Wesker swung, plainly checkmated, worth the damage. Schwarz had complete power over him, could shoot him, take him in at any time if they wished...
So if they'd caught him, why were they still talking?
'Proposition'? Shu's eyes narrowed. So this was what it was all about. Wesker had taken an offer to them, and Shu wondered if it had anything to do with Schuldig leaving the company. Was it a result of his exit, or what it perhaps the cause of it?
He reached across, resting a hand on Elena's to ensure she was alright, uncertain of the sort of reaction Wesker's presence or the dialogue exchanged might earn from her.
Elena's eyes narrowed, but she remained where she was. The urge to fly off the handle and put one in Wesker's head herself was immediate, intense, and even her muscles has tightened as if she was going to leap from the platform herself and go charging on down.
But, with sheer force of will, she remained seated. If Shu, who had been wronged worse of all, or Schuldig, loved one of the wronged, could behave, so could she. It was only fair, and they were counting on her, an act that made her feel included, wanted, and proud to be let into this little boys club.
She turned her hand, moving to link fingers with his, tangling them together. Her eyes watched them below, switching from all the major players of this game. Proposition. Interesting, whatever it might be.
"It would be easier were I on my feet and facing you," Wesker commented, getting himself under control forcefully. It was hard to look dignified when one was swinging in the air, suspending by one leg. If being this way was causing him pain, Wesker covered it up quite well.
Brad nodded, a shot ringing out as Schuldig lifted his weapon and the bullet cut cleanly through the rope. There was a dull thud as Wesker hit the floor, the man snatching the offending rope off him. He was on his feet in an instant and then froze. A blankness came over his face that Shu was probably quite familiar with, a telepathic seizing going on.
"I will tell you that if you have an idea of attacking us, Mr Wesker, that it will not go well for you. At best, Schuldig will seize your mind, and we will later introduce you to our third member, Farfarello. He's very creative with his knives and bored as of late. At worst, you will manage to kill us, but we will return as you know happens here. At that point, we will throw our full effort into helping Shin-Ra track you down. I am sure you know what sort of cage awaits you at the end of that road," Brad said calmly, setting the safety on his gun and tucking it under his suitcoat.
Schuldig said nothing as he checked his own guns, sliding them into their respective homemade holsters. He took his place just behind Brad, a silent shadow. The German was nothing like his usual self that Shu and Elena was used to, all jaded laughter and sly grins. This was a stern and remote man, watchful instead of talkative.
Wesker shook himself as he regained control of himself, mouth twisting in utter hatred of being seized like that. It vanished quickly, expression smoothing over. Schwarz had a point. He might actually be able to snatch one of these two men, probably the telepath since he was lighter and smaller, but the pre-cog probably could badly damage his ability to remain free even if he did manage to keep the telepath alive and from returning to his people.
"I do have a deal for you," Wesker began, voice devoid of any dislike or upset at the situation. Wesker was a professional in all things after all. "Mr Shinra has his own company, one he recently fired you from."
Neither man of Schwarz said anything, not a sign in their faces.
"What I propose is an alliance. New people flood in constantly. We create a new persona, a new president if you will," Wesker continued, his strange eyes glowing briefly before returning to normal. "I am too well known as myself to be myself, but some hair dye, creative disguising, and a request to Medea for some coloured contact lenses, and I will be. From what I have gathered from your entries, you all were guards, something like Shinra's Turks. I want you to do that for me. We can begin our own little empire here. We start our own defense force, and begin building. In time, we can crush Shinra. You can tell that you all are superior to Shinra's forces. We pick them off sub rosa one by one until there's nothing left. I've proved how easy that is. With a telepath, a pre-cog, and a madman, it will be that much easier."
Silence held still from Schwarz, Brad only raising one brow as if to ask was that it.
Wesker stared back at them for the space of a few seconds with those odd eyes, the cornres of his lips twitching in what may have been a smile for him. "I have all of Hojo's research and the Jenova cells he had. Combine that with my T-virus, and we can overtake this city in time. We can create our own equal to Shinra's SOLDIERs."
