CHAPTER 24

The chrome colored Shinra helicopter hovered patiently above the Sector Seven plate, its occupants awaiting the impending destruction below. Those occupants were the Turks -Tseng, Rude, Reno, and Johnny- and their captive, Aeris Gainsburough, who lay unflinching in a way similar to the fetal position.

"What is taking so long?" Tseng hissed, eyeing the village below him. It seemed to be sliding slowly, as though it were still being supported somehow. He paid no heed to the cries for help from the terrified citizens below.

Johnny peered out the side window, when a thought struck him. "Ah... shit. I never got the chance to mention... uhm,"

"Mention... what?" Tseng inquired, a hint of displeasure in his voice, his thin eyes lowering to be thinner still.

"Well," the punker started, "Dyne had constructed some kind of emergency support system... it looks like it's working, but not well enough."

"What's Sector Seven being supported on, though?" Reno asked skeptically, not taking his glowing jade eyes away from the chaotic scene unfolding below.

"The other two sectors on either side'a it," Johnny explained. At this, there was a slight air of relief in the cabin. Even though they were trained to be heartless killers, the prospect of thousands of deaths still did not bode too well with anyone present.

Rude stood at this point, and raised an eyebrow. He lowered his head a bit, as though concentrating or in thought. He was, in fact, both. He lifted his head after a few tense moments, a stern expression on his normally expressionless face. "They're not going to hold," he reported.

"Well, mission accomplished then, right?" Johnny tried.

"No it's worse," Rude started to explain. "Dyne's 'support system' has malfunctioned... Sector Seven is going to drag the other two sectors WITH it!"

Aeris shot her head up at this, but did not speak. Reno stood slowly, his face starting to show concern, "...no," came the sound from his mouth. He turned to Tseng, "Hey, we've gotta do something about this!"

Tseng shook his head, then looked to Rude, "What makes you so certain of this?"

Rude remained silent for a moment, then looked at the cross section between sectors Six and Seven. "I can hear it breaking down."

"Over a helicopter and all those people screaming down there?" Johnny mused. At that, he put his head out the door and spit. "HA! Got an old lady!"

Tseng raised an eyebrow at Johnny's display, but said nothing. Turning to Reno, he began to address the fiery haired Turk's concerns. "We have no way of helping them. The only way for those people to survive is if Dyne decides to release his contraption."

"He can't," Rude pointed out quickly. He could hear it, the pistons and magnets trying to move, but breaking down and being warped out of position instead.

Reno looked around frantically, as if somehow a solution would come to him if he looked within the hallow compartment of the small air-borne vehicle. "This is nuts! I didn't sign onto the Turks to commit fuggin mass-murder genocide!" he practically yelled.

Then, a large sum of noises caught the men's attention. Sector Seven dipped further, scraping against the outer ring of Midgar, and as a result, the two adjoining sectors tipped towards it and down a bit as well. Sector Six, which was incomplete and therefore not having much in the way of structural integrity, started to come apart in a series of small and rapid explosions.

Suddenly, the small craft began to rock and shake violently, sending all but Rude crashing to the floor.

"What the fuck was that?!" Johnny yelled in protest.

"Report!" Tseng called out to the pilot, who was busying himself with keeping the helicopter in the air.

"We've got problems, sirs!" the pilot responded.

"No shit!" Reno retorted.

The pilot hesitated before speaking again, "The whole electric power gird in Midgar is destabilizing, and it's causing enough interference to completely fuck with my instruments!"

"Is that all? And here I thought it was gonna be something we'd have to worry about..." Johnny grumbled.

"Uhm, excuse you, newbie, but I'M the resident smartass here, so leave the witty retorts to me, okay?" Reno explained, thumbing to himself.

"Well, if you were the oh-so great and wise smart ass, you'd've said something first!" Johnny shot back.

"Actually," Tseng interrupted, "That brings me to the subject of your next assignment, Jonathan."

Reno glared at his verbal adversary, "Heh, busted."

Tseng continued, despite Johnny sticking out his pierced tongue and giving Reno the finger. "As you may have been made aware of during your time in AVALANCHE, they have a mole within our organization. You are to eradicate him."

"Er, don't you mean 'find and eradicate'?" Reno asked.

"No, we've already found him," Tseng replied. He did his best to sit while the craft continued to rock, then gave Reno a death cold stare, "Or should I say, we've found YOU."

