A/n just try and guess the main characters
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PROLOGUE
Monday, March 1st 1:20 A.M. L3X-17895 Tony Delgado hated limos
He grew up in a poor neighborhood and he come to know that most people who rode in limos were rich assholes. Rich assholes that enjoy screwing poor people. Sure sometimes they were people like him, but most were jerks like his boss, the guy who made him take the limo to finish a job.
Now Tony wasn't some puke kid any more. He was the one who gave the orders on were to go and what to do. He was a man who had worked his way up from just a common lackey to being one of the inner circles, people who really changed things in society. He was almost the exact opposite of His boss, who of course, was born into this business; no one like him could get into this business any other way. When his father died he used the respect and money his late father made in this business to become the boss. He was the kind of person that would screw over his own mother just for a little money; the man was an idiotic jerk. If the people hadn't respected his father so much, he would have been dead years ago. At least this was Tony point of view on the subject
Tony did what he wanted because he was his colony's Robin Hood. He was the one who from the inside made things easier and all of the thing he did were to help the people and if it meant that he would have to take orders for some idiot than he'd do it. So he took the limo like his boss said to finish a job.
This new job was the beginning of some ting very important. The boss had made some new friends and want to show them what he had and how he a they could help each other. He brought his best people to protect him. This was the part of the job that he didn't want to mess up. They had some special items and they needed help to get them ship out, this was not your average size smuggling job. The car arrived at the warehouse near a dock. One of his men stepped out of the car to check and make sure the coast was clear. The man signaled it was safe and Tony stepped out of the car. Even though it was March in the morning, it was still freezing cold just like on earth. He found climate control stupid, if they could control the temperature then why didn't they just keep it a perfect 72 degrees? That way everyone would be happy.
He tightened the tailor coat he wore and began to walk towards the warehouse. It was made of metal and look like it had been there for a while from the look of the rust. A man stopped him and with his men at the door, not that he really could if they wanted to get by, and asked them who they where and why they were here. He answer in one word and the man let them be. He smiled, the only reason they had that guy there was to make sure they were prepared when he arrived.
In the warehouse he was able to see several boxes probably full what ever took to fill such large things. The place had a very unusable smell. He could not place it but it was not some thing any one would find pleasant. There was a table with a man standing there and next to him were two armed guards that looked more like robots than actually people.
"Hello Mr. Delgado, we've been expecting you. I'm Luke Day." Said the man.
"Yes it's pleasure to meet you," said Tony, "but I believe we have some business to discuss, Mr. day. So would you please show me the equipment, sir?"
"By all means, sir, please go ahead." The two men from the side opened a large box. Packing materiel fell out a spread a couple of feet from the box. You could easily see some large black object mix among the packing materiel. One of the men gingerly picked the black item up, which was relieved to be an assault rifle.
"Nice. Good," said Tony.
"But where is our payment?" asked the man.
"Right here..." one of Tony men came up to the table and put a briefcase down. The rectangular case faced the men as he opened it. The top gracefully snapped opened revealing a large amount of money, which appeared to be mostly in hundreds.
Suddenly a red dot was spotted upon the man's head. He looked around in panic hoping to find that it wasn't what he suspected, but he wished he hadn't when he realized that everyone had at least one laser sighted on each other. The worst part was, there were three on his chest alone...
"Your under arrest. Disarm yourself or we will be forced."
Damn he knew that limo was a bad idea.
Looking at his computer screen, the 16 year-old only known as the boy Heero Yue watched as Preventers agents ambushed a group of gunrunners.
'It took them long often,' he thought as he stared at the scene. He had informed the Preventers a week ahead; give them little clue while not actually telling them out right what was happening. Three shipments had already gone down earlier this week. They had been lucky, one more day and they would have completely cleared out of there. No one would be the wiser. But they did and it would give some good publicity and so more creditability to the only semi-military organization in the world. But the major thing was that the Peoples faith in them would be restored, but only by a little bit, from the Mariemaia coup. And that was after all the most important thing wasn't it, people needed to know that they were safe.
