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?"
There is something distinctly disconcerting about a member of the military, no matter how high up on the hierarchy, threatening the Vice President. Twice. In a row. Rafe decides the corporate top-down structure needed an impromptu overhaul."I believe it is the Captain who should come forward and address the Vice President regarding his proposal," the Turk replies icily. "Or did I assume wrong regarding the Shinra military's hierarchy here?" Then again, considering the circumstances of that Zack's arrival, he wondered if there was a hierarchy at all. At least, one with teeth. Spoiled corporate suits.He turns and follows Rufus back down the hall.
“Hey!” While Zell usually considers himself a polite sort of person (in that he makes any attempt, unlike Irvine, to observe social niceties and act like a professional), it’s more than a little irritating to be written off like some inept trooper by a man who’d been in Shinra’s employ for less than a week. Rafe certainly didn’t have all the answers if he’d been originally planning to go along with Rufus’ Let’s Just Go Ahead and Walk Out in the Open and Present a Big Fat Fucking Target To Every Assassin Within Fifty Miles idea. “Zack’s not allowed to designate himself as the Vice President’s personal bodyguard, but /I/ am, so I get to deliver whatever freakin’ proposals I want and you, Turk, should respect the fact that as personal bodyguard I outrank you.”Zell isn’t actually too sure about that, but he’d never let uncertainty stop a rant when his temper had snapped before, and he isn’t about to now. “If Zack or anyone else wants to talk through me, you’ve got no reason to protest.”
"Don't act like you don't know what I mean," Rafe responds irritably. "I'm not talking about myself, I'm talking about the Vice President, who shouldn't have to wait while his subordinates point shotguns at him, retch into a toilet, and then force some kind of negotiation after an order from his superiors. What is this, the - " He cuts off abruptly as he sees Rufus step in to smooth over matters with a cold tone of finality.