//I finally finished~ if this doesnt fit the story, Ill shoot my muse dead! XD// The ShinRa building. A redheaded Turk was called to Rufus Shinras office without being told the reason. He probably had another mission. What a bother... The male stepped into the office, but the President was nowhere to be seen. Damn convinient, Rufus... He muttered under his chin walking over to the window and opening it for a bit of fresh air to get in. A mild breeze rushed through the room carrying a few pieces of paper off the desk. The Turk gasped picking them up as soon as possible glaring at the door cautiously. Nothing. He sighed in relief shaking his head a bit and dropped his sky-blue gaze on the material in his hands. He didnt really expect anything unusual but the bold letters caught his attention. DeepGround? His eyes narrowed. Continuing to read, it seemed more and more unbelievable. He remembered the news he recently saw on the TV; something about secret passages to the undergroung of Midgar. ShinRa was accused, but Reno didnt believe it. He was the Turk after all, hed know... But now, everything was so suspicious, it fit in the news story. He placed the documents back the way they were and rushed out of the building without waiting for Rufus to come, or letting anyone know. The adress of the enterance was written on his palm, and he waited not a moment longer to go there right away. It might have been his curiosity only, but he also felt betrayed. How could ShinRa do something like this? Human experiments... Tsviets... Who were they, anyway? Redhead was determined to find out. Arriving to the spot, and sneaking in without much problems, he found himself astonished by the sight. A whole city under Midgar. So far, everything was true. He started to question the decision to come here unprepared. Unarmed even. What was I thinking, damn it! He whispered to himself harshly. Then, his blue irises locked to the left. Footsteps? For sure... Taking a deep breath, theTurk gritted his teeth and started retreating to the right silently, leaned with his back against the tall wall. But the one making confident footsteps didnt seem to wait for his slow escape. They were louder, closer with each second. But never getting close enough to get a sight of the person. Was it a damn game? And he had just arrived...
Posted on: Mon, 28 Oct 2013 11:41:10 +0000
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