Rude blinked, but this went unnoticed from behind his dark sunglasses. Aeris looked up, both fascinated and scared by this latest twist.

There was an uneasy silence in the small craft, as the sounds from the outside world seemed to be repelled by the growing amount of tension in the cabin.

Reno then chuckled, and plopped himself on a bench. "HA! You almost got me there, Tseng!" He turned to Rude, and thumbed over to their leader, "Funny how he developed such a weird sense of humor, huh?"

Rude remained silent, and crossed his arms.

"Wh... Oh, come ON, Rude, don't tell me you believe him!"

Rude kept his arms crossed, his hidden eyes fixed on the man sitting below him. After a few tense moments, he dared to speak. "We've been... 'friends' long enough for me to know when you're hiding something."

And that was it. Rude refused to say anything more as Reno pleaded with him to sway Tseng away from this "crazy notion", as he continued to call it, over the next couple of long, stressful minutes. However, he was interrupted by a blow to the head from behind.  Lurching forward and feeling blood trickle down towards his neck, Reno spun on his heel, and got his bearings together just in time to dodge Johnny's incoming fist.

"What the hell're you doing?!" Reno spat.

"Following orders!" Johnny explained tritely, wearing a wicked grin. Without a further word, he shot out with his booted foot, hoping to catch his adversary in the knee.

Reno was too quick, however, and blocked the attack with his own foot before Johnny's came up too high. Pushing the other man off himself, Reno wasted no time by making a grab for his nightstick, which was tucked inside of his jacket. Johnny responded by whipping out his iron nunchucks, holding one pair at the ready while spinning the other pair off to the side.

The two charged at each other, swinging their respective weapons. Reno managed to get the first pair of 'chucks ensnared on his cane, opening Johnny up to a right hook. The punker leaned back and rolled with the impact a bit, all while swinging his other weapon at Reno's head.

Blood splattered against the wall as Reno retreated back towards the doorway, his head spinning. All he could see were electric stars, blinking rapidly and annoyingly in front of his face wherever he looked. Somehow, he managed to have the sense to duck without actually seeing Johnny coming at him again. He shot back up, swinging out with a wild uppercut, barely catching the other man's overly prominent jaw.

The punker swung uncaringly at Reno's head with both of his weapons, overly cocksure of his advantage.  All Reno had to do was bow his head down to avoid the chained weapons.  Still not being able to see too well, Reno launched a punch at where Johnny's ribs would be, hoping that there would be an opening.  There was, as evidenced by a satisfying CRACK as skin hit leather and the rib bones not far underneath.  Buckling over, Johnny found Reno's foot swinging up wildly towards his jaw.

A bit of blood escaped the punker's lips as his head snapped up.  Reno was just starting to get his sight back, and rushed in, preparing to give his opponent a nice taste of his electro-mag rod.  He swung fiercely, but became dismayed when Johnny blocked the cane with a pair of his 'chucks, and proceeded to swing with his free hand into Reno's face.  The supposed AVALANCHE sympathizer tried to block the blow, but only managed to deflect it to the side of his head, which, unfortunately, was where he had been hit before.  Reeling in pain, Reno retreated back a few steps, and struggled to stay standing.

Johnny pressed his advantage by side-kicking Reno hard in the gut, sending him crashing while buckled over into the door again. This time however, his arms flailed out, causing him to accidentally pull down on the opening switch. The support behind him slowly fell away, causing the Turk to struggle to stand. The punker's brown eyes widened at the prospect of a new opportunity, and ran at the still-dazed man, ready to wail on him again with the iron weapons.

Swinging down with the pair in his right hand, Johnny was struck by surprise as his arm was caught. But he didn't have time to dwell on this as his opponent turned and used a Judo shoulder-toss to send him hard into the metal platform with a disturbing CRACK. Johnny's shoulders began to ache terribly, signaling that some more of his ribs had been injured. He had no time to dwell on this either, as Reno's bony fist came down on his head. He tried to move out of the way, but found himself pinned by Reno's body sitting on top of him, and his shoulder pinned by Reno's other hand.

Reno managed to get a few more blows in before Johnny shot out from under him. He did a half roll to the side of the platform, and sprang up, not letting the rocking of the craft nor the sight of the crumbling village below give him pause. Both men assumed what looked like boxing stances and glared at each other menacingly.  Johnny's face was bleeding a bit, and he could have sworn his huge nose had been broken.

