Turks Missive - 0003

Tseng: Mission complete, sir! Any and all such propaganda regarding ShinRa Corp. has been taken down in sector 6. If we can just get to Sector 7 in time, perhaps the president will spare Sector 7!

Headed back to HQ. Elena

Elena checks her watch. Suddenly, an explosion in the distance. She sinks to her knees in horror as the cloud of dust rises in the distance. She begins to hyperventilate in place, digging her fingers into the dirt at her feet. The physical pain of the mashing dirt against her nails is the only pain physical grounding her from her psyche flying apart. She stares vacantly at the missing pie slice in the sky, and hopes that perhaps leadership under his son would improve matters.