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Title: Clandestine Operations
Warnings: Violence, Language, Crude Humor
LINK: FoSff - PBF
CAT: FFVII
Summary: We over hear the whispers. We mean nothing but terror, death, and kidnapping. We are shadows sent from the Prince to keep the peasants in line. There is nothing more true to our nature than blood. Rude’s eyes show no emotion, he responds simply, “To put it negatively - Yes.”
Notes:
Response to Hikou's challenge. I feel I failed epically at this. I can't say I'm used to sabotage.
One: SABOTAGE.
This is simple as easy as one, two, and three. One door, two armed guards, three steps between the two of them. The first one blinks shifting his weight off of his left foot to turn around. Their backs are to each other. The lazy lamp above him flickers twice. He rubs his eyes to try and see better in the dimly lit passage way. His partner shrugs at his partners horrible business practices.
“It’s not that dark, you pussie.” The second guy groans, “Buck up.”
But the first simply answers, “Shut up, it almost felt like I was blind for a moment. You’d think we could afford better lightning here.” He groans.
They continue their boring dance behind me. They do not notice the door has shut between them and I am content to get through this hallway as quickly as possible.
The air is dank; it feels more like a sewer than a proper storage facility. I am oddly annoyed by the moisture in the air, but, if anything comes up it would be more to my advantage than anything else I could find. Perhaps I would think that a rival should be more powerful. More capable than a few mercenaries with rifles. I may just be old fashioned but this feels way too easy. My steps are lighter than I ever remember them being. I am unaware I cannot hear them specifically because my thoughts are screaming that this has been a waste of time.
There are several doors to my left. I remember a quick conversation when this stupid mission passed to my hand that mentioned any idiot could find the main control room. I assumed that meant the job as for Reno.
It might have gone quicker if it were him instead of me. He likes it flashy and quick. I like to get a feel for the place. I want to know that this is the end of our so called rivalry.
The third door to my right requires a key card. The letters are easily read. They are a bright red, bolded, that annoying warning sign must go. “Warning: Dangerous Equipment. AUTHORIZED PERSONNAL ONLY.”
I’m authorized in a special sort of way. The link cable pulls from my pocket of its on volition, connects to my PHS, and then to the control panel. It takes a moment, some four hundred strings of numbers that are completely irrelevant to me before the light sound of success is heard. The door clicks opened before me, the bright screens flash data and other nonsensical ideas. I do not commit them to memory. It is not in my job description.
There are several people typing away. Working as hard as they can to make ends meet. Someone probably has a wife to return home too. And that woman most likely has a date on Friday night. I have sleep to catch up on. She falls asleep first. He does not take long, I wonder who is more overworked them, or us. I look up the blue prints, because I’m not the type of idiot to know the most logical way to do this.
I contemplate for a moment. I could do this now. And I’m not sure that’s fun. I wonder what Mikari would say if she knew I was in here. I smile as my hands carelessly move from key to key. My mind does not understand in full what my body or spirit does.
But whatever it is works.
Data is a pain. It sticks oddly to everything and it would take more effort than I want to give to erase it from here. Reno would mention all we’d need is a giant magnet, and I smile because he’s an idiot who makes perfect sense.
I turn back out the doorway once I know where the power generators are. What makes a larger explosion than blowing up a control room?
I pretend that it’s where energy is harnessed and stored.
The ventilation system is the quickest least watched access route. I hate closed spaces but I know when to suck up my pride for my job. I reason this for three floors before I push the vent cover down.
Thinking only, ’Fuck it.’ before I slip into the nearest hallway. This should be more stealthy more beautiful. But it isn’t. I think way too much and it hinders a process that should be like breathing.
The third guard drops without a word. He has no partner. Perhaps he should be the best as he is the only one needed for this room. Or perhaps the team works better when the three are working together. A million thoughts and no good answer surface for a split second. I pick up his card key, his breathing is fairly normal.
Status materia is way too effective these days. I am bored so I remove his shoe laces. Rude taught me this, I don’t know why, but it amuses me. One shoe lace is all it takes to tie a man’s hands up. The second for his legs. The sight is enough to floor any person who might walk by. It will suffice, when he wakes up, I’ll be gone.
The key slides without difficulty the door rushes opened and slides almost silently closed behind me. The crackling of electricity reminds me of an odd mix of lightning rods and materia. It seems like if one got to close you’d meet an early grave from the shock. The only thing worse than harnessed energy is more harnessed energy.
I know for sure that energy cannot be created or destroyed. I know for a fact my loving partner gave me nothing to work with than a stupid grin and “You can reach me at the bar.” I can’t fully decide if Reno is stupid or accepting. But it doesn’t matter.
There is a second door half hidden behind some equipment. It is in an awkward position and most would not easily notice it. I can’t go back the way I came, so I need a better escape route.
My hand sets on the door for a good two and a half minutes as I try and get a feel for what’s outside this piece of metal labeled, “Do Not Open”. I’m kind of pissed there’s a back door this close. I turn back to get a better feel for this room.
