Sephiroth is sick and Angeal, Genesis and Lazard manage to convince Tseng to distract Hojo so he'll let the poor guy alone for few days.
Tseng initially pointed out that using elite espionage assets to “distract a Department Head so a soldier can take a sick day” was a gross misuse of corporate resources. But the Turks also owed the SOLDIER department a massive debt of gratitude after their division covered one of their grueling assignments. So, because he’s a man of his word, Tseng conceded and issued a red alert to all active-duty Turks. Unfortunately they quickly discovered that nothing in the physical or metaphysical realm stands between Professor Hojo and his obsession with Sephiroth.
Angeal: Sephiroth! What are you doing out of bed? You have a fever! You’re supposed to be resting!
Sephiroth: I know, but I left my reading material in my locker, and... there’s a deeply unsettling feeling gnawing in my chest.
Angeal: Oh, really? Is it the chest congestion?
*In the background, through the glass doors, Angeal sees the elevator doors open and Hojo step out. Reno and Rude sprint up and intercept him, guiding him in the opposite direction*
Sephiroth: No, it’s not physical. It’s just that I haven’t received a single email, page, or call from Professor Hojo in twenty four hours. Something’s wrong.
Angeal: Well... you know. Maybe he’s just... busy? With science?
*In the background, Hojo points a gun at Reno and Rude, who immediately throw their hands up and sink to their knees*
Sephiroth: Too busy to analyze my nasal discharge? No, I doubt it. He would want to dissect my virus. He would want to know if my white blood cells are mutating or something.
*Behind them, Cissnei drops from the ceiling air vent directly onto Hojo’s back, locking him in a chokehold and wrestling the firearm from his hands*
Angeal, staring over Sephiroth’s shoulder: ...Right. Right, of course.
Sephiroth: Oh no. What if he was the one who infected me? What if this flu is a controlled trial, and his lack of contact is the observation phase??
*Hojo violently throws Cissnei off his back and scrambles toward the SOLDIER lounge. Reno and Rude dive forward, each grabbing one of Hojo’s ankles. He drags them both forward across the tile like an unstoppable, rabid cockroach*
Angeal: I, uh... no. No, Sephiroth, I really don’t think that’s it. You just have a normal cold, I can tell.
Sephiroth: You think so? So I should just stick to the bedrest and the herbal throat lozenges you recommended?
*Hojo kicks his legs free, shaking off Reno and Rude, and reaches for the door handle. Suddenly, Tseng sprints into frame and tasers Hojo. Hojo stiffens like a board and drops face-first onto the tile*
Sephiroth: Did you hear that? An electrical discharge?
Angeal: Oh! That? That was just... the ventilation system cycling! Very old building, you know, lots of static.
*Tseng, Reno, Rude, and Cissnei grab Hojo by his ankles, dragging his limp, twitching body backward down the hallway*
Sephiroth, looking around: And that sound? It sounds like a wounded animal being dragged to its doom.
Angeal: Just ignore it! I’ll be by your quarters at six to bring you some fresh chicken soup.
*Reno gives Angeal a shaky, traumatized thumbs-up through the glass as they haul Hojo into the elevator*
Angeal: GO TO BED, SEPHIROTH.
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