Distraction

"What's the plan?" Tifa said, looking around a surprisingly busy floor for this time of the night.

"Little bit of recon. Need to find a way to infiltrate that room," Cloud said.

"You hear the words comin' out of your mouth? We just gotta find that bathroom so we can get into the air duct. Sometimes you're about the dumbest motherfucker I ever met."

The men's restroom was, not unsurprisingly, easy to find.

"All right, I'll wait out here," Tifa said.

"Huh? You can't hang out here," Barret said. "You're dressed for the streets, baby, not the suites. Suspicious as fuck."

"Tifa. It'd be better if you waited inside," Cloud agreed.

"Maybe, but this is… Oh… never mind, you're right," Tifa groused. "Oh, thank god. No one's in here. God, it smells like piss. I swear, you guys can be so nasty ..."

"Okay, baby, you and Cloud go up ... I'll stand watch here," Barret said.

"Now I have to disagree, Daddy. You're 6'9 with a machine gun for an arm. It comes to it, I'll be able to distract them a hell a lot more quietly than you," Tifa pointed out.

"Well, you damn right about that," Barret said gruffly. "Fine. We'll hurry."