Heero sat in a park on the other side of the colony. The Japanese boy had gone out for a walk to clear his chaotic mind when he decided to see how the Preventers were handling the operation. He had found the project of the local mob, he guessed, and left the clue the local Preventers agents would need. The Preventers were pretty good at their job; they knew that when the antagonist made one little mistake, I some way they always would, they would on there get them. They were good indeed, but they were still far from where they should be.
The lights of the park kept most of the walkway a benches well lit, but kept most of in the dark, not including the fields and playgrounds. The day was when this park was really at it's best. The Park is the kind of place most people would call perfect for the family. It had playgrounds, basketball courts, baseball diamond, football/soccer field, and ever other kind of field arcaded you could find at a park. It had a little bit of everything to please everyone. It was what Heero considered a very effective and useful design.
Today he was wearing a tight white t-shirt, thick leather black coat that went down to his ankles, tight blue jeans, and black boots. His dark chocolate locks were as messy as always. He had grown a lot in the last couple of months, about 9 inches in two months. He had lost most of the baby look in his face and replaced it with more of masculine face of a man, but it was still not enough for his taste. Although the girls thought he was cute just as he was, he did not care of their opinion. The Prussian eyed boy was posing as a student in the local high school searching for what he'd been looking for since the war ended, his past. Yes, his past and all of the questions that had never been answered. Who he really was, the real him. Not the no longer needed Perfect Solider, Heero Yue. Him. And he would do any to find out who he really was, who his parents were and why he was made into that thing they called 'Heero'. He'd even broken his promise he had made at the end of the war, which was not to bother his allies, and gone to them to see if they could help, but even than he had found nothing. Sometimes he wondered if he really was nothing but a weapon, a soulless tool made only to fight, kill, and die. But that couldn't be true; he had to have a purpose in life.
Everyone did.
He'd have to go soon. So far he hadn't found anything useful in his search here. Finding the gun running project had been an accident. He had only talked to a man that Dr. J had used to help train him, an expert hacker. The man thought that Heero had been there to kill him for helping Dr. J turn him into what he had become. But when he talked to him, the expert hacker said that he was even more disappointed Heero had become even better than Dr. J expected. And that was bad. However, he was glad that Heero had not gone completely over the edge, but of course the man knew nothing of the nightmares that would never stop and how He would wake up in a cold sweat, almost ready to end his own life. The Japanese boy could not remember a day when he had not acted as a soldier or a night that the nightmares had not come. well there was one time...but it was best not to think about that...
It meant nothing.
Heero looked at his laptop for a moment, he would have to upgrade it or just buy a new one. Just like after most big wars there was an explosion in technology, some things the government created but could fund, or thought wasn't necessary, some things that the war made people create, and even some technology that men hide it to prevent it from being used the wrong way. He had seen some new V.R. system at a local coffee shop, all that you needed was a pair of V.R. gloves and goggles. It was good system; you could feel it like it was almost real. It was almost like you could feel it, taste it, smell it, hear it like it was really happening. But it wasn't to the point were you couldn't tell the difference from the really but in some way he knew that it would never go that far, he did know better than anyone after all, what was the ZERO system but a complex V.R.
He wondered what the orders were doing, how duo, Relena, and they all were doing with there fresh start. There were very little records of what hey and the others did during the war Treize and Zech had made sure of that by erasing all of the data of the Gundam pilots they could get there hands on almost like they wanted to give them a fresh start, but in either case it was probably a case of Honor, there way of justified everything. He got up from the bench he had been occupying and walked away. He had to go home a get some of sleep. After all, he had school tomorrow.
