Just as Grey had suspected, Rauly was not listening to him when he first spoke. His eyes were set on the pillar ahead. But when the shorter man grasped his shoulder, he whipped around and zeroed in on him. One could almost see a fire in his amber eyes with the amount of rage he held, both at Shinra, and also at the man who could suggest anything other than pummeling their faces in.<br/><br/>“If they’re up there now, we don’t have the time for that! The Turks are quick and efficient. If you’re one of their targets, you don’t see them coming until you’re already dead!” Rauly’s face was inches away from Grey’s as he yelled this. “So unless you know of something we can do right the fuck now, you can forget.” With that he turned and headed straight for the squad of guards, rolling up one of his sleeves.<br/><br/>He only got a few feet away from Grey though when he had an epiphany. He turned around and headed back to him, only this time his stride was longer, more purposeful, and there was a sadistic grin on his face. “Actually, I do have the perfect diversion in mind.” His hands were outstretched, reaching for his shoulders, “payback for that cheap shot back in the junkyard.”<br/><br/>Meanwhile, the guards continued to harass the onlookers as they yelled at them. One of the guards noticed the man and woman arguing in the distance. He turned to his superior, asking if they should address it, but was ordered to pay them no mind, to keep his focus on the threat in front of them. He followed his orders, but eventually his focus shifted once again. In fact, everybody’s did, Shinra employees and Midgar Slums citizens alike, as a blur of red passed them overhead, crash landing in a junk pile just to the side of the pillar.<br/><br/>“Johnson! Check that out! All of you! Stay. Back! Don’t make me repeat myself!” The seargant ordered, making the crowd edge further away from the man, and subsequently the pillar, as he pointed his rifle at a woman’s face. The one called Johnson climbed the rubble to investigate, followed by a few more of his fellow guardsmen, both for backup and for sheer curiosity as to what the hell that was.<br/><br/>What they found was Rauly, in a pile of debris, dazed and confused, mumbling something about “dat wuzzupposed tabee you...dis tiem...in dish piyl...of...shiiiit.” His head just dropped in disappointment when he finally managed to see the guns pointed at him. “Goddess, fuckin, dammit.” He better get his ass up there then, he thought to himself as his eyes closed, acting as if he had passed out, hoping that would at the very least slow the guards down, force them to inspect him, and hopefully not shoot him.