ShinRa Research Wing

[Tseng]

Tseng rolled his eyes barely noticeably to Reno's obnoxious 'Dot-Man' concept. Irritating as the man was he was one of the best and Tseng wouldn't want to do a mission of this caliber without him and his silent companion. Tseng just preferred Rude's silence over Reno's annoyance.

"Tseng." He spoke in a rather commanding tone oddly at first just saying his own name. "My name is Tseng, Reno. I'd rather you called me that than...'Dot-Man'. Are we clear?"

He didn't even look back at Reno, his head never turned nor did his pace behind Heideggar slow. He expected compliance out of his subordinate and would get rather testy and irritable if his order wasn't followed. He put up with "Boss-man" and "Boss" as it was from Reno, he would not put up with this new confounded "Dot-Man" term.

Following along behind Heideggar it wasn't long before he realized where they were headed. The Research Wing. What possibly awaited them there? Perhaps more information, though he doubted that hopeful prospect. No, it would be more along the lines of mission details on how to get to the new mako source, extract it, and load the Sister Cannon for a demonstration. All of which he'd patiently sit through even though he suspected he'd already know what to do with this assignment.

He also suspected Rufus knew that already. Why else would he send the best unless he thought only the best could handle it? The man was not one to waste valuable time and resources testing out team after team until he got the one he needed for the job. Tseng knew how he worked, knew that he only got sent in on missions Rufus deemed of either the utmost in speed or in difficulty. He believed this one to be of the latter sort. It didn't sit well with him that he and his men were being used like that, but that was what Rufus paid them for and that was what he would receive. Tseng didn't have to like his orders, just obey them.

"We are here as the President ordered, Heideggar, as such I expect a quick briefing before given full reign of this assignment. Do not limit me and I will not produce limited results. I know how to use my men to the best of their abilities and I will perform to standards. I just ask that I not be too heavily collared in this task, especially if there is to be significant risk to my life and those of the men behind me. So please, continue on."

[Reno]

Silence. God, he hated silence. It really fucked with his mind, and he had enough of that when he was a grunt. So he was thankful when Boss-man spoke, even if it was only to bitch at him. "Oi, got it, Dot-Man." With another callous thumbs-up, he merely smirked and looked over his shoulder to stare at his partner. When he did, all he could do was stick out his tongue--crimson tattoos flashing on his higher cheekbones. Now, more than ever, he held the appearance of a delinquent child... and now, more than ever, he acted like that of a delinquent child. Like I said, I'm a bad listener, yo'.

Ah, how many times he had said that. And how many times he had pissed off the Boss with his nicknames. Just like the first time Rude broke his nose for calling him 'Mr. Clean'. But, he'd do it again, damnit. Happily. It was all he could think about, reminiscing with both hands stuffed in his pockets as they headed to their destination. But, still. He didn't care enough to do much than mutter an impatient, "Are we there yet?" Such the child, but such the use in combat. When all else failed, he was there... and when he was there--

Oi... No smoking, eh? Why th' hell they bring me here, then?

He snuck one cancer stick from his pocket and peeked up at the two that were conversing infront of him: Boss-man and Horseshit. While they were busy, he drew out his lighter so that he could knock off a bar from his nicotine craving while he waited to get some more information on the mission. "Oiii... Whaddya' think they really want us ta' get out there, Partner?" What kind of answer did he get, one may ask? The same fucking answer he managed to get everytime: Rude shrugged. He stood there, and shrugged. Even after knowing the man for more years than he could count with the use of fingers, he rarely spoke.

"You really gotta' talk more than that, Rude. We ain't gonna' get anywhere if my only conversation is with th' walkin' doorbell, yo'." All he could do was sigh. He had a penchant for gossip, and couldn't say shit if the man he gossipped to spoke as much as a celibate man got laid. He'd be better off trading intellectual blows with Scarlet, if she could lift her mouth off Shachou's cock long enough for that. "How much longer's this gonna' take? I ain't pullin' overtime today, yo'." Not to mention, this shit was boring, and on-top of that, he was starting to sober up.

