"With the money we're going to spend here tonight, I certainly hope they wouldn't," Reno mused, making his way toward the bar, ordering his pahsanatini, and then looking back across the room, eyes sliding right by Tseng even while he made mental notes about the mission.

He remembered this one. Some big shot from Midgar, not a great person, certainly not the President's favorite, but influential enough politically that the loss would be felt across the city. And there was a dignitary from Wutai here tonight. Tseng was to kill the Midgardian politician to further cement the President's footing at the seat of power, and then frame the Wutaian so that the President had an obvious reason to push the occupation and restructuring of Wutai. One of the events that, a few years down the road, led to his own 'vacation' in Wutai after the dropping of the plate.

His eyes came to rest on where people were gathering for the tour.

"Ah, hurry, hurry," he urged the bartender, "we're going to miss it! There are only two tours in a day, you know!"