The quiet that followed as Brad nodded was deafening after the gunshots and Wesker's rolling voice.
... So that was their plan? No, that was his plan, and even a nod from Brad didn't mean they were necessarily going to agree with it and follow through. Still... did it not make sense, in a fashion? ShinRa was the only power, but there was no reason that that should be. Even Shu was disturbed to realise that he agreed with Wesker on that, if nothing else regarding his method to change it.
At home, there were always people one had to prove themselves to. Here, ShinRa answered only to the Gods, and the power balance was awkward. Was it any surprise that eventually, someone would come to question it?
... If only the man in question wasn't him. Shu squeezed Elena's hand, jaw tightening. It had to be part of Schuldig's plan. Even if Schwarz agreed, there had to be some underlying purpose - just as he had done with Hojo, to lure him out, to gain his trust, and to slit his throat in the last second remaining. That was what Schwarz did, wasn't it? That had to be the purpose.
They...they weren't entertaining the idea of this, were they? Th...they wouldn't. No. No way. Schuldig might have quit Shinra, but that didn't make him an out and out enemy, did it?
But it would if he agreed. It would, and then they would be on opposite ends of the playing field, and what then? What was she supposed to do then?
She turned her head up, looking at Shu and mouthing They can't be serious, before squeezing his hand back. There was no way, no. None. Zero-zip-zilch. She refused to believe in anything else.
"An interesting proposition, Mr Wesker," Brad finally said. "It is one that I will have to think over and see the possible futures of."
Wesker looked over the two before nodding and dusting himself off one last time. Next time he came into Sunde, it would doubtful that he would come in moving at his high speed. Once had been enough to educate him on foolish rope traps and their effectiveness. "Good day then, Mr Crawford. I expect to be moving on this a day or two after the Ball. Do let me know soon."
"We will."
Both watched as Wesker left. The quiet that fell was heavy as Brad headed back to his table and picked up his notebook. A few pages were flipped, Oracle examining one towards the back.
"Well?" Schuldig asked. Briefly his eyes flicked upwards to where Elena and Shu were hiding before returning to the American.
"A war is going to come either way, Schuldig, although this won't be a battlefield war. This will be one that takes place in dark alleys and backrooms. Those that aren't sharp enough to realize it are going to either be victims or potential hostages. Wesker has an ability to appeal to the common man if he puts his force of will into it. Rufus Shinra either can't or is unwilling to."
The telepath sighed as he took a chair opposite Brad. "Is that what you see then?"
"I see two possible futures for us. In one, we are relegated to missions that will come occasionally by a man who has no real show of appreciation for us. In the second, I see us at our best, needed and necessary. Both carry their own degree of risk, but the second will be the hardest as well as the one I would prefer. I don't like being secondary to Turks who can't pull their heads out of the ground or their fingers out of their arses to accomplish anything... or to muscle-bound SOLDIERs. Power has never impressed me much when it can be taken away so easily," Brad replied, writing something down in his little notebook.
"So you think we should side with Wesker?"
"You quit Shin-Ra, and no one much cared. We have no hold, no real use there. It's like a greedy boy collecting toys so no one else gets them. Should one break, he most likely does not care. Wesker needs us, and that gives us an element of control."
Schuldig frowned, dragging a cigarette out of his battered pack and lighting it. "Makes us enemies of Shin-Ra though."
Brad snorted quietly. "Shin-Ra has very few truly useful people. Your strategist is. He moves them to action. The Turks are useless on the whole except for Cissnei. She seems the only one who could present a real threat. The others are either too buried in paperwork to see what's going on around them, too stupid to do anything on their own but drink, or too airheaded to get anything accomplished. Their science department is laughable. Their security is run by someone you defined as being an overpowered and emotionally weak boy. Only the Lady of Lightning concerns me as does your Shu, Cissnei, and the Angeal man you say you can't reach the mind of. The others are worthless and dismissable. We can find their equal number in the new arrivals should we need to."
"Are doing it then?" Schuldig asked.
