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?"
No. NO.It's the only answer his brain can come up with. It's the /only/ answer period. He's incapable of even contemplating the alternative. And Rafe's suggestion? Body double is good, if they can find one on such short notice. But CROSSDRESS?He's vaguely aware that he's making strangled noises.Alternatives run rapidfire through his mind, most of them discarded as soon as they surface. The big "Let's not go" is the only thing that seems to be occurring to his utterly shell-shocked brain. Look. Friday evening. Go home, lock self in room with large amounts of alcohol......Admit defeat.The strangled noises modulate to a strangled curse. Rufus Shinra does not back down. Rufus Shinra does not run away. Rufus Shinra is lodged between the frying pan and the fire thanks to his stupid dignity."Not crossdressing," he's aware of saying. "Not... is there any other alternative? Surely one can simply dress normally. Like any other person. Surely there are some of those hanging around at Wall Market. Surely... surely ... that suggestion would draw more attention rather than less." At any other time, he would be proud of his control, and the inability to say of that sounding only vaguely traumatized (he thinks). And without actually saying what he's currently thinking:You two. Are so. Fucking. Dead.And here he thought that Rafe was a good guy.CROSS-DRESSING.The Turk had a fetish. OBVIOUSLY.
[OOC: Typo: 'inability to say of that' -> 'ability to say that'All past tense to present.Not focusing here, obviously. Blame it on Rufus spazzing horribly.]