"What have we gotten ourselves into?!" Quistis dropped to her knees, hands raising to hold the sides of her head. Seifer leaned cockily against the opposite wall, trying to ignore the expanse of leg that revealed itself when her skirt slid up...and failing miserably. Somehow, he still managed to look cocky though.
"We still have our lives," Seifer shrugged, the gray of his trenchcoat moving right along with the muscles underneath. Quistis glared up at him.
"I'd rather die that do whatever he has in mind!" she spat. She added," I can't believe I was attracted to him," for the benefit of the camera she was sure was hidden in the cell. Rather surprised that she didn't hiss like a cat, Seifer simply narrowed his eyes slightly at her last remark. "Besides, a lot of good being alive does if we're slaves." Quistis got to her feet, rubbing her arms and glancing around the cell disdainfully. "Is this how he treats his employee?" she snorted and went to the barred door. Spotting the middle-aged guard, Quistis pouted prettily and in typical Rinoa fashion, called out to him," Excuuuuusseee me, sir!" The guard didn't look her way. This time, she did hiss and Seifer stifled his laughter as she turned to gaze at him, keenly. Eyes narrow and with a smile tinged with malice, Quistis sauntered over to him. She stood up on the balls of her feet, for even in her heels, she wasn't as tall as him, and leaned her face to within an inch of his. Her smile widened as she began to whisper.

Tom sighed. As much as he liked and respected-and feared-Mr. Rueday, he did have a family to care for. That family took precedence over guarding some corner worker and her constantly angry pimp. Though she was a looker, Tom thought and stood up a little straighter. If he wasn't a married man, he'd be tempted to take her up on her offer. But sadly, he was married and with a family. Which brought him back full circle to the fact that he had a family to take care of.
A moaning sound reached his ears, and he frowned. His fingers tightened into a fist when he realized what cell it was coming from. Slowly, stealthily-or as stealthily a man of his size could move-Tom crept to the cell door, and swallowed convulsively.
The blonde hooker was pressed up against the cell door, inches from where he was standing, her fists wrapped around the bars behind her. Her pimp was kissing her neck mercilessly, pressing her body into the bars until Tom thought it would hurt. The girl only moaned with pleasure.
Unsure of himself but drawn to the pair, Tom crept a little bit closer, his hand coming to rest on hers. Her deep blue eyes opened to look at him, and he felt the sensation of drowning as he looked into their depths. Then she was smiling wickedly, and the tall pimp was beside her with a just as evil grin. Too late, Tom backed up, but not before the keys were removed from his belt. Seconds after this realization, he was on the floor, passed out cold from a Sleep spell.
Quistis stared down at the unconscious guard with a mixture of contempt and pity. "Sex," she chortled, but she hoped Rueday would spare him for his lapse into human tendencies.
Seifer watched her ministrations-or more accurately, her legs-and mockingly raised his eyes to her face when she turned. She glared at him suspiciously, and he raised an eyebrow.
"Not you too," she muttered, pulling the hem of her skirt down before following Seifer out of the cell. They ran up the stairs, Seifer's coat flying out behind him, and Quistis faltering in her heels. Seething in frustration, she stopped, pulled the shoes off, and continued. "Whoever invented heels needs to be shot," she said to the back of Seifer's head, and continued to mutter obscenities and insults about males.
Seifer said nothing, but a smirk crossed his face.
"Well, aren't you going to say anything about my charm?" she demanded, well-aware that her constant comments would have annoyed even the laid-back Irvine.
"No, Instructor," he drawled, shooting her a leering glance, almost positive that she was about ready to throw her shoes at him. Instead she crossed her eyes, tripped over a stair, and hissed when she regained her balance. "It's just that most women's legs wouldn't look nearly as good without heels, so you should be thankful that a smart male invented them." The stiletto that whizzed past his head made him wince inwardly. "Careful, Instructor, you're wasting money, throwing the stuff you bought everywhere."
"Shut-up, Zell!" she shot back, evil grin crossing her face. Seifer scowled at her and slashed a hand through the air-a gesture that clearly meant 'shut-up'. "'Whaddya doin, Chicken? Swatting flies?'" she taunted.