Monday, March 1st 1:20 A.M. Mars terra form plant 02
To change a planet from a cold and lifeless to warm and active takes a lot of time. To fill a planet of life planet take a great deal effort even with the latest technology. It would take decades for mars to be anywhere like earth but technology through the years might shorten that time. Though it would not be by much. Trying to accomplish this transformation is Lucrezia Noin who sat in her tiny office freezing her ass off, it was a chilling -15 centigrade. What most people didn't realize before you could Terra Form a planet, like Mars, you had to build a place where people could live safely and that took a long time. From where she could see, it would take at least five years to get the place were the project would really begin fully running. One of the things you had to deal with when building something like this on another planet is that you have to deal with the planet weather. And on mars, it was like being in Siberia.
The short haired woman was wearing a large coat made for the Antarctica weather, but even with that and the heating system it was below zero everywhere in the complex. That would explain why she was freezing her ass off. Planning for later, Noin was going to visit family in Italy and Germany. She had come here to stay for a long time but it had only been two months of course it had not been her plan it had been his... Zech's and after what had happen... now she need to leave.
So there she was sitting in a small office, it was window less office. The walls were, of course, painted beige, a color that cams she had heard. trying to tame the new wild frontier. Most who came to this place looked at it like that, like it was some challenging tourist attraction. There were adventurous men looking for a place where they could prove their manhood. Even scientist researching and attempting to find new discoveries just get their name in the history books. But there were some who were doing this for the right reason, for their poor family who needed the money, People trying to start a new life after there old one was destroy. But she could not judge the one who came for the wrong; She herself had not come for the right reason. She had come to get what she had wanted for a very long time.
Now, not trying to make it sound like she liked it in this barren wasteland. No, Noin wanted to leave. She had been going over the last paperwork before she left for earth, to start over to make her own decisions. She hadn't intended it to be so cold, in more than one way.
She had only come here because he had, since he didn't want or couldn't settle down. So since he couldn't find a way to stay she like a devoted dog she followed him. And now it looks like there was no motivation to stay. She had not decided the life she had lived so far and now it was her time to choose where her life was going and why. When she was a little girl she had wanted to be a princesses and than when she became a little older she had wanted to become a lady who was also a great warrior. She had became a soldier but most people only saw her as a warrior that had no feelings but loyalty, sometimes she thought she gave that impression. She hadn't been treated as a lady in years not since...but that meant nothing and it had only been one time it meant nothing... didn't it?
She shook her head; she had spent too much time in the small room. Maybe she could go get her mail. She opened the door to her office and began to make her way to her mail. The railing she stepped on had frozen pieces of ice all over it. They really needed a better radiator. There were pipes letting off steam all over the corridor that went to many other places, some no one even knew about. As she walk to get the mail, her mind wandered back when she had felt a similar cold, how at first it started as a cold and inhuman thing but in a little time it had grown into something warm and safe, something she didn't want to leave. Something she thought she would get with Zech but it seemed it only happen with him, another man. Had it meant any thing? Had he thought about it or had it really meant nothing? Because of what happen lately she was no longer sure it meant nothing.
She got to her mailbox and opened her locked boxes. The mail looked to be the same as always nothing impor--... a letter from Relena? She opened it up and read to herself. It an invitation to a resort was inviting her to so resort. It seem she was inviting everybody she had meet during the war to get to know them better. Go to see People who she hadn't seen since the war ended? That sounded great and he would not come he was to. she didn't know what it was but she knew that he would not come neither would the other but the other because they couldn't find him wouldn't because they could find him. At least he had a go reason didn't matter though. It was time she start to live her life her own way.
Monday, March 1st 1: 40 A.M. L3X-1785 Siren lights crossed the scene as Preventers agents loaded up the men they had just captured in the bust on a gun running operation. It was still as cold as it was twenty minutes ago and it now looked like it was going to rain that sucked but the colony needed rain just like any earth like environment didn't it. It didn't matter that if it was artificial or natural .in all the mass of confusion, reports that were covering the scene and local police that were trying and failing to keep order, there was the boy with no name.
"Twenty-five million dollars were recovered from the men, probably one of many payments for all the shipments." Trowa talk into his Virtual interstellar Interface Link, Virgil for short, it was a computer, a GPS unit, phone, clock, radio TV, modem, credit card, camera, scanner and even a little wireless fax a handy toy for some one who new how to use it right. On the screen was the director of the conflict and criminal prevention agency, or know to most as the Preventers, Lady Une. A small smile played on her lips as Trowa told her what had happened at the colony's main space dock.