"Listen to me," Reno started breathing heavily, "I'm not a mole, okay? I mean, where's the proof?"

Tseng watched from the safety of the cabin, and at this point decided to interject. "Oh, but we DO have evidence... 'Wh0 Y0 D4ddy'." He didn't even have to gauge Reno for a response, whose jaw dropped. A look of anger came across Reno's face, and he foolishly went to charge at the Turk leader, who produced a gun.

He let two shots rip into his former subordinate's chest, and expected Reno to drop in a bloody heap. Reno expected this as well, and just stood there.

After a few moments of awkward blinking, Reno realized he was far from dead. In fact, his head still hurt more than the two points of mild annoyance on his chest. He dusted off his blue blazer nonchalantly, and in doing so felt one of the small projectiles lodged inside of it. Picking at it for a moment, Reno finally produced a BB pellet.

"Well, that's annoying," Tseng commented, glaring angrily at the toy replica. Suddenly, a fit of giggling came from the corner. Tseng turned only slightly, and eyed over at the source. Aeris was now looking at him with wide, lucid eyes, her brow arched down, her lips curled upward in victory. "Isn't that the same gun you shot Cloud with?"

Tseng blinked, following with a shrug. "Yes, I suppose it is.. GAK!"

The Wutainese man found himself being forced against the wall by Reno's cane, which was pressed firmly against his neck.

"Forgetting someone?" Reno teased, "Now listen, I was set up. YES, that's my username, but I didn't..." 

Suddenly Reno turned, his years of training informing him that he was in eminent danger.  He caught Johnny's arms just as they were about to wail down on his shoulders.

"Forgetting someone?" Johnny teased, echoing Reno's comment from a moment earlier.  Before the other man could reply, he shot out with his head, attempting a head-butt.  Reno responded by dodging backwards, and attacked with a head-butt of his own, sending Johnny stumbling back.  Reno thrust his cane forward, and hit the electrocute button.  Johnny received only a relatively mild shock, as the battery had been drained from Reno's battle with his supposed allies, but it was still enough to throw Johnny into the wall and drop his weapons.

Reno pushed his advantage while the other occupants of the cabin watched, not daring to interfere.  Reno swung with a spinning right hook to Johnny's temple, and followed with a spinning high kick.  He connected, but slowed down just enough to allow Johnny, who was bloodied and dizzy, to catch and hold onto his leg.  Reno let out a shout of protest, but was cut short when Johnny's booted foot swung right up to his groin.

At that, Reno collapsed to the ground, barely holding himself up, and muttered something about a "cheap shot".  He was cut off from making any more comments by a series of kicks to his ribs and gut.  Johnny continued kicking at his helpless, downed opponent, when a large hand clasped him on the shoulder caused him to pause. Slowly putting his foot down, he looked up and behind himself at Rude, a tinge of fear creeping into him.

"Your orders are to kill him. Just make it quick," the large man said silently.

Reno was struggling to get to his feet, and suddenly found himself being lifted and hoisted towards the exit. The last thing he saw before being turned around was Rude's face, which, while it would seem to belay its usual neutrality to others, Reno knew that he was being given a look which spoke volumes of apologies.

The crumbling city was beneath him now, as the craft continued to rock, the propellers forcing air to swirl around him. He was too week to resist as Johnny launched him forward...

But instead of seeing the ground rapidly approach, Reno was bemused by the fact that he was teetering on the edge of the platform, being held by his blazer so he wouldn't fall. Assuming his long time friend had come to his rescue, Reno was rather amazed when he looked behind himself, only to see Johnny apparently having second thoughts.

"Believe me now or something?"  He asked a bit hopefully.

"No," Johnny explained with a wicked smile, "I was just thinking that this jacket is too nice to waste."

And with that, Johnny kicked out at his opponent, yanking the jacket off of Reno and snapping one of his shoulders in the process. This was only accented by the fact that it was at that moment that Sector Seven slipped, and slammed into the slums below, dragging the other two sectors with it. Large fireballs shot into the air as thousands of screams were silenced in one large instantaneous moment of death.

Reno realized he would impact within a few moments, and as his life flashed before his eyes, he took comfort in a golden glow as his broken and battered body joined the rapidly disintegrating mess that was once Sector Seven...

