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SO... THIS STUPID APP DECIDED TO DELETE THIS ENTIRE CHAPTER WHILE I WAS WORKING ON 6. BECAUSE OF THAT, THIS CHAPTER MIGHT BE SHORT. I HAD TO STRETCH THE ONLY THINGS I REMEMBER AND MAKE THEM AT LEAST REASONABLY LONG, SO YEAH. THAT'S WHY THIS IS SHORT.

"Omid is coming!" Omid exclaims, opening the door. "Hello Miss Kat! The uniform is ready."

"Thanks," I smile gently, accepting the outfit. "Is this all?"

"Yes yes," he gives me a wave of the hand. "Go see Mr. Tseng now, perhaps?" I nod and walk to the elevator, ignoring the strange look some people waiting give me. Well, except for one guy with a goatee.

"Hello. You must be the new Turk." He offers a hand. "I'm Reeve Tuesti, head of Urban Development."

"Kat," I cautiously take his hand, shaking, and quickly pulling away from any unfamiliar touch.

"Kat Mcgrail? Yes, Tseng's mentioned you more than once," he chuckles. "Quite a unique girl. Funnily enough, I can't seem to find your name in any of the record books."

"Hm."

"Hey Kat!" I turn to see Reno running toward us and give him a small smile. "Whatchya doin'?"

"Just heading up to Tseng's."

"Ah. So ya got your... thing?" He motions to the uniform I hold.

"Yep." Dang, this elevator is taking forever...

"Cmon, I ain't waitin' forever." He grabs my wrist and pulls me to the stairs. " 'sides, Rude's probably waitin' on me."

We finally make it to the top of the stairs, wheezing and tired from climbing so many. He gives me a smirk, green-blue eyes glinting happily. I just roll my eyes at him and push past the door.

"Think we should cut back?"

"Nah," Reno grins. "I enjoy it too much."

"But why?" I wonder aloud. Then I shake my head. "Nevermind. I'm gonna try and figure this thing out."

Turns out, the way we're required to wear this uniform, it feels like I'm choking. And I don't know how to put this on... Huffing, I leave the bathroom and helplessly swing the tie around like it's a rope or something, Reno laughing and walking with me to Tseng's. There, I innocently hold it out.

"Um, can you help?" The director sighs and ties it around my neck, explaining it as he goes, but I'm not listening. When I steps back, I grimace. "It's so tight."

"You weren't even listening," he sighs. I shake my head with a small childish smile.

"Nope, sorry." He frowns at me with a look of disapproval and answers his ringing phone.

"Yes Sir. Excuse me?" His dark eyes flicker over to where me and Reno stand. "I'll put him on it right away, Sir. Later? Yes Sir." Then he hangs up, straightening his jacket. "Reno, you let Avalanche get away?"

"It was just Cloud and the Ancient," he shrugs.
"I would've liked a heads up, don't you think?" Tseng scowls at him. "The president has ordered that this afternoon around four you drop the Sector 7 plate."

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