It would really help the Preventers politically. They needed it bad too Preventers had come under a lot of scrutiny two mouths ago because of the Mariemaia coup, but they had come out ok. None had been fired and they even got more funds for problem it was as if say they just needed more money to solve all problems. That was part of it but only a small part. What they really need are better and more people. Most of the people she wanted were trying to move on with their lives, not that she had anything against that but it they make her job harder. Maybe with some more good publicity she could turn the Preventers into some thing much better with some new kids trying to do some good. She still needed a director of intelligence and a director of operations and there were only two people she wanted for those jobs and Trowa might just find one of them. If he is lucky. Trowa voce reminded her to pay attention.
"There were about 30 large boxes full of guns. So far we found there still might be more. It is possible for the guns to be used for us, only for raw material. One of the men is a known 'friend', Bobby Drayne, a very powerful men up here who has been implicated in many activates also. Everything went smoothly, a little too smoothly for you?" asked Trowa.
Lady Une frowned at that. " What do you mean?" she asked, from the tone of her voice you could tell of her displeasure at his statement.
"I mean that such an operation is fairly easy compared to some of the things I have done in the past. Why are you calling on me personally for this when you will be informed in a couple minutes by your people over there?"
Lady Une was silent for a several moments thinking of what to tell him and what could be said. " Are you alone?" she asked.
Trowa eyes widen, another good thing about Virgil was the fact that it was also an exceptionally private and secure line. It bounced off about 20 satellites before reaching the other end of the line and was also encrypted in a 25-digit code that would take the best code breakers months if not years to break. If Lady Une worried about security, then what ever it was not to be taken lightly.
Trowa made his way to one of the Preventers cars as he took out a small pair of headphones for one of his pockets he that fit in his ear. He took out a three-item from his pocket and put it to his throat. He closed the door of the car and looked around to make sure no one was near.
Once sure that he was alone he pressed the microphone to his throat he talk softly knowing that the mic would pick it up perfectly. " All clear here."
"Good" Lady Une began, "a week and a half ago there was a reported breaking at the very dock you are at today. Witnesses say a teenage boy around 16 years of age was the culprit. Nothing was stolen but there was some property damage a fence and some boxes but nothing else."
"I don't see what a small crime has any thing to do with what has happen here." Trowa interjected.
"The witnesses were in there early thirds and could still give an 18 year old high school football player a run for his money. All of them were sent to the hospital with broken ribs and arms when they tried to stop him from getting away. The fence had a hole made form what it looks like to be that froze the metal and some pulled it off.
"That would require some serious hard ward and moves it sound like the work of an ex-soldier and that makes it are problem. But the main reason it ours is because the dock workers got a very good look at the guy who did this and a sketch artist made this. You and I both know that sketch often look nothing to what the subject dose but this I cannot ignore." she said and moved off the screen where you could hear the rustling of paper.
The boy on the other line didn't like what he was hearing. Half of it didn't follow the other half of what he heard and none had to do anything his case. Why did she call that teenager a guy when she sometimes she even called him kid? He did not like the looks of this.
"Ah here it is." He heard Lady Une' voice say. He looked down and his eyes widen, his breaths quicken, and he blinked. One word came out of his mouth, "Heero..."
"I assume that you know what this means." Lady Une asked.
"Yes." Trowa said even more quietly than before.
Oh he knew what this meant and he knew he was not going to like it.
"Good I want you to get on this right away. Understood?" she said he nodded " good see you later" she said and turn off the link, he turned off his and closed his eyes to think.
Man, he knew he shouldn't have become an agent for the Preventers. But no, he thought that it would be easy because it was nothing compared to like what he had to do during the war. He would only have give Preventers info and sometimes run operations.
Boy was he wrong. This was going to be hard.
How was he going to keep Cathy from knowing?