Aeris opened her eyes after it was all over, and dared to stand and look out at the ruins below, as the helicopter finally broke from its hover and started towards Shinra headquarters. She barely noticed Tseng heading up towards the cockpit -a word Aeris now hated as that has been Zack's nickname for a woman's *ahem* you know- while taking in the damage below. She contemplated how such a thing could of happened... She began piecing things together, based on what she once knew and what was now happening instead. Shinra's decision to drop the plate had been expected, but what would have caused the other plates to follow? Just because Dyne was in charge, foresaw this, and tried to prevent it? That's what she had gathered from Rude's comments.

But what about Reno? She had remembered him as perhaps not the most loyal Shinra employee, but a mole? And what of this Johnny person? Wasn't he supposed to of been old friends with Tifa? How could he betray her like that? Just how different were things?

As she pondered these questions, Aeris noticed the Shinra building in the window. But wait, if she could see it in the side window, then they weren't headed there.. so where were they going?

Aeris soon received an answer to THAT question at least, as Tseng strode up to her somberly and sat on the bench next to where she was curled up on the floor. He looked at her to speak, and the flower girl noticed something about his eyes. He wasn't holding things back, he wasn't trying to put on a mask of neutrality or deception, noting that he was either about to be very honest or didn't give a damn about how he was perceived. This made him seem almost human.

"You have an hour of freedom," he announced to the young woman, much to her surprise. "Today has been hectic, and we need drinks, and to be honest, a part of me never wanted this day to come."

And that was it. His mask of heartlessness returned as he stared of into space with beady black eyes. Rude and Johnny sat on opposite ends of the cabin, not looking at each other, and an eerie silence permeated for the remainder of the trip.

The trip wasn't all that long. The helicopter landed in the middle of an empty street, the people who would have otherwise been walking up and down it apparently out to look for loved ones who may have been on one of the fallen plates, or to just take in the destruction. The occupants piled out, making a crow's flight line to the pub across the road. Aeris followed obediently, not seeing any sense in trying to escape. For one, it was impractical to try, what with three Turks surrounding her, and secondly, she didn't want things deviating more than they already had.

The pub was a part of the "Goblins Inn" franchise, as shown by the black and neon green sign that ran down the side. The outside wall was decorated with arches painted in fake gold, and several large, tinted windows. A brick apartment complex stood over it, not offering anything impressive to the eye, and remaining inconspicuous compared to the gaudy colored watering hole.

The inside was a bit nicer and more modern. A laser light dance floor with multi-colored tiles was situated to the right of the door, near the middle of the establishment. A large multi-surface metal ball hung high above the dance area, slowly turning, allowing flashing lights and lasers to deflect off of it at different angles. Tables were placed on a raised, carpeted platform, surrounding the empty dancing area. In the back of the large room was the bar, which was made of polished black wood, and was adorned with silver hand and foot rails. Small blue lights which were situated all along the bar were blocked mostly by empty stools, save for a couple of past-middle aged women dressed in flamboyant and some would say age-inappropriate clothing. They were too drunk to notice the mostly dark clad newcomers enter the darkened establishment. Oddly enough, They Must Be Giant's "Damn, It's So Loud In Here" was booming through the speakers, though this was the only sound in the whole place.

Rude sat at the end of the bar opposite the two women, followed by Aeris, Tseng, and Johnny. The large television set over their heads was turned off, for what reasons no one cared to guess. The bar stools were very cushy, and were covered in a blue-ish cotton based cloth of some type. However, no one was too interested in their seats, as a very important element from any bar type scene was conspicuously absent.

"Where's the fuckin' barkeep?!" Johnny said aloud, slowly looking around, making sure whoever was supposed to be tending bar wasn't hiding in plain sight.

A moment later, a man in a white button down shirt and black apron appeared from a door supposedly leading into the back kitchen. He was also wearing black pants and shoes, which is only being brought up so you don't think he's NOT wearing pants or shoes. He strode up to the foursome, an apologetic look on his face. He was just about to ask what they would all like to drink when Johnny shot his arm out, ready to grab the young man by the collar and yell at him for keeping them waiting. However, Tseng's hand intercepted Johnny's arm just as it got a hold of the bartender, causing him to lighten his grip.

