Infiltration Mission - Tifa Fix

A soft beep came from her earpiece. Cloud’s voice, low and tense. "Tifa. They know someone is inside. Five minutes."

Tonight, Seventh Heaven was closed. And Tifa Lockhart was open for business. infiltration mission tifa

Cloud was the distraction tonight. He was brilliant at that—a silent, spiky-haired ghost haunting the upper reactor catwalks, drawing the security bots and the heavy patrols toward the east wing with a few well-placed blips on their motion sensors. Meanwhile, she had taken the "plumbing" route. The sewers. The basement corridors. The places Shinra’s white-collar executives forgot existed. A soft beep came from her earpiece

She paused at a reinforced steel door marked . A red light blinked mockingly. Tifa didn't have a retinal scan. She didn't have a keycard. What she had was a memory of a similar lock on the Sector 5 plate, and the knowledge that hydraulics have a tell. They know someone is inside