Infiltration Mission Tifa 'link' -

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.

The air in the Shinra warehouse tasted of ozone, stale coffee, and fear. infiltration mission tifa

She pressed her ear to the cold metal. Click-hiss. That was the cycle. A three-second gap between the solenoid engaging and the bolt throwing. Her fingers traced the edge of the door frame, finding the maintenance override—a tiny, recessed toggle. She paused at a reinforced steel door marked

She slipped inside.

A soft beep came from her earpiece. Cloud’s voice, low and tense. "Tifa. They know someone is inside. Five minutes." She didn't have a keycard

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