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Wall Market cont'd
by 01_one_man_army (01_one_man_army)
at February 19th, 2006 (08:18 pm)



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.”



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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?"



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Posted by: Rufus Shinra (crisis_control)
Posted at: February 20th, 2006 03:10 am (UTC)

Rufus pauses, eyes narrowing. 'C. Meridius', the nametag reads, and he wonders for a moment why it sounds so familiar.

Then it clicks, and it feels like all the warning systems in the Shinra building have gone off, simultaneously, in his head. His expression instinctively shifts to ice, and freezes.

There will be a contact, a certain General had told him.

It feels uncomfortably like the jaws of a trap closing around him, and he wonders just when he got himself in this deep, and whether it will ultimately destroy him. Or actually help him to survive a little longer in this rat race from Hell.

He glances sidelong at Rafe, who appears to be catching up after some pause. He's puzzled for a moment by the Turk's lack of reaction to getting waylaid by so many SOLDIERs. But if their conversation earlier is anything to go by, Rafe is far too new to the Game to know of the traditional animosity between the Turks and SOLDIER.

"Very well. If he has something to tell me, he may come here and tell it to me himself."

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