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?"
Only someone with a master's degree in bullshit could take that explosion with an absolutely straight face and a slow blink, like there's nothing wrong at all and Zack can't figure out why Rufus is turning such interesting colors."Rentboy. Rent. Boy. You know, male prostitute? Boywhore? Gigolo? Guy who rents out space in his trunk--""STOP JUST STOP." Rufus is whiter than his suit, and Zack amicably obeys the command. Garbled strangling noises off to the side as well as a frigid sort of absolute silence indicate Zell and Cal's reactions."Rafe can tell you all about it," Zack suggests innocently.