shots leradine will give you a faceful of buckshot (doublebarrel) wrote in missions, @ 2012-08-01 00:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! mini log, ! thread, archibald rude, plot: edea in midgar, shots leradine |
it went bang bang bang straight through my heart.
WHO: Bree Shots Leradine & Archibald Rude.
WHAT: Turks on stakeout! With all the awkwardness that implies, considering she once wanted to ask him to the festival. Mini-log.
WHEN: 07/31.
WHERE: Upper plate Midgar, in a car outside Shin-Ra HQ.
Ten days. Ten days they had been in the city. It had meant long hours from morning to evening, slipping out into the streets until they finally trudged back to Wesson's apartment at night -- first, they dispersed rioters around headquarters, then started slowly mapping the Shin-Ra building itself and picking away at its defenses, trying to find nooks and crannies in the armour. No simple task, considering the near-endless resources at the company's disposal. But there had to be a way. They would get inside. Given time, persistence, and enough fancy gadgets provided by Lani's parents, they would find a way to break into their own HQ.
But for now, Shots sat slouched in the passenger seat of a Shin-Ra regulation issue automobile, green-tinted binoculars raised to her eyes. They saw right through the outer layer of the building, and she could see the white, ghostlike spiderweb of skeletons walking through the hallways. (It was a Scan, an X-ray of some sort -- wonderful tech gadgets indeed.) It looked like the scientists and paper-pushers were still hard at work as ever.
"Do you think I should send an email to Headmaster Cid? Valentine and I came up with a cover story for why we're in Midgar but I can't bring myself to write the letter, in case it raises more questions than it answers. But we've been gone for a whole week now. They must be noticing our absence. I hope they're not drawing connections as a result of it, when it's really quite difficult to otherwise draw parallels between all of us. I told my roommate--" And Locke. "--that I was stuck in the city, which might have been a mistake, a security breach, but it's fairly obvious that we're gone anyway so I needed some excuse for it. Do you think it was a mistake?"
Rude's indomitable silence made it worse; it made her talk more, struggling and flailing to fill the void, words like waves crashing against his outer hull.