It was two years since the ‘crisis’ and the iron curtain of Shin-Ra, Incorporated. AVALANCHE, led by Cloud Strife defeated the evil Sephiroth, an elite SOLDIER who went mad and went on journey to find his ‘mother’ JENOVA. The meteor was destroyed and the word Shin-Ra hasn’t been heard since. Mako reactors have been quarantined and destroyed and has stopped the life source sucking machines into debris. The man who led this operation was Barett Wallace, born in Corel Village and helped in the effort to put down the dreaded corporation and prevent the end of the world.
He and other former resistance groups have formed ‘The United Nations of AVALANCHE’ or TUNA for short. Barett, the president and other leaders now maintain the Alliance. The major focus in this government was the maintenance of the planet. The Shin-Ra Special Forces group, SOLDIER is now commanded under arms of TUNA. The new SOLDIER has now discarded the Mako injections into the body and has vaccinated the SOLDIERS who were formally with Shin-Ra.
The people of the world are happy, but some do not embrace this time of prosperity.............
A man in a white coat sat in a chair his hands tapping the leather handles of it. His face was half covered by a white bandanna. His mouth drooped of boredom and inpatient. The young’s may eyes wondered around the large office. He banged the desk and yelled: "Were the hell is he?! I don’t got all damn day," he said. He put his hand next to his right cheek and sighed. His knee wobbled because of his short temper. Footsteps were heard from the right side.
A fat and chubby man walked and opened the door know holding a brown briefcase. "Hey Mr. Shinra!" he said enthusiastically. "Enough with the sucking up. Do you have the intelligence report? So we won’t be here in this small building. This is not fit for me. Personally I think AVALANCHE should be locked up here! Not me! For destroying everything I had!" he yelled. "Yup! Yup! Yup!" the fat man said as he clumsily walked to the desk. "God, Palmer stop that crap." Rufus said. His head peered at him and Palmer’s happy mood died down. "Here it is." Palmer said as he unclipped the locks of the briefcase. Rufus’ hand took put a few papers out of the case. His eyes peered and he grinned. "Perfect, but no one’s gonna-" Rufus stopped. "We need money, sir," said Palmer. "I know. "We need someone to get into the lab in Terre and someone to assassinate the president. Now, Shin-Ra will be resurrected. It’ll make the government in chaos and they’ll have to choose me! Their leader!" he said proudly. "Immobilize the- Oh I am so used to saying that, and by the way. Can you try and get The Turks? Can you?" Rufus suddenly asked. "But- But- We have no money. Nothing- you think they would, sirrrr?" the fat man said. Rufus stood up and turned around. "Yes." Shin-Ra said. "They have to. We’ll have to steal that artifact out of the building." Shin-ra said. "It’s just a old fairy tale. The same thing might-" Palmer talked slowly. " But the in these reports indicate there experiments a success. Well this thing was found after Wutai War. Seems like a-" Rufus stopped. "But it might be not worth it." Palmer said. "It will. This object controls the flow of the lifestream. Anyways your fired." the ex-president said. He slowly opened the drawer in his small cramped desk. His right hand gripped a silver pistol. Palmer turned back and walked to the door. Rufus stood and said: "Here’s your last check!!" A silver bullet flashed out of the pistol recoiling the president’s arm.
Palmer not noticing the bullet. His fat body jolted and shook, and then he fell. Blood flowed from the back of the body. The Space Program leader was now dead. "Anyone who doesn’t like me can just get a bullet. Even that President of there’s." Rufus said. "I know your gonna say I am mad. But well it’s too late for that............
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