Zell being Zell found himself torn between running after Zack or running after Rufus, at least until he meets Cal’s flat glare and catches the brief jerk of her head to right.Blink.Oh.Oh.He darts after Zack. And within centimeters of the side door, finds a fist in his jacket hauling him bodily inside and then slamming him up against the wall.“What the hell’s he going to Wall Market for,” Zack hisses, exhibiting a remarkable recovery in his complete absence of retching now and slamming on the water faucet to cover the lack of appropriate sound effects. “I don’t know!” “You're his bodyguard, Dincht, it’s your bloody job to know!” Another snarl and then Zack stalks away, pacing angrily. “Avalanche has spies all over the Slums. If they figure out where he’s headed…”“The Turk’s going with him.” Zell felt compelled to point that out. “The entire bleeding army could go with him and he wouldn’t be any safer. A guy who stands out as much as he does can’t just waltz around in the open and not expect to get noticed.”Zell couldn’t argue with that. “Couldn’t he….I dunno, go in disguise or something?”A snort from Zack. “Young corporate executive out for a night on the town, maybe? Rich boy slumming it up? He can’t act worth a damn, someone would see right through it unless…..”Pause. A look of almost unholy glee had appeared on the older SOLDIER’s face.Zell prudently takes a step back. “Unless…?” he prods warily.Zack beams. It’s like watching a tiger yawn. “Go get him.”Even more warily, as that look had never boded well for anyone: “Why?”Zack makes a shooing motion rather than answer. “Hurry up or he’ll get away! Tell him I’ll allow him to go to Wall Market on one condition, and if he doesn’t agree he’ll find the entirety of Shinra on alert for a Vice Presidential escapee.”“That’s kinda low, isn’t it?”“Better that than a bullet in his head. Go get him. I’ll have to make a few calls real quick…”“You should probably put some pants on too.”“….oh right.”******Fortunately or unfortunately for Rufus, Zell's experience with chasing down fleeing prey has been made up of chasing down the most elusive quarry of all, the solitary and wily Squall Leonhart, and it would be safe to say that Zell is by now very, very good at catching up to people who didn't want to be caught up to."Mr. Vice President sir!" Waving arms and all. It looks a little retarded, but it also makes it impossible for Rufus to ignore him.Repeat Zack's message. Wait for automatic suspicious 'and just what is this condition' response.Zell tries out his very best innocent look. "No idea. Better go back and ask him, yah?"
Typical Rufus. Only on his terms. Zell doesn’t have anything better to offer at this point except ‘but you really can trust him, except when he’s drunk or beaming like a madman or when he’s suggesting get rich quick schemes or on Saturdays as a rule and sometimes Wednesday too …’Yeah.“He didn’t mean it as a threat! Just. You know. He’s…”Thankfully Zell didn’t have to flounder any longer than that. As silently as she had shown up in the first place, Cal is there at his back.“He is merely concerned for your safety, Shinra. If you feel that you can slip into Wall Market on your own and avoid complications, by all means you are free to do so. We,” and she briefly but deliberately presses the tags that indicated name and ranking, making sure the emphasis on ‘we’ was not referencing Zack, but rather the name on Cal’s tags and who it was that stood behind that name, “would only request that you let us help when we are in a position to do so.”