lilyoftheancients
He had told them to double check that damn part. Multiple times! Now they had gone and squandered a test rocket worth thousands of gil AND it had crashed into one of the sectors. Heidegger had brushed it off but Cid wasn’t going to let one of his test rockets go rogue. Worse than that, what if it had hurt someone? Or was going to explode? There was fuel in the damn things.
Thankfully, it was easy for Cid to find where it had crashed. The citizens of the slums — God, had it gotten worse since he lived here? — easily pointed him in the right direction when he asked if anything large had fallen from the sky. It was just his luck that he was led to a church.
“I’m gonna go to some special place in Hell,” he grumbled before slowly opening the doors and stepping inside. Thankfully it was deserted but... he squinted. Was that a bed of flowers? His rocket would crash in the one place in Midgar that grew flowers.
