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Number Seven gave an appreciative nod to the Twins. Hopefully between them and him, they would be able to keep #8 from botching their mission by his usual reckless behavior. It was a delicate operation that needed to be handled carefully - but Number Seven would not hesitate to spill blood if he had to to get the job done. A traitor to Cloud was unacceptable, and whether it was the Black Mamba's, or the Jackyl's blood, if necessary, Number Seven would see to it that it was spilt. Number Seven, and Number Six, the Twins, he corrected himself as he looked at the two Assasians.

Soon after, the pilot alerted them that they were closing in on the landing site, the burnt out headquarters of Cloud in New York City, their first, best, and only lead so far. Below, they could see Cloud soldiers and agents work through the debris while construction workers were starting to clean the site up. It was difficult for Number Seven to look at the burnt out graveyard that had once been the NYC headquarters of the proud and powerful Cloud. Now, it was nothing but a pile of rubble surrounded by Cloud operatives both dead and alive, as well as heavily armed Cloud soldiers.

As they landed, somebody approached, and opened the doors for them. Number Seven gave him an ambiguous look before stepping out without thanking him. There were several soldiers around as well, but none of them bothered the four. Number Seven took a few steps away from the helicopter. His hair blew in the wind of the engines, which soon died down as the helicopter pilot turned them off. Number Seven turned to the Cloud soldiers, nodded his head towards #8, and said: "Watch him.", as if telling them to keep the chain-wielding psychopath out of trouble. He then nodded to the Twins to commence the search, and with that, he approached the ruins of the huge construction to begin the investigation.