Tseng didn't even look at Johnny as he said "There is one thing we never, EVER do. We don't threaten bar tenders. As any good Turk would know, drinking is a part of our livelihood. You don't bite the hand that feeds you, and you don't choke the man who serves your drinks."

Johnny relaxed his arm and mumbled a word of apology to the young man, who simply nodded and went on to ask the four what they wanted, starting with Johnny, who was closest.

"Red Dawg lager."

"A banana strawberry screwdriver."

Johnny gave Tseng a comically disgusted look, "That's a girl's drink!"

"I'll take a One-Up," Aeris informed the barkeep shyly. She noticed him raise an eyebrow at the request for a soda in a bar, but he said nothing of it.

Rude shrugged and asked for "The strongest thing you got."

Tseng glared at Rude in response to this. "May I remind you we're still on duty?"

"I know," Rude replied softly, "That's why I only ordered one."

This is nuts... Aeris began thinking to herself, Why am I sitting in a singles bar with the Turks after thousands of people just lost their lives?! What possessed Tseng to take us here... especially after having one of his own men killed... or so he thinks... I hope I reacted in time.  I hope I did the right thing. Wait.. right thing? If I wanted to do the right thing, I would've stopped all of this from happening in the first place! I always assumed I was put here to make sure things went the way they did last time... but with so much having already changed... what do I do now?! I'm sure certain things will still happen, but how do I...

Tseng's voice then was heard, "Aeris?"

The flower girl blinked, and realized she was staring down at her clear, bubbly soda. She stirred herself out of her worries for a moment, and slowly locked eyes with her captor, who spoke again once he was sure he had Aeris' attention. "I've offered you a last hurrah before I'm forced to surrender you over to Hojo. But you're just sitting there... why?"

Aeris did not try to stop the tears that started to leak from her eyes. "How can you act so casual after what just happened?!"

"People die all the time, Aeris. You know that. You hear them, isn't that correct? It's one of your abilities as an Ancient, I know this. No one death is treated as any more tragic than another, unless it's some celebrity," Tseng responded, a bit of spite showing as he finished, "Just because it was thousands of people does not make it..."

"You don't understand!" Aeris snapped accidentally, unable to contain herself. "It... it wasn't supposed to happen like this... everything, it... I..." And with that, she buried her head into her arms, and started sobbing uncontrollably.

"What's with her?" Johnny enquired with a rude tone.

"It must be her clairvoyance getting the better of her. So many people dying at once must have a profound, cumulative effect," Tseng guessed.

"It's not that," Aeris managed to mumble audibly enough to be heard in between sobs. She raised her head again, tears glistening in the bare light of the small pub down her round, gorgeous face. "I actually CARE about life, Tseng. All life, even those of my enemies. You should learn to care, Tseng, because if you don't, one day, you'll die too, and there'll be no one to cry for you," and with that, she put her head back down, ...except me, she finished to herself.

The four sat in silence, with the exception of an audible whimper or sob that emanated from Aeris on occasion. It stayed this way for the next 40-odd minutes, after which Aeris suddenly stood up off from her stool. Tseng was about to say something, when Aeris slowly turned around, and muttered something along the lines of "It's time, let's get this over with," which no one really caught, yet somehow understood. Tseng uncaringly flung a 20-gil piece at the bar, and escorted the young woman out, followed at a distance by his two men.

***

Hojo was an older, half-Wutainese man, as evidenced by his slightly slanted eyes and pitch black hair, which went down to his mid back in an oily pony tail, though a few rebellious strands did find their way in front of his slightly wrinkled face. He was about five foot seven, but his permanently slouched form made him look closer to five foot four. Thick, circular glasses seemed to float in front of his black, beady eyes. His long, white lab coat floated behind him like a cape as he marched slowly down the metallic hallway, his leather sandals barely making any noise as they struck softly against the grated surface. Large fluorescent lights, placed an even five feet apart on the ceiling lit the corridor on the way to the helicopter hangar bay, which was exactly where he happen to be headed.

Hojo came upon two SOLDIERs guarding a thick, octangular metal doorway, and only stopped when he was less than an inch from colliding with the door. He slowly glanced up at the SOLDIER next to the control panel, who stood his ground and did not look back.

"Well?! Are you going to let me through? I'd say 'or what' in conjunction, but that would be giving you an option you DON'T HAVE," the scientist spat in a nasally voice.

