Prologue

I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as I watched him climb into that suit. After months of building the machine that he was about to fly off in, I wanted to be the one going to Earth, not him. I turned around, slung my tool belt over my shoulder and left the hanger where the soldier, Code Name: Heero Yuy was about to start his mission.

The metal hallways were chilly as I walked to my quarters. The single metal door was closed as I reached it, and I slid my ID through the scanner. The door slid open as the light blinked green. The room was bare with only a bed, and paper covered desk. Tossing the greasy tool belt onto the bed, I walked up to the desk, closed my open laptop and after gathering the papers and blue prints of Gundam 01 I put them through the paper shredder that sat next to the desk. All the papers on Gundam01 didn't need to exist anymore. All the notes I took on its programming and its controls needed to be destroyed so no one could know the secrets of the Gundam.

The beeper on my belt went off, and I sighed as I turned it off what does he want now? Looking back at the desk, I stared at the final blueprint that lay on the desk. Such a wonderful machine...

The metal doors were open when I reached the control room where my boss sat. Dr. J was facing a large computer screen that was flashing shots of the Gundam01 as it made its decent to earth.

"You beeped?" I said as I took the seat next to him. He didn't acknowledge me for a few moments, and as I got up to leave he finally said, "It has begun."

"Don't be too dramatic about it." I scoffed. The air was already stiff between us, as I sat down again and scooched away from him a little.

"Did you destroy the papers?" he asked ignoring my statement, and I clicked my tongue against my teeth.

"Yeah, every last one," I said lying a little. The blue print I tucked into my bag would remain my secret.

"Good. We'll remain here for a few more months before we begin moving. Once Heero and the others become known, it won't be safe to stay in one place."

I nodded curtly, and glared at an empty space on the wall, "I don't see why you're already making future plans, and Pilot 01 isn't even on Earth yet." I got up from my chair.

"His name is Heero, Mackenzie."

"It's not his name and it doesn't even matter. I'm never going to see him again anyway." I snapped, irritated by the longer than usual conversation.

"Why must you be jealous?" He said as I turned to leave, and I froze in the door way.

"What are you talking about?" I asked drawing in a slow deep breath.

"Your pessimism surprises me," he said sarcastically, "You worked for so long on the Gundam, and I'm surprised you don't want to see him succeed."

"I don't like telling the future old man. I'm not going to say they're going to succeed, because they might fail."

"There is-," he started but I cut him off.

"Can it. I don't want to listen to your philosophical bull shit. I'm leaving."

"Where are you going?" he asked, and I heard him turn the chair around.

"That's not any of your business. I'll be here when you need me, but now that Operation Meteor is underway, there's nothing in the agreement that says I have to live with you any longer."

"That's true. But wouldn't it be an inconvenience if you weren't there when we needed you?" I didn't like the way he said that, and without saying a word, I stepped out of the door. I stopped short when the soldiers surrounding the door way aimed their pistols at me. Dammit I thought as I raised my hands.

"Take Miss Noir to the containment cell. Make sure she's comfortable enough, we need her to like us when she released," Dr. J said turning away from me, and I resisted the temptation to punch him in the face just for good measure. Two soldiers took hold of my shoulders and held on tight as they escorted me to my cell. The two armed guards in front and behind us discouraged me from attempting an escape, where I probably wouldn't have succeeded anyhow. It's nearly impossible to escape from a colony undetected.

"Here we go, Home Sweet Home," The guard on my right sneered opening the door with his key.

"Go to Hell," I growled as he shoved me roughly into the 9-by-9 steel room. I stumbled a little and turned around in time to see the metal door sliding shut and locking.

I didn't know that it would be two months before I stepped out side that cell.