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Previously...
Elena and Reno were captured and tortured by assailants who were once ShinRa operatives. Their names; Samantha and Vivian. Though it would seem that they are part of a force much larger and more organized than Tseng first believed.
To add to their pile of complications, it would seem that the young man Seth is harboring romantic feelings for Elena.
It's now been a few weeks,Elena's injuries are healed, and the Turks have been following cold lead after cold lead to try and track down the ex-Turks.
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Elena rubbed her forehead, her coffee gone cold in the mug beside her elbow and Rude, Reno, and Tseng were just as quiet as they scoured through old file after file. Tseng wanted to find 'what went wrong'. You know, when did the ex-Turks go bad? Turn rouge? But inall honesty, their files were squeaky clean—perfect Turks.
No discipline reports. Very few failed missions.
Reno yawned loudly and the phone on his desk rang; causing Elena to jump. "Helloooo? No. He's not here. He's busy snorting coke off a stripper's stomach." Reno smirked and passed the phone over to Tseng. Reno looked at Elena, possibly expecting some type of reaction—but she was just toodamn tired to even glare at him.
"The President requires us to escort and protect him to Junon tomorrow evening." Tseng said after setting the phone down.
"Thank god! This paperwork was getting old." Reno leaned back in his chair and kicked his feet up on the desk. Tseng ignored him.
"In Junon, the President is celebrating a new recycling plant that ShinRa will be funding. He'll need us there asbodyguards—I expect to see all of you in the briefing room in two hours so we can look over the building plans of the mansion where the party is taking place." Tseng stood and left their office without another word.
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Elena smoothed her suit and adjusted the ear-piece in her ear. It wasn't often that the whole team went out on a mission like this. The three of them stood out in theparking garage, waiting for Tseng and Rufus.
"Why can't I join you?" Seth scowled and Tseng shook his head.
"Protecting the President is a job for a Turk. You're still in training, Seth." And you will remain in training...I hope Elena has gained your trust enough for you to give her information.
"I want to help."
"You are helping." Rufus said with ice to his tone, "By staying out of our way."Seth huffed but was unable to argue any longer. What could he say? Take the rookie on a dangerous mission where the President's life is in your hands? Tseng watched Seth's retreating form, I hope Elena doesn't get too attached to Seth. When this whole ordeal is over, we can't allow him to live…even if we have been giving him false information; I do not trust him at all.
"Took you long enough," Renolooked at his watch, "You're gonna be fashionable late, Rufus."
The blonde man smirked slightly, "I always knew how to make an entrance."
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The mansion was decorated in gold and silver, men walking around carrying wine and champagne, women in elegant dresses with their hair done up and sparkling jewels (Trophy Wives – Elena thought with a small grin). Everyone was schmoozing, thesound of chattering voices creating a thrum through the large building, only dampened by the small group playing violins in the corner.
Elena took a glass of wine off one the trays for show but doesn't drink it. Reno moved about, sometimes appearing at her side, his fingertips touching her elbow and making a soft chill run up her spine. Then he would walk away and to her knowledge—he wasn'tdrinking anything.
It's a good hour into the party when he shows up again. "Drunk yet, lightweight?" He teased.
Elena rolled her eyes, "I'm not drinking on the job, Reno. Are you?"
He smirked, "Why? You thinking about getting me nice and drunk and then taking advantage of me?" His aquamarine eyes were dancing with amusement.
Elena snorted and pushed the glass of wine into his hand, "Drink up!" He...