"We require identification, sir!"

Hojo scowled at this, and gave the SOLDIER a death-cold look. "Don't you know who I AM?! I don't have to waste my precious time playing the red-tape game, now OPEN this DOOR!"

"Sir, we cannot do that without proper identific..."

And with that, Hojo pushed the much larger man clear into the wall, the impact breaking two of the SOLDIER's ribs. He let a small scream escape his lips before clutching himself and falling to one knee. The other SOLDIER just stood there in stupefied shock as Hojo shook his head, and activated the door manually. It slid open with a hiss vertically down the middle, and without wasting another moment, Hojo retreated into the chamber beyond.

It was just then that the helicopter was engaging in post-landing operations, which basically meant making sure the propellers were going slow enough so that no one trying to vacate the small craft would get blown to the ground. The room was deceptively large, with five other helicopters on either side of the completely metal room. There was a catwalk present on either side, which lead to a total of five observation bays, one in the center, and two on either side. Opposite of where Hojo stood was the bay door, which was just starting to close. Blinking blue lights indicated an "all clear" as workers began cleaning up the debris the helicopter had blown in. Hojo had a wicked smile prepared, but it turned into a despondent frown when his quarry emerged...

"Why isn't she in shackles?! That thing is dangerous, she should be properly restrained!" the irate scientist yelled out to no one in particular.

"She is not dangerous," Tseng insisted as the four made their way to his position.

"Quiet, you over-glorified nitwit! And not dangerous, you say? Then what's THIS?!" And with that, Hojo grabbed Aeris' wrist, and presented her bracelet. "You didn't even take her materia off her?!"

Tseng shrugged neutrally. "A simple oversight," he explained.

Hojo grabbed the two materia orbs, with only a hint of protest from their owner. "So where's Reno? Finally show his true colors?" he asked the Turk leader.

Tseng blinked. "Y-you knew?"

"Everyone did, you dolt. The only mystery about him was why you kept him around as long as you did... We were starting to suspect you of being a mole too, except that you're not smart enough to be one," Hojo responded bitterly.

Tseng was about to retort when Hojo waved him off, and stared intently at his captive. Aeris locked gazes with the other man, and saw something in his eyes that sent a chill down her spine. She wasn't sure what it was or how to explain it, but assumed because she knew what was to come...

"You're mine again, specimen C-2. And this time, I'll make double certain that a bunch of miscreants don't bust you out like they did with you and your mother all those years ago. If that entrepreneurstic Dio didn't hold so much influence, you know I'd have him and his allies killed," Hojo hissed.

"You forget that it was Sephiroth who let us go," Aeris replied in a mocking tone, rubbing in the fact that Hojo's prize had betrayed him back then.

"And I'm surprised that you remembered..." Hojo muttered quietly. He then spoke louder, directly to his captive, "So tell me, how long did it take for C-1 to succumb to the poison?"

"P-poison?" Aeris asked in mild shock.

"Yes, the poison. I had implanted a small device in her neck that would pump a nasty bio-agent into her blood if she ever left the building. I assume it went off, so tell me, how long did she manage to cling to her pathetic existence?"

Aeris' eyes suddenly filled with hate, and found herself lunging for the smaller man.  Rude got a hand on her, but some how, it wasn't enough to restrain her. She continued forward, as her world went into slow motion while her vision blurred all around her, as though she were speeding up. She launched her free left hand at Hojo's face, but would not be rewarded with hitting him.

With uncanny speed, Hojo caught the young woman's arm and twisted it around. Aeris instinctively followed the motion to go down, or risk having her wrist snapped.  She didn't hit the floor too hard, as she was being somewhat held up by the target of her fury.  Hojo grabbed Aeris' hand with his free hand so that both his hands were on hers, and glared down at the specimen menacingly.

"Don't. Defy. Me."

And with that, a loud crack echoed throughout the chamber, causing even Tseng to reel in momentary shock.  Aeris screamed louder than she ever had before, the pain of a mere broken wrist being amplified by the fact that Hojo continued to twist and squeeze even after he accomplished the assault. He then turned away, and threw the woman's arm to the ground, causing Aeris to cry out in further pain again as her mauled hand and wrist collided with the cold, and unforgivingly hard metal floor.

After taking a few steps away from the wailing woman, Hojo nonchalantly called out for Tseng to have her brought to his lab.

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