And I must admit that once again this feels way too easy. But I decide to roll with it. I stare at the large instrument for several minutes. It really does look like a lightning rod. A lightning rod with a box. At least from my perspective. I don’t know machinery or technical terms for all this stupid shit.
I just know it needs to explode.
I exit the door to see my favorite red-headed partner.
“What took you so long Princess?” He quips lazily as he cocks his head to the side. “You go the long way?”
I nod, “Of course, one of us has to do the job right.”
I give him the description of what it looked like. But he seems even less amused than I do.
Shrugging, Reno gives an order, “Get rid of it.”
I don’t know if he’s superior to me in any way, but, the fact that our thoughts coincide are more to attribute to the steadily rising crackles behind the door.
A grin begins to rise at the edges of his mouth. “You going to take all night to do this?”
We both laugh because it sounds like the set up for one of his jokes. We start down the alley way and he looks back the grin growing ever larger as he sees the smoke that starts to rise. There are a few more crackles before my clenched fist releases and the green and white energy from Ultima releases in a rush of chaos.
We watch from the fire escape of the nearest apartment building as fire fighters and employees struggle to get in and out. He sends bolts of electricity to parts of the building before setting one man’s shirt on fire.
I don’t know why it makes me smile.
The water starts in high pressured streams. It lasts for a minute before the hoses become heavy with weight. I’m not going to do this all night. When the there is nothing but ashes I will leave. When there is nothing but a death count it is time for us to go.
We wait for it to burn to ashes, stopping every person who tries to help. The spectacle becomes nothing more than a futile effort. It takes all night. I can’t how many times we try and reason but when Reno hands down some coffee I know it’s almost time to go.
“They’re sifting through the ashes now.” I comment off-handedly. I pretend he doesn’t know what’s going on because it makes me less crabby.
“Why are their still ashes?” He inquires.
I should know the answers to this.
“Because I forgot.” I answer.
I take his hand to stand and we climb down three floors from the fire escape. Reno yawns and stretches. He pulls his jacket tightly around him.
“Kinda chilly,” He looks back to see the furious storm, “Better get home quick.”
My Contain materia is not used enough. I don’t know why, Tornado is such a lovely little spell. Screams sound behind us and the larger pieces of the burned debris crash against other buildings and objects.
Reno watches as what is left of a desk crashes into a plain white van.
“You’re messy.”
I look over, “And you’re lazy.”
x___Snow Rayjah___
TURK Operative Identification Number 7-7543350
Warnings: Violence, Language, Crude Humor
LINK: FoSff - PBF
CAT: FFVII
Summary: We over hear the whispers. We mean nothing but terror, death, and kidnapping. We are shadows sent from the Prince to keep the peasants in line. There is nothing more true to our nature than blood. Rude’s eyes show no emotion, he responds simply, “To put it negatively - Yes.”
Notes:
Response to Hikou's challenge. I feel I failed epically at this. I can't say I'm used to sabotage.
One: SABOTAGE.
This is simple as easy as one, two, and three. One door, two armed guards, three steps between the two of them. The first one blinks shifting his weight off of his left foot to turn around. Their backs are to each other. The lazy lamp above him flickers twice. He rubs his eyes to try and see better in the dimly lit passage way. His partner shrugs at his partners horrible business practices.
“It’s not that dark, you pussie.” The second guy groans, “Buck up.”
But the first simply answers, “Shut up, it almost felt like I was blind for a moment. You’d think we could afford better lightning here.” He groans.
They continue their boring dance behind me. They do not notice the door has shut between them and I am content to get through this hallway as quickly as possible.
The air is dank; it feels more like a sewer than a proper storage facility. I am oddly annoyed by the moisture in the air, but, if anything comes up it would be more to my advantage than anything else I could find. Perhaps I would think that a rival should be more powerful. More capable than a few mercenaries with rifles. I may just be old fashioned but this feels way too easy. My steps are lighter than I ever remember them being. I am unaware I cannot hear them specifically because my thoughts are screaming that this has been a waste of time.
There are several doors to my left. I remember a quick conversation when this stupid mission passed to my hand that mentioned any idiot could find the main control room. I assumed that meant the job as for Reno.
It might have gone quicker if it were him instead of me. He likes it flashy and quick. I like to get a feel for the place. I want to know that this is the end of our so called rivalry.
The third door to my right requires a key card. The letters are easily read. They are a bright red, bolded, that annoying warning sign must go. “Warning: Dangerous Equipment. AUTHORIZED PERSONNAL ONLY.”
I’m authorized in a special sort of way. The link cable pulls from my pocket of its on volition, connects to my PHS, and then to the control panel. It takes a moment, some four hundred strings of numbers that are completely irrelevant to me before the light sound of success is heard. The door clicks opened before me, the bright screens flash data and other nonsensical ideas. I do not commit them to memory. It is not in my job description.
