"We can definitely make a pit-stop at the Gold Saucer," Reno smirked, settling down a little more. It had been a long day. They'd both been roughed up by a god. Maybe now was as good a time as any to just lay down. "Maybe rent a stupid giant turkey if you really wanna test-drive the colored poultry. There're probably chunks of Sector Eight that haven't crumbled yet. Could show you the old stompin' grounds, zoto."

Turks jurisdiction. Also occasionally plagued by behemoths, Genesis clones, robots gone bad, and nosy SOLDIER boys.