"And how's your boyfriend, Rinoa?" he retorted. "Still as bored with you as ever?" He knew it was cruel, but not nearly as cruel as the heel of the second shoe that smacked him in the head a few seconds later. There were a few moments of silence, the only sound the pattering of feet running up the stairs. Quistis' brow furrowed.
"Did you disable the cameras while I put the guard to sleep?"
"No." He prepared himself for the onslaught of disapproval and wasn't disappointed.
"No?!" Quistis tripped over the first shoe she'd thrown, scooped it up without missing a beat, and continued running. "Why not? Now they can see who it was, where we're going, hear our conversations! What were you thinking, Sei-?!"
Pride wounded, an angry Seifer spun around, ever-changing eyes now a hard green, and he didn't flinch when she ran into him. He took hold of her arm roughly and pulled her close to where her face was an inch from his. "Listen to me, Rinoa." His eyes blazed into hers, filled with green fire, but his voice dropped to a level that only she could hear. "What if I had taken out the cameras? What would Rueday think? Amateurs wouldn't think to do that, and he thinks we're amateurs! All he thinks we have is a tiny bit of military and magic training that he finds useful. Why change that? If he thinks we're harmless, he's more likely to let down his guard! Besides, we aren't going to get out of here without Hyperion, it takes too long to summon. And we don't want to escape! We just want him to think we're pawns!" His grip tightened on her arm. "We'll prove it to-" He broke off and released her arm. But he didn't release her gaze.
She stared at him. "Seifer," she whispered inaudibly. Her azure eyes wouldn't-couldn't-wrench away from his emerald ones, and unconsciously, she reached out a hand toward him. Though is glare didn't drop to the outstretched hand, he was aware of it and turned his back. Quistis' mouth parted and her eyes widened with hurt. Slowly, reluctantly, her hand dropped back to her side and she squeezed her eyes shut. When she opened them, they were the eyes of the ice princess, the untouchable perfect SeeD, cold and blank.
Only the mission, Quistis, she told herself. Remember the mission. Lips stretched into a straight line that could never be called thin, Quistis stepped around Seifer and continued running up the stairs, taking the lead.
Seifer watched her disappear around the corner, and shook his head. It's for the best, he told himself. I have to prove myself and I can't do that with a biased instructor. A scowl crossed his face. I don't need anyone anyway! Women, he scoffed. They just get in the way. Convinced, or so he told himself, he went after Quistis.
And came face-to-face with Martin Rueday's unearthly green eyes. Quistis was being held by a huge man, unceremoniously tossed over his shoulder. Seifer's eyes narrowed at the hand resting dangerously high on her legs.
"Zell," Martin smiled and someone hit Seifer in the jaw. Shaking his head to clear it, Seifer lifted a hand to his chin but refused to fall. Is this how they knocked Quistis out? His eyes narrowed even more. Another punch came flying out of the darkness into the other side of his face. And another and another. But still Seifer stood, crouched defensively. He reached inside himself for a Cura, but a gathering of magic caught his attention.
Lila, apology written on her face, was casting a spell. Seifer recognized the yellow lights and stars as they headed for him, cursing himself for junction negligence. How he hated those damn Sleep-
Seifer's body was caught by another burly man before it hit the ground. Biting her lip, Lila moved closer to see the damage, but Martin held her back with a warning look. Sighing, she turned and trudged up the stairs, back to the bedroom she'd been summoned from, to mood about being so unappreciated.
"Lila," the voice of her brother stopped her. "I'll have him sent to infirmary for damage repair." Despite the technical terms, Martin's voice was amused. Lila nodded, slowly, but as soon as she was out of sight, a brilliant smile bloomed on her face, and she dashed up the stairs.
Martin watched his sister go and an amused smile crossed his face. Silly girl, he thought. It's too bad she got the sorceress abilities and was so afraid to use them. He shrugged inwardly. At least she knew how to follow orders.
"Boss?" one of the men spoke up. He shifted the blonde woman on his shoulder. "Whaddya want us to do with these two?"
"Take the man to the infirmary," he replied. The smile grew wider. "Take the woman to the chamber."