[ Really makes you wonder, doesn't it? What's the hierarchy here? Are weapons and recruitment efforts consolidated, or are there independent operations for each? And who is the unifying figurehead here? This is not like back home, where the Shinra name is emblazoned across every other wooden crate and tacked up sign. As Tseng moves them into the Garden proper, there's really no hint of a unifying sense of anything, other than the uniforms and urgency everyone here seems to share.
The bizarreness of it all is further compounded when Tseng steps up to another red-clad officer standing guard over one of the stairwells. ]
Got a report for the boss.
[ Strangely, the officer replies, "Which one?" Tseng tries to pass off the resultant confusion with a joke about taking patrol reports up the chain of command, which earns him a somber headshake and a hushed reply.
"Think the sorceress would sooner kill ya than suffer a debriefing."
Tseng casts a glance back at Reno, then shrugs. He asks if there's been any word on the recovery efforts, to which the officer lets loose a great, drafting sigh and mentions something about the nerds down in the labs compiling digital reports on it. Tseng's eyes are obscured by the mask, but it's easy to tell that they must be alight with excitement. He asks for a hint in the right direction, and then he beckons to Reno, hurrying him along. ]
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The bizarreness of it all is further compounded when Tseng steps up to another red-clad officer standing guard over one of the stairwells. ]
Got a report for the boss.
[ Strangely, the officer replies, "Which one?" Tseng tries to pass off the resultant confusion with a joke about taking patrol reports up the chain of command, which earns him a somber headshake and a hushed reply.
"Think the sorceress would sooner kill ya than suffer a debriefing."
Tseng casts a glance back at Reno, then shrugs. He asks if there's been any word on the recovery efforts, to which the officer lets loose a great, drafting sigh and mentions something about the nerds down in the labs compiling digital reports on it. Tseng's eyes are obscured by the mask, but it's easy to tell that they must be alight with excitement. He asks for a hint in the right direction, and then he beckons to Reno, hurrying him along. ]
If I can get on one of these terminals...