Villainy

Shinra's headquarters were opulent at the presidential level. He was excited, something he'd hadn't felt to this degree in years. "Are we on schedule?" Shinra asked for the umpteenth time.

"The Turks are on top of it. Yes, there will be no delays," Heidegger said, laughing loudly. Director Reeve Tuesti clenched his fist.

"Please, Mr. President! I am asking you to reconsider─no, begging. The Sector 7 undercity is home to more than 50,000--" Reeve started.

"Director Tuesti," Shinra said, cradling his head in his hand.

"At least let us issue a warning, sir," Reeve begged.

"The stench of the director's cowardice fills the room yet again," Heidegger sneered.

"Reeve. Progress requires sacrifice. Learn to live with it," Shinra said. There would be no further argument. The Plate would fall.