It was another hot day in Britain, but one of the hottest all summer. A man sitting in a Green wire chair lifted his hand to shield his eyes from the blazing sun. Five young men passed him on the other side of the street, and he watched in interest as they strolled down the small sidewalk and into an almost invisible pawnshop. He got up from his spot at the small cafe, folded his newspaper, and tucked it under his arm. As he paid his tab, the young waitress blushed as she asked if he needed anything else. He didn't respond to her, but instead he crossed the small 2-way road.

The pawnshop was old and built out of old driftwood, as was the rest of the stores on the street. No signs were posted on the windows of the shop, leading most to believe it had gone out of business years ago. Only those who knew about it could find it with ease. He reached for the handle and entered the small shop. There was no bell to introduce him, only the slam of the door as it closed behind him. It was musty inside, and smelled of stale cigar smoke. The five men were scattered about the store, and only one of them was speaking to the owner.

One of the men joined with another and they began to speak in low tones. He walked towards them with a look of mild interest, while hoping he would catch a clip of what he wanted to hear. The two men hesitated at his presence and he turned to a shelf and pretended to look at a disgusting porcelain figurine. They began talking again. Perfect. He was in earshot.

"I just don't feel comfortable leaving her alone. She always gets herself into trouble." one man with dark brown hair ranted.

"She's a big girl. She doesn't need you there to molly-coddle her. Let her get into trouble. It might give her some sense of awareness. Besides, my sister is there and she can protect both of them should anything come up." the other young man with lighter brown hair commented trying to relieve his friend of stress. "Besides, you're going to see her in an hour. So just-"

He didn't need to hear anymore. He thanked the two men for providing him with the information he needed. He slipped a cell phone out of his breast pocket and flipped it open. He punched a few numbers, pushed send, closed it, and then slipped it back in his coat. With a smug smile, he exited the pawnshop leaving the five men behind him. I can't wait for my present...

A few miles away, three men who were slumped over a poker table began getting up, as the pager attached to on mans belt began to vibrate.

"That's our que boys. Lets go get her."

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"Sally, we're here to pick up Relena and Catherine," Heero spoke as he leaned through is open window into the Preventers intercom. He waited impatiently as no answer came. Duo, who was sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly pointed ahead behind the gate and mumbled "Look,"

He looked forward and saw Sally running frantically in their direction.

"Heero! HEERO!" she was screaming as she ran down the long Preventers driveway.

"Dear Lord," Heero mumbled, thinking that Relena had done something stupid again. They got out of the car and waited till she finally reached the gate and opened it from the inside. Her hair was tousled and she was completely out of breath. Wufei went to her side as she reached to him for support.

"They-" she started but gasped for air," they're gone Heero! Cathy-"she gasped again," and Relena have been kidnapped!"

"What!" Heero threw his arms up in exasperation, almost as if he had expected this. He shot an accusing glare at Trowa then turned back to Sally who had caught her breath was continuing.

"I was watching them come. They were right across the street where the bus had just dropped them off. I watched as they were about to cross the street," she motioned to the small 2-way road," then they jumped back on the curb because a white van had turned the corner. It happened in an instant. The van passed them, and without stopping...they took them." Sally shook her head in disbelief, then turned back to headquarters and began walking.

"W-wait! Sally- did you get a license plate number?" Trowa demanded.

"I only got three of the numbers. It turned the corner immediately so I didn't get the chance to see all of them. Drive me back to the base and I'll fill you in a bit more," she ordered and hopped into the car.

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Relena looked painfully at the tight ropes that bound her wrists. The men who kidnapped them tied them up with ropes and chains and they gagged them with twisted rags. She couldn't move at all, much to her dismay, and the small dark quarters, which they had tossed the two girls wasn't making it any more comfortable.

She only wished that she could get a chance to talk face to face with whomever kidnapped them, in hopes to get Catherine released. Cathy had only been at the wrong place at the wrong time, and Relena felt terrible for getting her into this. She looked at Catherine who sat bound and gagged next to her. She tried to give Relena an encouraging smile, then looked defeated at her ropes.

Relena smelled mothballs and felt something hanging from above. She deduced that they were in an old coat closet. Just as she was about to kick the door, it opened violently, crashing against the wall. A man stood in front of them and a long dark coat. So these are yours Relena thought heatly, as she thought about the coats above her head. The man surveyed them with his cold gray eyes and without turning, spoke to someone out of the girl's view.

"Why is this girl here?" he barked in an icy English accent.

"She was with the broad you wanted boss, so we snatched her too. You know, so there wouldn't be any witnesses." A deep voice with a Boston accent responded.

"Well untie them both, put them in my den, then you can leave. You're fired Lewie."

"But-"

"No, I asked for one, and one only. Now do as your told, then get your ugly hide out of my home." There was an icy silence as Relena watched the dark man stare holes at the other person out of her view.

"Yes sir." Lewie finally responded. The tall man walked away from the door, and suddenly two men took his place. They reached down and grabbed the girls by the ropes on their wrists. They jerked them up violently and dragged them excruciatingly across the carpeted floor. Cathy and Relena whined in pain through their rags, only to be kicked and thrashed around more viciously. They stopped at the door of the den, and when the men opened it, they tossed the girls in. They landed with a dreadful 'thud', then the men began untying them.

Beaten and bruised, Relena and Catherine sat up on the floor massaging their wrists, which had been rubbed raw by the ropes.

"Welcome Ladies." They heard the deep voice come from behind them as they heard the sound of the door shutting behind them.

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"The partial license plate number I got was 'S016'. If we can run a scan of how many plates have that same beginning, we have somewhere to start." Sally showed them the piece of paper where she had hurriedly jotted down the number.

"Well why haven't you started it already?" Heero demanded irritably.

"Well if I had the media would have immediately gotten a whiff of it, and the last thing we need is another broadcast of Relena being kidnapped. The public would go a.w.o.l. So I waited for you guys to show up. Don't look at me like that Mr. Yuy!" she growled as he shot a nasty glare in her direction. "If you haven't realized, Preventers has a mole. We're still in the process of finding out who it is, so it would be safer to do it on your computers."

"Right, will do." Duo butted in trying to ease the tension between Heero and Sally, and Heero and Trowa.

"Sally," Quatre started, speaking for the first time in the last hour," Can we please have all taped of any public appearances Relena has been too? Quite possibly this man is a stalker. If we're lucky maybe we can find him in the crowd, or standing near her."

"No problem Quatre, I'll get my secretary to pull out all the videos we have of her form the last two weeks." Sally complied then picked up the phone on her desk.

"What if Relenas not the reason they were kidnapped?" Trowa suddenly voiced, and the guys looked at him. All four pairs of eyes told him that it was impossible because Relena's the Vice Foreign Minister. But Quatre, trying to be respectful began saying something that didn't alleviate the feeling in his stomach that they were looking in all the wrong places.

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