The three of them were on a top secret mission to infiltrate this odd little boarding school off the eastern coast of the New Continent, close to Kalm. It had opened up in the last few years and since its opening has had a series of disappearances and other strange occurrences.
The most prominent fact is the correlation between the disappearances of the girls and the sudden increase in a certain kind of monsters…
And the school was well known for its heightened science program for youths.
Yuffie was here, because she fit the profile for the abducted girls. There could be a good chance she could get caught and she would be the mole.
Cloud was to snoop around and investigate the school any way he could. Vincent was back-up in case things went south, or if they needed cover fire from afar.
Cloud still thought that Shelke should be here. She could just hack and stuff and get the info faster.
“One of these days…I’m going to kill Reeve for this…at least I’m not the one in a skirt this time.” Once in that purple monstrosity had been enough.
Top secret my arse. It seemed less like a mission and more like a social experiment gone wrong to Yuffie. Granted, she liked the idea of beating the snot out of things, but perhaps not at the risk of being caught dead in this unflattering get-up. It was just Tuesti playing games again, it had to be. He just enjoyed making her suffer, that’s what it was. Still frowning, the undercover hellion propped her head miserably up with her hand as she gazed unhappily around the room. How anyone could willingly spend time in here, she didn’t know.
“You do have the legs for it though…” Offhandedly the youth quipped at her blonde haired companion before shooting an entirely dirty look in Vincent’s direction. He wasn’t even sitting near the other students, what kind of piss-poor nark did that make him then? Hopping up out of her chair to wiggle her backside somewhat mockingly at the former Turk, the dark haired girl perched atop her desk finally as she bit back the urge to start spitting venom at the gaggle of girls shooting goo-goo eyes at her colleagues.
Directing a glance that screamed ‘Back off, these stud-muffins are mine!’ at the girls in question, the materia thief sank her elbows into her knees as she leant forwards to fully stake her claim upon the people she dared to consider friends. If truth be told, she didn’t much feel like being abducted and felt that given the right eyeliner and a fancy frock, Mr.Strife would’ve fared much better, but that was hardly fitting with her reputation. She was the great-and-honourable-Yuffie! She could do anything!
Even if it happened to be enduring a terrible lesson, driving Vincent up the wall, attempting to lure Cloud into drag and kicking bad guy butt.