Right... [ She keeps her position hidden, not wanting to make any sudden movements or speak louder than a whisper--especially when she can't see exactly how many lackeys are in the area. The worst part about this is that, judging by what she was able to gather just by glancing at them, they wouldn't have cared if there were witnesses to this. It's no secret that ShinRa wants the AVALANCHE faction in the slums out of their way and they're willing to do whatever it takes to see that done.
Given these circumstances, she doesn't care what Barret or Cloud has to say about Rufus and his Turks; they need their help as much as they need theirs and this really isn't a time where they have to be choosy about their allies. The end goal, the one she can see that's in sight, is to make sure that no one else gets hurt while all of this is going down. Barret can hoo and hah all he wants, but she's going to, temporarily, put her trust in the Turks to see this thing through. ]
...I think they're closing in on the bar. [ She's shifted her position, somewhat, to get a better look of what's going on from her vantage point and she isn't wrong. A few of them have circled around the back and she can clearly hear the sound of a door being knocked in; either it was kicked in or they have some kind of portable battering ram. Whatever the case, it's not looking good because if they're inside then surely they're going to start looking around, and the last thing she wants is for them to figure out where the secret hideout is. ]
Tell your Turks to cover me. [ Tifa takes the decision to forgo her hiding spot and vaults over where she'd been crouching down and into the open. It takes about five seconds for someone to notice her, in which there's a shout to alert the others, but she's faster and takes him out with a single punch. She has just enough time to secure her gloves and ensure her materia is equipped before she moves onto the next one. The goal is to take them out before they have time to grab their weapons, in which she's using the element of surprise to her advantage.
If it's one thing the Don lacks, it's the fact that he hires really shitty security detail. These thugs are so easy to get through that it's like taking scissors to paper dolls. She knows it won't always be like this, that one of them, or a few, will be smart enough to hide their locations and use a surprise attack against her but, for now, Tifa's managing just fine.
She remembers what Rufus asked, about trying to find their leader and keeping him, along with a few others, alive to bring back for questioning. Another thing she's noticed is that, when one of them does pull his weapon against her, it's pretty easy to destroy with one of her punches or kicks. She's not thinking about the semantics right now, but there's a thought that tickles the back of her mind that maybe Scarlet, or Heidegger, planned for this to happen, for the Don's men to be taken out so easily and maybe pin it on him so that ShinRa's hands and name are cleared from doing any dirty business deals.
From the five years she's spent living here, she's gotten to know, through reputation, the ShinRa executives and what lengths they'd go to to get what they wanted--either for the company or for themselves.
No doubt, throughout this whole ordeal, Rufus and Tseng would've heard what was going on; all the expletives shouted at Tifa as she made her way through the lackeys, disarming them and knocking them unconscious. By the end of it, she's wrangled them into a pile, their arms and legs bound with zip ties she took from them and their weapons a pile of broken parts next to them. ]
You still there? Send your guys in and take away the trash. [ She hangs up her PHS and pockets in, going to the bar and behind the counter where she pours herself a drink and sits on one of the stools so she can keep watch in case any of them try to do something funny before Reno and Elena arrive. ]
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Date: 2021-05-24 12:05 am (UTC)Given these circumstances, she doesn't care what Barret or Cloud has to say about Rufus and his Turks; they need their help as much as they need theirs and this really isn't a time where they have to be choosy about their allies. The end goal, the one she can see that's in sight, is to make sure that no one else gets hurt while all of this is going down. Barret can hoo and hah all he wants, but she's going to, temporarily, put her trust in the Turks to see this thing through. ]
...I think they're closing in on the bar. [ She's shifted her position, somewhat, to get a better look of what's going on from her vantage point and she isn't wrong. A few of them have circled around the back and she can clearly hear the sound of a door being knocked in; either it was kicked in or they have some kind of portable battering ram. Whatever the case, it's not looking good because if they're inside then surely they're going to start looking around, and the last thing she wants is for them to figure out where the secret hideout is. ]
Tell your Turks to cover me. [ Tifa takes the decision to forgo her hiding spot and vaults over where she'd been crouching down and into the open. It takes about five seconds for someone to notice her, in which there's a shout to alert the others, but she's faster and takes him out with a single punch. She has just enough time to secure her gloves and ensure her materia is equipped before she moves onto the next one. The goal is to take them out before they have time to grab their weapons, in which she's using the element of surprise to her advantage.
If it's one thing the Don lacks, it's the fact that he hires really shitty security detail. These thugs are so easy to get through that it's like taking scissors to paper dolls. She knows it won't always be like this, that one of them, or a few, will be smart enough to hide their locations and use a surprise attack against her but, for now, Tifa's managing just fine.
She remembers what Rufus asked, about trying to find their leader and keeping him, along with a few others, alive to bring back for questioning. Another thing she's noticed is that, when one of them does pull his weapon against her, it's pretty easy to destroy with one of her punches or kicks. She's not thinking about the semantics right now, but there's a thought that tickles the back of her mind that maybe Scarlet, or Heidegger, planned for this to happen, for the Don's men to be taken out so easily and maybe pin it on him so that ShinRa's hands and name are cleared from doing any dirty business deals.
From the five years she's spent living here, she's gotten to know, through reputation, the ShinRa executives and what lengths they'd go to to get what they wanted--either for the company or for themselves.
No doubt, throughout this whole ordeal, Rufus and Tseng would've heard what was going on; all the expletives shouted at Tifa as she made her way through the lackeys, disarming them and knocking them unconscious. By the end of it, she's wrangled them into a pile, their arms and legs bound with zip ties she took from them and their weapons a pile of broken parts next to them. ]
You still there? Send your guys in and take away the trash. [ She hangs up her PHS and pockets in, going to the bar and behind the counter where she pours herself a drink and sits on one of the stools so she can keep watch in case any of them try to do something funny before Reno and Elena arrive. ]