"SOLDIER members were in and out of the Science Department for mako infusions and Jenova treatments. Turks, on the other hand, gave one sample for record-keeping purposes. Mostly to identify remains." There was no point mincing words; Reno knew as well as anyone what the Turk mortality rate was like.
Reno nodded. It wasn't like Tseng could hear Reno nodding. Phone, and all. But he nodded anyhow. "You, uh... Figure Hojo might've gotten his hands on those?" Record keeping. Right.
"Those are kept under a tight watch," Tseng said. More typing. More frowning. "If something gets misplaced, then we have no means of identifying Turks on the field. SOLDIERs could be asked to contribute new samples at any time. Our files were never near the Science Department to start."
Reno's breath caught.
"Someone would'a had to give 'em over, then?"
Tseng nodded. More passwords, more searches. "They might have. He had influence. But there would be a paper trail somewhere that would be checked meticulously."
Reno's eyes narrowed at that. "Depends who's handin' it over, don't it?" Okay. Right. Another deep breath. "Rede said that the program was to breed loyal Turks. Don't s'pose maybe...?"
Wasn't it possible? When all hell broke loose and the President wanted them all dead? Telling a freak like Hojo to make him some new Turks who wouldn't say 'no' didn't seem too much a stretch at that point, did it?
It didn't. That was the hell of it. "I found the event log," Tseng said, watching it fill and refill his screen with hits. "This is a place to start. If those files never left record-keeping, then he couldn't have tried cloning Turks. If they did, we'll know when, and can estimate where based on his other activities."
He frowned at the screen. If he could narrow the search parameters, that would help, but too narrow and they'd miss the one piece of information they were looking for.
Reno nodded. He was holding his breath again. He could probably hang in there for four minutes or more. Or maybe if he just clung to Rikku tightly enough, she could do all the breathing for him. She was awesome like that.
Part of him wanted there to be nothing at all. Part of him would break down into a mess if there was no way there could possibly be a Rede out there somewhere, waiting to be rescued.
He didn't speak. He just waited.
Tseng rubbed his eyes. "The output here is a list of names and departments that will need to be cross-indexed against logs from those departments, over a fifteen-year-span. It's going to take me a couple of hours to have any information for you."
Coffee. First, Tseng was going to need more coffee.
Reno nodded. Again. Lots of nodding at the telephone today. Hooray.
"He was seven. Liked croissants. Didn't care for the rain too much. Wanted... so damn hard. Just to be a Turk. Couldn't keep him. Sent him b-" He was not going to choke. He wasn't. "-Back with a list of phone numbers and a gun."
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Reno nodded. It wasn't like Tseng could hear Reno nodding. Phone, and all. But he nodded anyhow. "You, uh... Figure Hojo might've gotten his hands on those?" Record keeping. Right.
"Those are kept under a tight watch," Tseng said. More typing. More frowning. "If something gets misplaced, then we have no means of identifying Turks on the field. SOLDIERs could be asked to contribute new samples at any time. Our files were never near the Science Department to start."
Reno's breath caught.
"Someone would'a had to give 'em over, then?"
Tseng nodded. More passwords, more searches. "They might have. He had influence. But there would be a paper trail somewhere that would be checked meticulously."
Reno's eyes narrowed at that. "Depends who's handin' it over, don't it?" Okay. Right. Another deep breath. "Rede said that the program was to breed loyal Turks. Don't s'pose maybe...?"
Wasn't it possible? When all hell broke loose and the President wanted them all dead? Telling a freak like Hojo to make him some new Turks who wouldn't say 'no' didn't seem too much a stretch at that point, did it?
It didn't. That was the hell of it. "I found the event log," Tseng said, watching it fill and refill his screen with hits. "This is a place to start. If those files never left record-keeping, then he couldn't have tried cloning Turks. If they did, we'll know when, and can estimate where based on his other activities."
He frowned at the screen. If he could narrow the search parameters, that would help, but too narrow and they'd miss the one piece of information they were looking for.
Reno nodded. He was holding his breath again. He could probably hang in there for four minutes or more. Or maybe if he just clung to Rikku tightly enough, she could do all the breathing for him. She was awesome like that.
Part of him wanted there to be nothing at all. Part of him would break down into a mess if there was no way there could possibly be a Rede out there somewhere, waiting to be rescued.
He didn't speak. He just waited.
Tseng rubbed his eyes. "The output here is a list of names and departments that will need to be cross-indexed against logs from those departments, over a fifteen-year-span. It's going to take me a couple of hours to have any information for you."
Coffee. First, Tseng was going to need more coffee.
Reno nodded. Again. Lots of nodding at the telephone today. Hooray.
"He was seven. Liked croissants. Didn't care for the rain too much. Wanted... so damn hard. Just to be a Turk. Couldn't keep him. Sent him b-" He was not going to choke. He wasn't. "-Back with a list of phone numbers and a gun."
Fandom was so fucking cruel.