𝚃𝚞𝚛𝚔 𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚃𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚐

"ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴏɴᴇ'ꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴏᴜꜱ ."

. ❝ "Capture" is understatement. If I have to come up something like inviting our esteemed guests for a social call, what do you think Tseng?  ❞ A subtle eyebrow raise while waiting for the Turk's response. .

. His gloved hand raised, slightly dismissive. ❝ —then I am counting on you, Tseng. I expect greater results. That we may be able to negotiate them without any problems. . . . .but . . ❞ He pauses, a subtle smirk creeping into his lips. — +

. ❝ You know Tseng, you made the most impeccable ideas. Never in the wildest dreams I would come to negotiate a terrorist and hire them to take down the threat. ❞ He cleared his throat making his way back to his desk. Weight shifted as soon he sat down— +

. Finally, he regain his composure. Letting out a soft huff walking back towards the glass windows. Gloved palm pressed against the surface as he watches once more the metal city below his feet. ❝ I would like to have a word with Mr. Strife. Word has it—   +

. A subtle furrow on his brows. Why did he not know this?. . .then a whisper coming out from him, inaudible for Tseng and only himself can hear it. ❝ . . Damn you, Hojo. ❞ Slowly, his hand balled into a fist. He has to fix this, asap.— +

. There's a shift of the atmosphere within the office. It is indeed a wise choice to make agreements with the Ex-Soldier against Sephiroth, one can only on-par with. A key to finally end everything. . . Rufus takes a moment to compose, a lingering pause— +

Not coffee?

. ❝ He will come to me, Tseng. He thinks that the Black Materia is in my possession. ❞ The once calculated look hardens and the icey hues glaring to the Director. ❝ —and once that day arrives, I will sure to eliminate him. Something that my father— +