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To Whom It May Concern

The lights were dim, flickering off and on in the white sterile hallways. The braided pilot of the Preventers had an eager look upon his face. It had been easier than usual to ditch the backup Une demanded they have on every mission. The would be terrorists had already been taken away but the building had yet to be fully cleared.

Trowa had found the labs while Heero had located the weapons room. Duo was hoping to get lucky and find something just as interesting if not more so.

Now if the damn lights would stop flickering he could brake open the elevator panel. Taking careful aim he shoots the top corner of the access panel following up with a few hits from the butt of his gun. Ripping what was left of it off with his hand he rewires it to activate.

It was one of the more personalized pads so whatever the elevator guarded was special.With a high pitched ding the metal doors parted like the red sea.

Stepping in Duo realizes that there are three buttons labeled L, B, and 1. Randomly he pressed L. When the doors closed and the elevator lurch to life, Duo's excitement mounted. When the doors dinged again they opened up behind him.

Turning around the young pilot gave off a loud whistle. There in front of him was a king size bed complete with royal blue satin sheets and matching canopy. Against the walls were dark oak wood furniture carved in an old gothic style that seemed timeless. Whoever they had caught at least had style, if a bit old fashioned.

Taking his time to admire the long forgotten beauty of the style his eyes were slowly drawn to two great wooden doors that reached the ceiling of the room. They too were carved in the same gothic manner. Pushing the doors open with reverence they give with surprising ease beneath his hands.

Sucking in a surprised breath, he looks at the sight before him in awe and wonder. As far as the eye can see books of every length, and subject line the walls in the most decorated library he has ever seen. But even that is not the full reason for his surprise.

Every book from the ones lying on the random desks to the top of the shelf dated pre-colony.

Duo may not have been a scholar like Wufei but he knew that OZ had wanted to do a major revision of history. That meant most pre colony books had a date with a bon fire if they had any say in it. The fact that this many survived was amazing.

Strolling in between desks heavily weighed down by books Duo made his way to a more simplistic looking one hidden in the back. The stain was a slightly darker color than the rest but faded from age. Unlike the other desks this one did not have book after book piled on top.

The tiny detail that caught his eye was the key sticking out of the right hand drawer. Turning the little brass tool until he heard a click, he opened the drawer. In side was a plain leather bound book with no title or cover to suggest an author or a name. Taking the book's age into account he flipped open his new find.

To Whom It May Concern:

I being of sound mind and body do here by leave my last will and testament on this earth in the form of a journal. Do to the actions of others I know that my immanent death is upon me. Within the following entries are the secrets of not only my own life but that of my family. Take careful consideration on whether or not you will read this journal. It will either save your life or condemn you to death and possibly mush worse.

Sincerely,

Cain C. Hargreaves

The 02 pilot raised his head staring off into the distance. Slowly a maniacal grin made its way across his face. 'Oh ya, Wuffers was going to be so jealous!'


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