To Be Continue
Monday, March 1st 1:20 A.M. L3X-17895 Tony Delgado hated limos
He grew up in a poor neighborhood and he come to know that most people who rode in limos were rich assholes. Rich assholes that enjoy screwing poor people. Sure sometimes they were people like him, but most were jerks like his boss, the guy who made him take the limo to finish a job.
Now Tony wasn't some puke kid any more. He was the one who gave the orders on were to go and what to do. He was a man who had worked his way up from just a common lackey to being one of the inner circles, people who really changed things in society. He was almost the exact opposite of His boss, who of course, was born into this business; no one like him could get into this business any other way. When his father died he used the respect and money his late father made in this business to become the boss. He was the kind of person that would screw over his own mother just for a little money; the man was an idiotic jerk. If the people hadn't respected his father so much, he would have been dead years ago. At least this was Tony point of view on the subject
Tony did what he wanted because he was his colony's Robin Hood. He was the one who from the inside made things easier and all of the thing he did were to help the people and if it meant that he would have to take orders for some idiot than he'd do it. So he took the limo like his boss said to finish a job.
This new job was the beginning of some ting very important. The boss had made some new friends and want to show them what he had and how he a they could help each other. He brought his best people to protect him. This was the part of the job that he didn't want to mess up. They had some special items and they needed help to get them ship out, this was not your average size smuggling job. The car arrived at the warehouse near a dock. One of his men stepped out of the car to check and make sure the coast was clear. The man signaled it was safe and Tony stepped out of the car. Even though it was March in the morning, it was still freezing cold just like on earth. He found climate control stupid, if they could control the temperature then why didn't they just keep it a perfect 72 degrees? That way everyone would be happy.
He tightened the tailor coat he wore and began to walk towards the warehouse. It was made of metal and look like it had been there for a while from the look of the rust. A man stopped him and with his men at the door, not that he really could if they wanted to get by, and asked them who they where and why they were here. He answer in one word and the man let them be. He smiled, the only reason they had that guy there was to make sure they were prepared when he arrived.
In the warehouse he was able to see several boxes probably full what ever took to fill such large things. The place had a very unusable smell. He could not place it but it was not some thing any one would find pleasant. There was a table with a man standing there and next to him were two armed guards that looked more like robots than actually people.
"Hello Mr. Delgado, we've been expecting you. I'm Luke Day." Said the man.
"Yes it's pleasure to meet you," said Tony, "but I believe we have some business to discuss, Mr. day. So would you please show me the equipment, sir?"
"By all means, sir, please go ahead." The two men from the side opened a large box. Packing materiel fell out a spread a couple of feet from the box. You could easily see some large black object mix among the packing materiel. One of the men gingerly picked the black item up, which was relieved to be an assault rifle.
"Nice. Good," said Tony.
"But where is our payment?" asked the man.
"Right here..." one of Tony men came up to the table and put a briefcase down. The rectangular case faced the men as he opened it. The top gracefully snapped opened revealing a large amount of money, which appeared to be mostly in hundreds.
Suddenly a red dot was spotted upon the man's head. He looked around in panic hoping to find that it wasn't what he suspected, but he wished he hadn't when he realized that everyone had at least one laser sighted on each other. The worst part was, there were three on his chest alone...
"Your under arrest. Disarm yourself or we will be forced."
Damn he knew that limo was a bad idea.
Looking at his computer screen, the 16 year-old only known as the boy Heero Yue watched as Preventers agents ambushed a group of gunrunners.
'It took them long often,' he thought as he stared at the scene. He had informed the Preventers a week ahead; give them little clue while not actually telling them out right what was happening. Three shipments had already gone down earlier this week. They had been lucky, one more day and they would have completely cleared out of there. No one would be the wiser. But they did and it would give some good publicity and so more creditability to the only semi-military organization in the world. But the major thing was that the Peoples faith in them would be restored, but only by a little bit, from the Mariemaia coup. And that was after all the most important thing wasn't it, people needed to know that they were safe.
