Asher tried not to let his relief show as he relaxed back into the car seat. No lecture this time, and Zhi had looked almost...pleased. It was a difficult concept to reconcile with everything else he had seen of the man, but it was about time something went his way that day.
At Zhi's mention of another person, he simply nodded - he was curious, but realized he'd probably find out soon enough, and, good mood or not, Zhi didn't seem the type who'd enjoy answering questions. He glanced around at the interior of the car. He couldn't remember the last time he had been in a car, but it was obvious this was a nice one. Only the best for ShinRa... The seats were made of what looked like black leather - fake, probably...he didn't know how much the higher-ups trusted the Turks not to damage anything.
"Is it just me, or does everything match the suits?" he muttered, mostly to himself.
Sofia knew enough to be ready and waiting with her things by the time Zhi arrived--she'd actually finished packing ten minutes ago. Punctual bastard. She'd wanted nothing more than to take an hour-long nap and then spend a frantic few minutes throwing things into a bag. It worked for every other mission, why should this one be any different?
Because you're not fucking stupid, she grumbled to herself, opening the door and then slamming it shut behind her. Going down the stairs, she did one last mental check: weapons, extra clothes, a few simple books (if she had to read, might as well pick up the skills as quickly as possible), and she'd even remembered the gum. Maybe packing early had its good points.
Sofia pulled the door open. "Hey there," she announced to Zhi and the kid with him (damn, the Turks got 'em young), sliding into her seat and then buckling up.
Now came the difficult part: staying awake during her briefing.
Asher responded to the new Turk's greeting with a short "Hello." and gave her quick look-over. Female, obviously - between this and the other woman at the meeting, it would appear that the Turks were slightly more equal-opportunity employers than other sections of ShinRa. She was tan, too - not someone who'd lived in Midgar, where real sunlight tended to be a little less than frequent. And she also didn't look like she wanted him dead, yet. Maybe this mission was going to be be less hellish than he thought...
As the unmistakable figure of Ms. Mendez - the sway of her hips had a downright hypnotic quality, in the sense of may impede ability to operate heavy machinery no less - approached the car, Zhi afforded himself another small measure of satisfaction. Both rookies carrying off his first, albeit small, order with efficiency and punctuality was enough to set him mostly at ease for the moment. Given the other events the day had held for him, this was nothing short of a godsend
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At Zhi's mention of another person, he simply nodded - he was curious, but realized he'd probably find out soon enough, and, good mood or not, Zhi didn't seem the type who'd enjoy answering questions. He glanced around at the interior of the car. He couldn't remember the last time he had been in a car, but it was obvious this was a nice one. Only the best for ShinRa... The seats were made of what looked like black leather - fake, probably...he didn't know how much the higher-ups trusted the Turks not to damage anything.
"Is it just me, or does everything match the suits?" he muttered, mostly to himself.
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Because you're not fucking stupid, she grumbled to herself, opening the door and then slamming it shut behind her. Going down the stairs, she did one last mental check: weapons, extra clothes, a few simple books (if she had to read, might as well pick up the skills as quickly as possible), and she'd even remembered the gum. Maybe packing early had its good points.
Sofia pulled the door open. "Hey there," she announced to Zhi and the kid with him (damn, the Turks got 'em young), sliding into her seat and then buckling up.
Now came the difficult part: staying awake during her briefing.
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