Reno gave her a squeeze, and he gave a nod, and he mouthed the words right back. It was a pretty sensitive phone, but to hell with all of it, it was good to hear.
If Tseng heard, he was at least diplomatic enough to keep it to himself. Or too distracted by his indexing to notice, though that was less likely. "We can hope Hojo's numbering system was atypical," he said, not believing it himself. 31 others. His, Reno's, Rude's, Cissnei's, and that was going to sting. "Hojo had at least one lab facility referred to only as 'deepground.' Even my clearance can't access those records. Brute-force hacking would take years, but the President has to know where some of the keys are."
Some, but not necessarily all. Rufus Shinra had held the presidency for a damned short time before the whole empire had collapsed, along with the city of Midgar.
"Some's better than... nothin', right?" Reno was holding a breath and he swallowed the lump in his throat and he didn't dare open his mouth again or the rest would come spilling out. That Rede grew up never seeing the sky and nobody ever told him they cared until this weekend and the kid had looked like he was going to break down and fucking cry when he'd been told that he had to go back. Back with a gun. And maybe Tseng would have enough tact to not call Reno on that choked noise he just made.
Better than nothing, but not good enough. Tseng did not accept failure from his Turks, and that went double for himself. Think.
A moment later, there was renewed vigor to his typing. "We're approaching this from the wrong direction," Tseng said.
It was going to take Reno another moment before he could reply. He had to breathe. Okay. This was a good sign, right? Right, it had to be. Okay.
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Date: 2008-05-01 05:38 am (UTC)If Tseng heard, he was at least diplomatic enough to keep it to himself. Or too distracted by his indexing to notice, though that was less likely. "We can hope Hojo's numbering system was atypical," he said, not believing it himself. 31 others. His, Reno's, Rude's, Cissnei's, and that was going to sting. "Hojo had at least one lab facility referred to only as 'deepground.' Even my clearance can't access those records. Brute-force hacking would take years, but the President has to know where some of the keys are."
Some, but not necessarily all. Rufus Shinra had held the presidency for a damned short time before the whole empire had collapsed, along with the city of Midgar.
"Some's better than... nothin', right?" Reno was holding a breath and he swallowed the lump in his throat and he didn't dare open his mouth again or the rest would come spilling out. That Rede grew up never seeing the sky and nobody ever told him they cared until this weekend and the kid had looked like he was going to break down and fucking cry when he'd been told that he had to go back. Back with a gun. And maybe Tseng would have enough tact to not call Reno on that choked noise he just made.
Better than nothing, but not good enough. Tseng did not accept failure from his Turks, and that went double for himself. Think.
A moment later, there was renewed vigor to his typing. "We're approaching this from the wrong direction," Tseng said.
It was going to take Reno another moment before he could reply. He had to breathe. Okay. This was a good sign, right? Right, it had to be. Okay.
"We are, sir?"