Heero sat in a park on the other side of the colony. The Japanese boy had gone out for a walk to clear his chaotic mind when he decided to see how the Preventers were handling the operation. He had found the project of the local mob, he guessed, and left the clue the local Preventers agents would need. The Preventers were pretty good at their job; they knew that when the antagonist made one little mistake, I some way they always would, they would on there get them. They were good indeed, but they were still far from where they should be.
The lights of the park kept most of the walkway a benches well lit, but kept most of in the dark, not including the fields and playgrounds. The day was when this park was really at it's best. The Park is the kind of place most people would call perfect for the family. It had playgrounds, basketball courts, baseball diamond, football/soccer field, and ever other kind of field arcaded you could find at a park. It had a little bit of everything to please everyone. It was what Heero considered a very effective and useful design.
Today he was wearing a tight white t-shirt, thick leather black coat that went down to his ankles, tight blue jeans, and black boots. His dark chocolate locks were as messy as always. He had grown a lot in the last couple of months, about 9 inches in two months. He had lost most of the baby look in his face and replaced it with more of masculine face of a man, but it was still not enough for his taste. Although the girls thought he was cute just as he was, he did not care of their opinion. The Prussian eyed boy was posing as a student in the local high school searching for what he'd been looking for since the war ended, his past. Yes, his past and all of the questions that had never been answered. Who he really was, the real him. Not the no longer needed Perfect Solider, Heero Yue. Him. And he would do any to find out who he really was, who his parents were and why he was made into that thing they called 'Heero'. He'd even broken his promise he had made at the end of the war, which was not to bother his allies, and gone to them to see if they could help, but even than he had found nothing. Sometimes he wondered if he really was nothing but a weapon, a soulless tool made only to fight, kill, and die. But that couldn't be true; he had to have a purpose in life.
Everyone did.
He'd have to go soon. So far he hadn't found anything useful in his search here. Finding the gun running project had been an accident. He had only talked to a man that Dr. J had used to help train him, an expert hacker. The man thought that Heero had been there to kill him for helping Dr. J turn him into what he had become. But when he talked to him, the expert hacker said that he was even more disappointed Heero had become even better than Dr. J expected. And that was bad. However, he was glad that Heero had not gone completely over the edge, but of course the man knew nothing of the nightmares that would never stop and how He would wake up in a cold sweat, almost ready to end his own life. The Japanese boy could not remember a day when he had not acted as a soldier or a night that the nightmares had not come. well there was one time...but it was best not to think about that...
It meant nothing.
Heero looked at his laptop for a moment, he would have to upgrade it or just buy a new one. Just like after most big wars there was an explosion in technology, some things the government created but could fund, or thought wasn't necessary, some things that the war made people create, and even some technology that men hide it to prevent it from being used the wrong way. He had seen some new V.R. system at a local coffee shop, all that you needed was a pair of V.R. gloves and goggles. It was good system; you could feel it like it was almost real. It was almost like you could feel it, taste it, smell it, hear it like it was really happening. But it wasn't to the point were you couldn't tell the difference from the really but in some way he knew that it would never go that far, he did know better than anyone after all, what was the ZERO system but a complex V.R.
He wondered what the orders were doing, how duo, Relena, and they all were doing with there fresh start. There were very little records of what hey and the others did during the war Treize and Zech had made sure of that by erasing all of the data of the Gundam pilots they could get there hands on almost like they wanted to give them a fresh start, but in either case it was probably a case of Honor, there way of justified everything. He got up from the bench he had been occupying and walked away. He had to go home a get some of sleep. After all, he had school tomorrow.
Monday, March 1st 1:20 A.M. Mars terra form plant 02
To change a planet from a cold and lifeless to warm and active takes a lot of time. To fill a planet of life planet take a great deal effort even with the latest technology. It would take decades for mars to be anywhere like earth but technology through the years might shorten that time. Though it would not be by much. Trying to accomplish this transformation is Lucrezia Noin who sat in her tiny office freezing her ass off, it was a chilling -15 centigrade. What most people didn't realize before you could Terra Form a planet, like Mars, you had to build a place where people could live safely and that took a long time. From where she could see, it would take at least five years to get the place were the project would really begin fully running. One of the things you had to deal with when building something like this on another planet is that you have to deal with the planet weather. And on mars, it was like being in Siberia.