"I need to watch the future a little more first. I want to ensure that we are not driving ourselves into a cornre we cannot escape."
With that said, the two lapsed into silence again.
And then he opened the sliding panel, right where Schuldig promised it would be, and began to ascend.
What this was all about, they didn't know; they'd not been informed of rhyme or reason, only an instruction to be there - and whatever the purpose, Schuldig had yet to lead them astray where it came to information gathering.
Unfortunately, however, he had his own suspicions about what this might entail - small, elaborate little fears that curled tight in the pit of his stomach. It was all that made sense, in a way. The secrecy, Schuldig's fear of how Elena might react...
But it wasn't something he would give voice to. Not just yet.
He crawled silently onto the platform, soft shoes giving the barest sigh as he moved to stand. A perfect view from the rafters, and here he could see Schuldig, could see Brad and hear their voices with perfect clarity.
An offer. A chill crept down his spine, his throat dry.
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At least, not until she was climbing what felt like rafters in the damn club. Talk about a birdseye view, though.
She breathed quietly as she sat down, her legs curled under her so her feet didn't dangle. At least the acoustics in this place were decent; she could hear everything from over here.
Well now, like with any good reconnaissance mission, it was time to sit back and wait.
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Brad checked his little notebook again, leaving it open on the table as he stood up. He walked to the nearest white 'x' and stood on it. "Make sure he doesn't touch you. We don't know for sure how that disease of his jumps, and with you carrying the strategist's child, I would prefer not to see its effects on the unborn," Brad said.
"Ja, ja. You worry too much, Oracle," Schuldig muttered as he pushed himself to his feet as well. With a lazy flick, he turned on the small sound system Sunde had, Smash Mouth's 'I'm a Believer' coming through. He took his place on the second 'x'.
Then everything went to hell in a handbasket.
Schuldig and Brad seemed to both be waiting for something, just standing there. The next moment the front door of Sunde banged open and a rush of wind came through.
Brad nodded. Both of them dove to the floor and pulled on the rope nearest them, snapping it taut. The rush of wind and blur of black slowed down phenomenally quick all of a sudden. Schuldig dropped his end of the rope, guns in hand the next second and firing at Wesker rapidly. In the enclosed space of Sunde, each shot sounded like a thunderclap.
Wesker was stunned. Albert Wesker had tripped. Of all the stupid tricks, he had tripped on a rope. Then the air was full of bullets and the noise alone was enough to deafen him. Trying to wriggle backwards, he fell backwards. The cool and calm plans he had laid down of dealing with these two had been blown away. All he knew was that it sounded like war had broken out, and he was the target. He never even noticed the loop of rope on the floor until his leg was in it.
While Schuldig was firing on Wesker, the telepath walking towards him as he did, Brad had merely aimed up at the ceiling at something. His lips moved silently, counting shots. When he reached 'nine', Brad pulled the trigger on his gun. One of that maze of ropes in the rafters blew apart, a whrrrrl sound heard as the cement block began to drop at an amazing speed.
Wesker found himself snatched upwards, feeling like his leg had been dislocated in the process. The entire structure of Sunde shuddered when the cement block hit, bouncing Schuldig and Brad a little. Wesker himself was left hanging upside down in an old-fashioned rabbit trap.
When faced with the technological failings of Purgatorium, Schwarz had improvised.
"Mr Wesker, I presume," Brad asked, raising his own gun.
Albert Wesker found himself staring down the barrel of Crawford's gun while Schuldig reloaded at a speed only one used to weapons attained. Soon enough, it was three barrels. Both assassins kept back enough that Wesker couldn't grab them with his flailing arms, but that they could shoot out his eyes if necessary. After hearing the stories, the men of Schwarz had decided eyes and throat were probably the best bets for damage.
"Let me down, now," Wesker snarled, his sunglasses falling away and leaving those hellish eyes blazing.
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Wesker growled at them like a dog, stuck for the time being. Granted, he could have reached up and torn the rope from his leg, but then Schwarz would open fire. Enough bullets would split his head open like an overripe melon. He knew a stalemate when he saw one. "Impressive showing of your power, Mr Crawford."