[Squall Leonhart]

[You two can feel free to NPC Heidegger, or to skip ahead and already have the Materia in hand. If you want to know what it'd look like, it'd be in a hourglass shaped container, it is about eight inches tall, 3 inches at its widest, and the bottom half is filled with the Materia that is colored primarily three colors: blue, white, and a sea green. It also seems to sparkle.]

[Tseng]

Heideggar guffa'ed and led them further into the research rooms, using his military ID as a swipe card to gain them further and further access. It was the first time Tseng had gone so far into the Research Wing, the new Materia, then, was of high importance.

"We're just about there. One more door should do it and then you'll get your hands on what Rufus wants you to use. Gya ha ha! You'll be the first to touch it!"

Tseng scowled at the laughter but held his tongue, Rufus could very well order him to stop - for all the good that did - but Tseng had no such authority here. Reno was bitching over his shoulder and he sighed, deciding to attend to that first. "You will work as many hours as I need from you, Reno. And if you expect my name to be the signiture on your paycheck...then use it properly!" Tseng's fuse was getting shorter and shorter by the minute.

"Here we are! Stand back while I retrieve the Materia, gya ha ha!" The fat man seemed rather pleased with himself and brought up the hourglass shaped container by hitting a few buttons on a console in front of a large tube sparkling with white light. The canister rose and hovered in the sparkling air and gave off its own sparkling blue/green light to swim with the light already present. "Go on and take it. Rufus is waiting to have it loaded into the Sister Cannon and shot off. I think you know where the cannon is, right? Gya ha ha!"

Tseng bristled outright now. This 'mission' was something a low grunt should be doing, not the head of the Turks. "The simplicity of this 'mission' is beginning to irritate me. Why doesn't our glorious President have one of his own men fire this new mako instead of wasting my time?"

Heideggar blinked his pig like eyes before hardening them. "You'll do as the President commands, if he doesn't feel like wasting his men over this potentially lethal mako then let him waste yours! Now take it up to the Sister Cannon or deal with Rufus himself!"

Glaring Tseng brushed past Heideggar and reached in to pull the hourglass shaped container free, half expecting something to happen to him and half not giving a damn any more. He could've ordered Reno to do it, but he didn't trust that Reno wouldn't want to fiddle with it once he got his overly curious hands on something marked 'potentially lethal'. "Fine, but know this; I am not your dog, nor Rufus' either. Reno, Rude, come with me." With that he'd make his way out with the materia after placing it in the metal suitcase that had been provided for him for transport. Long hair was smoothed back by one hand as the other held the case, stern cold eyes glaring straight ahead with a jaw set. Tseng was not pleased in the slightest with upper management at the moment.

[Reno]

Horse-shit, as Reno had dubbed him; all talk. He yammered on with that goofy laugh, and a face so red that he looked like he was gonna' fuckin' pop. Still, he managed to keep himself in living condition while he stammered, chubby hands at his chest when he let out a horse guffaw in sync. Reno could only turn his head toward Rude and shake it once, cigarette tucked cheekily at his bottom lip.

"We're just about there. One more door should do it and then you'll get your hands on what Rufus wants you to use. Gya ha ha! You'll be the first to touch it!"

"Do y'gotta' put it like that?" God, fuckin' sick. Horse-shit saying anything should be touched for the first time; Reno mused on how many times he used that as a pick-up line. Heh, another rumor to spread at another time. For now, he had to be all business. Or, of course, Dot-man would be a fuckin' tattle-tale. He tugged his cigarette from his lips and stuck his tongue out when Tseng turned around.

"You will work as many hours as I need from you, Reno. And if you expect my name to be the signiture on your paycheck...then use it properly!"

"Whatever, yo'. I ain't gonna' be doin' this shit all night." He slung his EMR over his right shoulder and head infront of the both of 'em, while Rude seemingly stood behind and awaited orders. Like the puppy dog that he was. Reno, however, didn't feel like dealin' with Horse-shit or Dot-man when it came to such a routie kiddie-fuckin'-mission.

His jaw hung open when he stared at the cannon, cigarette sliding from his mouth and landing at his scuffed shoes below. "... Huh, this's gonna' be fun, yo'."