The short haired woman was wearing a large coat made for the Antarctica weather, but even with that and the heating system it was below zero everywhere in the complex. That would explain why she was freezing her ass off. Planning for later, Noin was going to visit family in Italy and Germany. She had come here to stay for a long time but it had only been two months of course it had not been her plan it had been his... Zech's and after what had happen... now she need to leave.
So there she was sitting in a small office, it was window less office. The walls were, of course, painted beige, a color that cams she had heard. trying to tame the new wild frontier. Most who came to this place looked at it like that, like it was some challenging tourist attraction. There were adventurous men looking for a place where they could prove their manhood. Even scientist researching and attempting to find new discoveries just get their name in the history books. But there were some who were doing this for the right reason, for their poor family who needed the money, People trying to start a new life after there old one was destroy. But she could not judge the one who came for the wrong; She herself had not come for the right reason. She had come to get what she had wanted for a very long time.
Now, not trying to make it sound like she liked it in this barren wasteland. No, Noin wanted to leave. She had been going over the last paperwork before she left for earth, to start over to make her own decisions. She hadn't intended it to be so cold, in more than one way.
She had only come here because he had, since he didn't want or couldn't settle down. So since he couldn't find a way to stay she like a devoted dog she followed him. And now it looks like there was no motivation to stay. She had not decided the life she had lived so far and now it was her time to choose where her life was going and why. When she was a little girl she had wanted to be a princesses and than when she became a little older she had wanted to become a lady who was also a great warrior. She had became a soldier but most people only saw her as a warrior that had no feelings but loyalty, sometimes she thought she gave that impression. She hadn't been treated as a lady in years not since...but that meant nothing and it had only been one time it meant nothing... didn't it?
She shook her head; she had spent too much time in the small room. Maybe she could go get her mail. She opened the door to her office and began to make her way to her mail. The railing she stepped on had frozen pieces of ice all over it. They really needed a better radiator. There were pipes letting off steam all over the corridor that went to many other places, some no one even knew about. As she walk to get the mail, her mind wandered back when she had felt a similar cold, how at first it started as a cold and inhuman thing but in a little time it had grown into something warm and safe, something she didn't want to leave. Something she thought she would get with Zech but it seemed it only happen with him, another man. Had it meant any thing? Had he thought about it or had it really meant nothing? Because of what happen lately she was no longer sure it meant nothing.
She got to her mailbox and opened her locked boxes. The mail looked to be the same as always nothing impor--... a letter from Relena? She opened it up and read to herself. It an invitation to a resort was inviting her to so resort. It seem she was inviting everybody she had meet during the war to get to know them better. Go to see People who she hadn't seen since the war ended? That sounded great and he would not come he was to. she didn't know what it was but she knew that he would not come neither would the other but the other because they couldn't find him wouldn't because they could find him. At least he had a go reason didn't matter though. It was time she start to live her life her own way.
Monday, March 1st 1: 40 A.M. L3X-1785 Siren lights crossed the scene as Preventers agents loaded up the men they had just captured in the bust on a gun running operation. It was still as cold as it was twenty minutes ago and it now looked like it was going to rain that sucked but the colony needed rain just like any earth like environment didn't it. It didn't matter that if it was artificial or natural .in all the mass of confusion, reports that were covering the scene and local police that were trying and failing to keep order, there was the boy with no name.
"Twenty-five million dollars were recovered from the men, probably one of many payments for all the shipments." Trowa talk into his Virtual interstellar Interface Link, Virgil for short, it was a computer, a GPS unit, phone, clock, radio TV, modem, credit card, camera, scanner and even a little wireless fax a handy toy for some one who new how to use it right. On the screen was the director of the conflict and criminal prevention agency, or know to most as the Preventers, Lady Une. A small smile played on her lips as Trowa told her what had happened at the colony's main space dock.