Crawford made no reply. If Shu or Elena could read his open notebook from their place, writing in Crawford's painfully neat handwriting was the exact words of the song that had been playing when the door flew open along with various notes on what would happen in situation A if thing B was done. Brad Crawford tended to play the future like a horserace, constantly trying to gain some control by making certain conditions happen for the outcome he wanted.
"Your proposition, Mr Wesker," was all Crawford said. A few feet from him, Schuldig kept his guns aimed at the man's head.
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It seemed he was at least correct about one part. There wasn't the barest flinch of surprise when Wesker came walking through the door, casual as could be. The only mark of shock was the reaction, the sudden flare of chaos and bullets, the man darting to protect himself and falling into the trap absolutely blinded. Shu gripped tight onto the rafters as the concrete fell, the entire structure shaking heavily from the impact.
... He was going to need to financially factor that in, wasn't he?
But there Wesker swung, plainly checkmated, worth the damage. Schwarz had complete power over him, could shoot him, take him in at any time if they wished...
So if they'd caught him, why were they still talking?
'Proposition'? Shu's eyes narrowed. So this was what it was all about. Wesker had taken an offer to them, and Shu wondered if it had anything to do with Schuldig leaving the company. Was it a result of his exit, or what it perhaps the cause of it?
He reached across, resting a hand on Elena's to ensure she was alright, uncertain of the sort of reaction Wesker's presence or the dialogue exchanged might earn from her.
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But, with sheer force of will, she remained seated. If Shu, who had been wronged worse of all, or Schuldig, loved one of the wronged, could behave, so could she. It was only fair, and they were counting on her, an act that made her feel included, wanted, and proud to be let into this little boys club.
She turned her hand, moving to link fingers with his, tangling them together. Her eyes watched them below, switching from all the major players of this game. Proposition. Interesting, whatever it might be.
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Brad nodded, a shot ringing out as Schuldig lifted his weapon and the bullet cut cleanly through the rope. There was a dull thud as Wesker hit the floor, the man snatching the offending rope off him. He was on his feet in an instant and then froze. A blankness came over his face that Shu was probably quite familiar with, a telepathic seizing going on.
"I will tell you that if you have an idea of attacking us, Mr Wesker, that it will not go well for you. At best, Schuldig will seize your mind, and we will later introduce you to our third member, Farfarello. He's very creative with his knives and bored as of late. At worst, you will manage to kill us, but we will return as you know happens here. At that point, we will throw our full effort into helping Shin-Ra track you down. I am sure you know what sort of cage awaits you at the end of that road," Brad said calmly, setting the safety on his gun and tucking it under his suitcoat.
Schuldig said nothing as he checked his own guns, sliding them into their respective homemade holsters. He took his place just behind Brad, a silent shadow. The German was nothing like his usual self that Shu and Elena was used to, all jaded laughter and sly grins. This was a stern and remote man, watchful instead of talkative.
Wesker shook himself as he regained control of himself, mouth twisting in utter hatred of being seized like that. It vanished quickly, expression smoothing over. Schwarz had a point. He might actually be able to snatch one of these two men, probably the telepath since he was lighter and smaller, but the pre-cog probably could badly damage his ability to remain free even if he did manage to keep the telepath alive and from returning to his people.
"I do have a deal for you," Wesker began, voice devoid of any dislike or upset at the situation. Wesker was a professional in all things after all. "Mr Shinra has his own company, one he recently fired you from."
Neither man of Schwarz said anything, not a sign in their faces.
"What I propose is an alliance. New people flood in constantly. We create a new persona, a new president if you will," Wesker continued, his strange eyes glowing briefly before returning to normal. "I am too well known as myself to be myself, but some hair dye, creative disguising, and a request to Medea for some coloured contact lenses, and I will be. From what I have gathered from your entries, you all were guards, something like Shinra's Turks. I want you to do that for me. We can begin our own little empire here. We start our own defense force, and begin building. In time, we can crush Shinra. You can tell that you all are superior to Shinra's forces. We pick them off sub rosa one by one until there's nothing left. I've proved how easy that is. With a telepath, a pre-cog, and a madman, it will be that much easier."
