[ Tseng shrugs. ]

I have guesses. Nothing substantial. We hadn't spoken in fifteen years. I'd kept a few contacts on him, yes, but they disappeared, and then Li Jun. Everyone who touches Jagger disappears.

[ He flicks the filter of his cigarette off the side of the table. Tries to play it off like this isn't melting his brain right now. This is bad if Reno ever wants to chop him out, just like he'd suspected back in the day. There are threads he could follow, easy enough to pull now that he knows a few names and Tseng's involvement. He has the contacts for it.

For once, Reno knows so much more than he does. It would be exhilarating if it was not so nightmarish, like the fever dream of a shaman's plant, everything backwards and twisted. ]

I'd been looking for the body for some time before this—

[ He waves around the space, dragging smoking contrails through the air. This world, this universe, whatever hell they've found themselves in. ]

Imagine my surprise when it turned up in Midgar. Which means a couple things to me. I'm certain you can guess the most important one.