I headed past the main gate of Galbadia Garden and entered the main section of the facility, passing through the main corridor and taking the left hallway to the security section. A man of average height and better-than-average build with black hair and silver eyes exited the room. He stopped when his eyes focused on me.
He smiled and stepped forward, presenting a hand. "Hey Fujin. How's it going?"
I halted in front of him; two paces from his outstretched hand. "MARSHAL," I greeted with a curt nod. "PRIVATE."
Marshal cleared his throat, retracted his hand to rub at the back of his neck, and then motioned for me to follow him back into the security section. "Sure. Let's head on in and go to my office."
I strode past and into the section. It was easily one-third the size of the security division within Balamb Garden, which was the head of operations for all security matters within the entire Network.
I made my way into the back right portion of the section and waited at the door of Marshal's high-security office. He tapped in his security code, pressed his thumb against a panel to the right of the key pad, and entered when the door opened.
He closed the door behind him. "So, what's the word from Seifer? On or off?" he asked as he moved to his desk.
"ON."
Marshal smiled. "Hot damn. A real sting." He sat back in his chair and crossed his arms. "Haven't had this much fun since my field exam. Not even when Sally Regal--"
"MESSAGE?"
Marshal blinked. Then he smirked and leaned forward, gesturing to the seat across from him. I shook my head but stood at ease with my hands behind my back.
"Message. Right." He rubbed the back of his neck again. "Just ask Seifer to keep me up on whatever's going on. If he needs me to do something, just send the word. I'll get right on it."
"AFFIRMATIVE."
"Tell him we're good to go with those names. And, hey, thanks for the heads up."
I pulled a phone off a holster on my hip and handed it forward. "SECURE."
Marshal stood and took the phone. He examined it with a raised eyebrow. "Hot damn. This is awesome. Internet, network, and secure phone line in one." He opened it and began typing through the different menus and options. "Scrambler. Satellite connection. Hell. This is better than my handheld." He looked up. "Thanks."
I curtly nodded and turned to go. Marshal stood and hurried forward to open the door for me. I sent him a raised eyebrow and a cold stare.
He smiled and motioned past. "Ladies first."
'Damn slut! Aren't good for anything bu--' I clenched my jaw and looked away, striding forward to exit the office. Marshal walked along beside, and then he reached out for the exit door, a hand going to the knob at the same time he touched the small of my back--I spun and grabbed him by the throat, propelling him around and slamming him against the wall beside the door. The security section went deathly silent. Marshal stared down at me with wide eyes.
"NEVER."
Marshal's face began to redden, his lips growing blue as he slightly nodded.
A moment more and then I released my grip. He gasped and fell to his knees, hands rubbing his throat as he choked and coughed. I yanked open the door and strode outside. 'How do you like it, whore?!' screams 'Huh?! Damn, cock-suckin' bitch--' smack smack 'Stay out all night--this what you want?' choked screams and pleadings. 'Is it?!'
I halted and spun, slamming a fist into the wall to my right. "BASTARD!" My voice cracked. I pressed my palms and forehead against the wall. "DAMN IT!" Punch. "Damn it." thump thump "Damn it. . . ."