Silence held still from Schwarz, Brad only raising one brow as if to ask was that it.
Wesker stared back at them for the space of a few seconds with those odd eyes, the cornres of his lips twitching in what may have been a smile for him. "I have all of Hojo's research and the Jenova cells he had. Combine that with my T-virus, and we can overtake this city in time. We can create our own equal to Shinra's SOLDIERs."
The quiet that followed as Brad nodded was deafening after the gunshots and Wesker's rolling voice.
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At home, there were always people one had to prove themselves to. Here, ShinRa answered only to the Gods, and the power balance was awkward. Was it any surprise that eventually, someone would come to question it?
... If only the man in question wasn't him. Shu squeezed Elena's hand, jaw tightening. It had to be part of Schuldig's plan. Even if Schwarz agreed, there had to be some underlying purpose - just as he had done with Hojo, to lure him out, to gain his trust, and to slit his throat in the last second remaining. That was what Schwarz did, wasn't it? That had to be the purpose.
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But it would if he agreed. It would, and then they would be on opposite ends of the playing field, and what then? What was she supposed to do then?
She turned her head up, looking at Shu and mouthing They can't be serious, before squeezing his hand back. There was no way, no. None. Zero-zip-zilch. She refused to believe in anything else.
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Wesker looked over the two before nodding and dusting himself off one last time. Next time he came into Sunde, it would doubtful that he would come in moving at his high speed. Once had been enough to educate him on foolish rope traps and their effectiveness. "Good day then, Mr Crawford. I expect to be moving on this a day or two after the Ball. Do let me know soon."
"We will."
Both watched as Wesker left. The quiet that fell was heavy as Brad headed back to his table and picked up his notebook. A few pages were flipped, Oracle examining one towards the back.
"Well?" Schuldig asked. Briefly his eyes flicked upwards to where Elena and Shu were hiding before returning to the American.
"A war is going to come either way, Schuldig, although this won't be a battlefield war. This will be one that takes place in dark alleys and backrooms. Those that aren't sharp enough to realize it are going to either be victims or potential hostages. Wesker has an ability to appeal to the common man if he puts his force of will into it. Rufus Shinra either can't or is unwilling to."
The telepath sighed as he took a chair opposite Brad. "Is that what you see then?"
"I see two possible futures for us. In one, we are relegated to missions that will come occasionally by a man who has no real show of appreciation for us. In the second, I see us at our best, needed and necessary. Both carry their own degree of risk, but the second will be the hardest as well as the one I would prefer. I don't like being secondary to Turks who can't pull their heads out of the ground or their fingers out of their arses to accomplish anything... or to muscle-bound SOLDIERs. Power has never impressed me much when it can be taken away so easily," Brad replied, writing something down in his little notebook.
"So you think we should side with Wesker?"
"You quit Shin-Ra, and no one much cared. We have no hold, no real use there. It's like a greedy boy collecting toys so no one else gets them. Should one break, he most likely does not care. Wesker needs us, and that gives us an element of control."
Schuldig frowned, dragging a cigarette out of his battered pack and lighting it. "Makes us enemies of Shin-Ra though."
Brad snorted quietly. "Shin-Ra has very few truly useful people. Your strategist is. He moves them to action. The Turks are useless on the whole except for Cissnei. She seems the only one who could present a real threat. The others are either too buried in paperwork to see what's going on around them, too stupid to do anything on their own but drink, or too airheaded to get anything accomplished. Their science department is laughable. Their security is run by someone you defined as being an overpowered and emotionally weak boy. Only the Lady of Lightning concerns me as does your Shu, Cissnei, and the Angeal man you say you can't reach the mind of. The others are worthless and dismissable. We can find their equal number in the new arrivals should we need to."
"Are doing it then?" Schuldig asked.
"I need to watch the future a little more first. I want to ensure that we are not driving ourselves into a cornre we cannot escape."
With that said, the two lapsed into silence again.
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