Tseng sighed, leaning back in his seat and furrowing his eyebrows at the traffic that passed him by in the street outside the window. It was odd, really, how in spite of the view of the ocean past the roadway, Junon felt so much more like Midgar than Edge, these days.

The girl claimed to be a Turk. Naturally, the thing to do would be to demand her identification card, to make her prove it.

She was close to Zack. She possibly had the means to save the lives of the Turks that he'd failed to keep alive.

His brow creased even further. The rock had been met with a hard place.