It would really help the Preventers politically. They needed it bad too Preventers had come under a lot of scrutiny two mouths ago because of the Mariemaia coup, but they had come out ok. None had been fired and they even got more funds for problem it was as if say they just needed more money to solve all problems. That was part of it but only a small part. What they really need are better and more people. Most of the people she wanted were trying to move on with their lives, not that she had anything against that but it they make her job harder. Maybe with some more good publicity she could turn the Preventers into some thing much better with some new kids trying to do some good. She still needed a director of intelligence and a director of operations and there were only two people she wanted for those jobs and Trowa might just find one of them. If he is lucky. Trowa voce reminded her to pay attention.
"There were about 30 large boxes full of guns. So far we found there still might be more. It is possible for the guns to be used for us, only for raw material. One of the men is a known 'friend', Bobby Drayne, a very powerful men up here who has been implicated in many activates also. Everything went smoothly, a little too smoothly for you?" asked Trowa.
Lady Une frowned at that. " What do you mean?" she asked, from the tone of her voice you could tell of her displeasure at his statement.
"I mean that such an operation is fairly easy compared to some of the things I have done in the past. Why are you calling on me personally for this when you will be informed in a couple minutes by your people over there?"
Lady Une was silent for a several moments thinking of what to tell him and what could be said. " Are you alone?" she asked.
Trowa eyes widen, another good thing about Virgil was the fact that it was also an exceptionally private and secure line. It bounced off about 20 satellites before reaching the other end of the line and was also encrypted in a 25-digit code that would take the best code breakers months if not years to break. If Lady Une worried about security, then what ever it was not to be taken lightly.
Trowa made his way to one of the Preventers cars as he took out a small pair of headphones for one of his pockets he that fit in his ear. He took out a three-item from his pocket and put it to his throat. He closed the door of the car and looked around to make sure no one was near.
Once sure that he was alone he pressed the microphone to his throat he talk softly knowing that the mic would pick it up perfectly. " All clear here."
"Good" Lady Une began, "a week and a half ago there was a reported breaking at the very dock you are at today. Witnesses say a teenage boy around 16 years of age was the culprit. Nothing was stolen but there was some property damage a fence and some boxes but nothing else."
"I don't see what a small crime has any thing to do with what has happen here." Trowa interjected.
"The witnesses were in there early thirds and could still give an 18 year old high school football player a run for his money. All of them were sent to the hospital with broken ribs and arms when they tried to stop him from getting away. The fence had a hole made form what it looks like to be that froze the metal and some pulled it off.
"That would require some serious hard ward and moves it sound like the work of an ex-soldier and that makes it are problem. But the main reason it ours is because the dock workers got a very good look at the guy who did this and a sketch artist made this. You and I both know that sketch often look nothing to what the subject dose but this I cannot ignore." she said and moved off the screen where you could hear the rustling of paper.
The boy on the other line didn't like what he was hearing. Half of it didn't follow the other half of what he heard and none had to do anything his case. Why did she call that teenager a guy when she sometimes she even called him kid? He did not like the looks of this.
"Ah here it is." He heard Lady Une' voice say. He looked down and his eyes widen, his breaths quicken, and he blinked. One word came out of his mouth, "Heero..."
"I assume that you know what this means." Lady Une asked.
"Yes." Trowa said even more quietly than before.
Oh he knew what this meant and he knew he was not going to like it.
"Good I want you to get on this right away. Understood?" she said he nodded " good see you later" she said and turn off the link, he turned off his and closed his eyes to think.
Man, he knew he shouldn't have become an agent for the Preventers. But no, he thought that it would be easy because it was nothing compared to like what he had to do during the war. He would only have give Preventers info and sometimes run operations.
Boy was he wrong. This was going to be hard.
How was he going to keep Cathy from knowing?
To Be Continue