The End of Our World || closed
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They were saying it was the end of the world. A meteor hovered in the sky, blood red and blazing over Midgar, according to the news. Even if it didn’t destroy the Planet - and that was up for debate - it would still wreck Midgar. Maybe the whole continent.
Lazard had sworn that he wouldn’t go back when he’d left, that he was washing his hands of all things ShinRa, and yet.
How could he not go, do something in the face of this pending destruction? He’d barely debated it before he sent a covert team to investigate, see what was going on. Their report was enough to move him. And where their director went, his SOLDIERs went. Three transports packed with his operatives came flying back, and he was with the first. As the city came into view, nostalgia hit so hard it nearly took his breath away.
Lazard closed his eyes a moment, then dug out his PHS. It had been five years since he’d spoken to anyone back at ShinRa and at first he was at a loss. He scrolled through old contacts he’d never deleted, and settled on one.
Reeve Tuesti.
The phone rang.