There are several people typing away. Working as hard as they can to make ends meet. Someone probably has a wife to return home too. And that woman most likely has a date on Friday night. I have sleep to catch up on. She falls asleep first. He does not take long, I wonder who is more overworked them, or us. I look up the blue prints, because I’m not the type of idiot to know the most logical way to do this.
I contemplate for a moment. I could do this now. And I’m not sure that’s fun. I wonder what Mikari would say if she knew I was in here. I smile as my hands carelessly move from key to key. My mind does not understand in full what my body or spirit does.
But whatever it is works.
Data is a pain. It sticks oddly to everything and it would take more effort than I want to give to erase it from here. Reno would mention all we’d need is a giant magnet, and I smile because he’s an idiot who makes perfect sense.
I turn back out the doorway once I know where the power generators are. What makes a larger explosion than blowing up a control room?
I pretend that it’s where energy is harnessed and stored.
The ventilation system is the quickest least watched access route. I hate closed spaces but I know when to suck up my pride for my job. I reason this for three floors before I push the vent cover down.
Thinking only, ’Fuck it.’ before I slip into the nearest hallway. This should be more stealthy more beautiful. But it isn’t. I think way too much and it hinders a process that should be like breathing.
The third guard drops without a word. He has no partner. Perhaps he should be the best as he is the only one needed for this room. Or perhaps the team works better when the three are working together. A million thoughts and no good answer surface for a split second. I pick up his card key, his breathing is fairly normal.
Status materia is way too effective these days. I am bored so I remove his shoe laces. Rude taught me this, I don’t know why, but it amuses me. One shoe lace is all it takes to tie a man’s hands up. The second for his legs. The sight is enough to floor any person who might walk by. It will suffice, when he wakes up, I’ll be gone.
The key slides without difficulty the door rushes opened and slides almost silently closed behind me. The crackling of electricity reminds me of an odd mix of lightning rods and materia. It seems like if one got to close you’d meet an early grave from the shock. The only thing worse than harnessed energy is more harnessed energy.
I know for sure that energy cannot be created or destroyed. I know for a fact my loving partner gave me nothing to work with than a stupid grin and “You can reach me at the bar.” I can’t fully decide if Reno is stupid or accepting. But it doesn’t matter.
There is a second door half hidden behind some equipment. It is in an awkward position and most would not easily notice it. I can’t go back the way I came, so I need a better escape route.
My hand sets on the door for a good two and a half minutes as I try and get a feel for what’s outside this piece of metal labeled, “Do Not Open”. I’m kind of pissed there’s a back door this close. I turn back to get a better feel for this room.
And I must admit that once again this feels way too easy. But I decide to roll with it. I stare at the large instrument for several minutes. It really does look like a lightning rod. A lightning rod with a box. At least from my perspective. I don’t know machinery or technical terms for all this stupid shit.
I just know it needs to explode.
I exit the door to see my favorite red-headed partner.
“What took you so long Princess?” He quips lazily as he cocks his head to the side. “You go the long way?”
I nod, “Of course, one of us has to do the job right.”
I give him the description of what it looked like. But he seems even less amused than I do.
Shrugging, Reno gives an order, “Get rid of it.”
I don’t know if he’s superior to me in any way, but, the fact that our thoughts coincide are more to attribute to the steadily rising crackles behind the door.
A grin begins to rise at the edges of his mouth. “You going to take all night to do this?”
We both laugh because it sounds like the set up for one of his jokes. We start down the alley way and he looks back the grin growing ever larger as he sees the smoke that starts to rise. There are a few more crackles before my clenched fist releases and the green and white energy from Ultima releases in a rush of chaos.
We watch from the fire escape of the nearest apartment building as fire fighters and employees struggle to get in and out. He sends bolts of electricity to parts of the building before setting one man’s shirt on fire.
I don’t know why it makes me smile.
The water starts in high pressured streams. It lasts for a minute before the hoses become heavy with weight. I’m not going to do this all night. When the there is nothing but ashes I will leave. When there is nothing but a death count it is time for us to go.
We wait for it to burn to ashes, stopping every person who tries to help. The spectacle becomes nothing more than a futile effort. It takes all night. I can’t how many times we try and reason but when Reno hands down some coffee I know it’s almost time to go.
“They’re sifting through the ashes now.” I comment off-handedly. I pretend he doesn’t know what’s going on because it makes me less crabby.
“Why are their still ashes?” He inquires.
I should know the answers to this.
“Because I forgot.” I answer.
I take his hand to stand and we climb down three floors from the fire escape. Reno yawns and stretches. He pulls his jacket tightly around him.
“Kinda chilly,” He looks back to see the furious storm, “Better get home quick.”
My Contain materia is not used enough. I don’t know why, Tornado is such a lovely little spell. Screams sound behind us and the larger pieces of the burned debris crash against other buildings and objects.
Reno watches as what is left of a desk crashes into a plain white van.
“You’re messy.”
I look over, “And you’re lazy.”
x___Snow Rayjah___
TURK Operative Identification Number 7-7543350