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A Small Spot on the Beach, Monday Afternoon

There had been kids. Showing up out of the blue, being bloody adorable at them with introductions and some more over breakfast. There'd been worry about two of them taking off to feed ducks, and more worry that morning about what would happen to one of them when he went back home.

But right now? Right now was all about not worrying about any of that. Right now, Reno, Rikku, Ruba, and Rede had found their way to the beach. With umbrellas of varying sizes for both the wee, and not-so-wee.

For family time.

"Bet I can make a bigger splash in that puddle than you can," Reno mused.

[For le aforementioned bits of family!]

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"The ... facility, sir?" Rede said. He wasn't flinching. Turks weren't scared of stupid things like labs where Hojo did weird experiments on them.

That little Turk could speak for himself. Reno was terrified.

Doing a good job not showing it, but he was terrified.

"You'll be given a list of names and phone numbers, newbie. You're to call every number on that list until someone agrees to come and take you out of there."

Righto. Pip-pip, and all that jolly good shit.

"First name on the list is gonna be me. Another me. Because sendin' you back means that nobody there's gonna know what happened here. Any of it. They ain't gonna know you're a Turk now, or that you earned your name. You gotta... Gotta let 'em know. But... subtly-like, or whatever. Think you can do that?"

"I'll try, sir," Rede said uncertainly. Except he was a Turk. Right? He set his chin and tried not to be scared. "If n-no one wants to take me out of there, what should I do?"

"Keep trying," Reno said, firmly. That extra bit of a firm edge in his voice wasn't that he was trying to be hard on the boy. It was that he was trying like hell not to let Rede see him crack.

"If you do get a hold of that other me, first, keep trying. If I hang up, try again. I'm a stubborn son of a bitch, kid, but you gotta be just as stubborn."

Kid had his blood in him, and all.

"Just havin' my personal number is gonna probably get my attention. That'll be a good start. Sayin' things like Hojo's name, that'll probably help. Ain't many kids out there that know about Hojo and the sick shit he does." And it was sick shit, and he wasn't worried about watching his mouth so much, just so long as it kept him from freaking out and throwing things. There weren't many things to throw on the beach, there. He'd probably wind up having to go wading to retrieve his umbrella.

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"And someone will come for me," Rede said, trying desperately not to sound as relieved as he felt. He could be stubborn, if it meant that. Getting out of that ... lab-place. "If I'm a good Turk and I follow my assignment someone will ... come for me."

"Right," Reno agreed. And then, because... well, because it felt like the thing to do, he stooped down so that he could be on eye-level with the little Turk.

"But Hojo's not gonna like you just walkin' off. So, even though you're gonna try like hell not to get caught, you gotta have back-up plans too, zoto. Very important, havin' a plan B."

"Y-yes, sir," Rede said, nodding quickly. He hoped that plan B was not to be experimented on by Hojo some more. That would be a very unpleasant plan B. "What's my plan B?"

Reno had to shut his eyes for a moment, and draw in a deep breath, and get his head around the fact that he was saying this to a seven-year-old. His seven-year-old. Who he was sending back to ... to hell, dammit.

He was sending his kid back to hell with a wish and a prayer and strict instructions not to get caught by the devil on the way out.

"We're not sendin' you in unarmed, Rede. If anyone gets too close and tries to stop you, you stop 'em first." He mimed a gun with one finger. Bang. "You don't get a second chance if you don't. Understand?"

"Yes, sir," Rede said, his stomach feeling all churny again. "Sh-should I try ... threatening first? Or ..."

He was tough. He could do this. Turks did all kinds of scary things like shooting Hojo all the time.

Reno shook his head.

"No." And again, he hoped he wasn't coming across as too cold, or gruff, or whatever the hell he was coming across as. But if it wasn't this, then it wasn't going to be pretty. "They come at you, you got no time to reason with 'em. It's you first, in there. Until you arrange a pickup, nobody's gonna be on your side, Rede."

He hated, hated, hated ShinRa right now. So damn much.

"You're sure that's okay?" Rede asked. And now Reno was going to decide he didn't have what it took, if he had to ask stupid questions and be scared like this, and wasn't gonna give him a weapon or any numbers at all, because Rede wasn't Turk material after all.

"Positive," Reno replied. "It's what we do. We go in there, and we get the job done, no matter what. Because we're Turks, zoto."

He put a hand on Rede's shoulder.

"Just gotta do it once, Rede. And then nobody'll ever make you do it again."

They'd better not. Or Reno would find his way to whatever parallel universe timeline shit he came from, and he'd punch himself in the teeth for letting it happen.

"Yes, sir," Rede said, keeping his chin up. "You can count on me, sir."

He was a Turk now. He could do it. He'd make them proud.

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