Iris settled back on her heels, taking a few snapshots of their Hojo and Smoochy masterpiece for her own safe keeping (though she'd get a copy of the video from Reno too, later, since she needed that in all sorts of ways). She felt tired, but… happy.
In an ugly, wrung out sort of way.
She'd done her work in setting the charges they were using to burn the mansion to the ground and Reno was off adding, he'd said, a few special touches. Since, of the two of them, he was the explosives expert, Iris let him be.
Tseng (any Tseng) hadn't replied to their selfie yet. It had been a bit.
From most of them, she could wait.
From the one here, though, she needed to contact him. Iris didn't know Sephiroth or Cloud's minds well enough to feel them at great distances.
But she knew Zack's mind—any Zack—enough to know exactly where he was and he was close. They were running out of time.
She huffed out a breath, set her elbows on her knees, looking up at their handiwork, and then hit the speed dial for the boss.
[NOTE: Second verse, same as the first. Talk of torture, actual murder, torture, and blowing up a building in it.]
In an ugly, wrung out sort of way.
She'd done her work in setting the charges they were using to burn the mansion to the ground and Reno was off adding, he'd said, a few special touches. Since, of the two of them, he was the explosives expert, Iris let him be.
Tseng (any Tseng) hadn't replied to their selfie yet. It had been a bit.
From most of them, she could wait.
From the one here, though, she needed to contact him. Iris didn't know Sephiroth or Cloud's minds well enough to feel them at great distances.
But she knew Zack's mind—any Zack—enough to know exactly where he was and he was close. They were running out of time.
She huffed out a breath, set her elbows on her knees, looking up at their handiwork, and then hit the speed dial for the boss.
[NOTE: Second verse, same as the first. Talk of torture, actual murder, torture, and blowing up a building in it.]