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Had Enough
Chapter One:
Ten Years and Counting
Her office smells of strawberries and chocolate, which is an odd fragrance for such a room considering the context of what the office stands for. Tucked away on the fifth floor in the northwest corner of the square building is said office, decorated in East Colonial interior with royal blue walls, plush brown carpet and of course, the often called aristocratic of cabinet woods, mahogany furniture. Beautiful and internationally acclaimed portraits of the formerly known Kingdom of Sanc colors three of the four walls, while the forth, by farthest the largest and seemingly focal point of the room, fashions an expansive bay window. Quant, simple, lovely; all insults if spoken in regards to this office.
This office is regal, stunning, and elegant; it is Madam Commissioner Une's own personal sanctuary.
Years ago, the original landowner had sold the building to the government for some unknown reason. Now, ten years ensuing, the building was fully converted into an Earth Sphere United Nation (ESUN) safe house universally and respectively known as Preventer Central. The property that Preventer Central dominated was conditioned and farmed on for a millennium. The building itself lay dormant for only half that span of time; built it was in a time only known to the elders of the world as the Victorian Era.
As it was in the year Twenty-One Hundred when the new calendar of the After Colony eon was established that the first space station was created thus embarking on a New Age of Living. The once Waverly Manor now Preventer abode dated back to Before Colony Eighteen Hundred and Six. The architecture and history of the establishment constitutes an ancestry of old wealth and power, mass supremacy which now yields to a new legacy. A legacy freshly founded yet hardly striving, for alongside this old wealth and power now stands a beckon of peace and tranquility.
This newly established peace, uprooted from the deaths of thousands during a war between two supposedly united sovereignties, now led by a party of political yet pacifistic advocates, hold many thanks to a handful of men and women who gave their lives for a better world. These men and women Madam Commissioner Une knows intimately, as four of the handful proudly wears the Preventer Emblem each day in honor of the dedicated soldiers that they once were; soldiers of a war who fought proudly and diligently ten years ago.
Ten years ago.
"But not quite…" The Lady spoke softly to the ghost of a man she so completely adored before and long after his demise. She sat alone in her spacious office allowing the silence of a new morning to give her strength for the day. "Almost ten years ago, Trezie. Should you be living," the Lady whispered, "I think you'd be proud of what we've accomplished." No tears pooled at her eyelids this time, for the ability to finally let go of him consumed her. After years of mourning, of hating, and of regretting, Une finally let Trezie have his peace. And with his peace came her's.
Madam Commissioner Une's thoughts, deeply fixated on an age of bloodshed and on a man long dead, slowly wavered to that of her daily schedule which lay out neatly before her on the office's mahogany desk. The schedule lay there untouched, unwanted and most definitely unneeded. Monday's schedule, much like the following day's to come, is a regular and comfortable routine. A routine much needed after several years of high stake political battles, environment disasters, terrorist attempts and even down to the lesser of stakes, such as kidnapping threats and vandalism. Peace is on the horizon, but the horizon, sad as it may seem, is still many years a coming.
She poked at her schedule with a pen that slid between cool fingers. Manicured nails colored a natural shade gripped the utensil with a gentle hold. Albeit years earlier, such a tool would have been held in a more iron like manner, however, years of mental discipline and conditioning helped to teach the Lady a state of calm and tenderness, transforming Une into a woman of gentle breeding.
The very woman she was born to become.
The very woman she is destined to live as.
Looking out towards the landscape that shadows the Preventer estate, Une thought about the meeting she held last Friday with two of her top Preventer officials: Commanders' Barton and Chang. A smile lifted to her lips as she recalled their hesitance toward their new assignments. Being saviors of the world by means of piloting a Gundam placed Trowa Barton and Chang Wufei high on the ladder of authority. If the world no longer used titles and ranks as a control mechanism, men like Barton and Chang would be viewed as equals with every other high ranking figure. Of course, some already viewed these men as equals, Une including herself at the top of the list but... Une figured countless others would take view the same way had the ESUN gone through with announcing the identities of the Gundam pilots. Fortunately, the Vice Foreign Minister at the time pleaded sanctuary to the lone soldiers, protecting their identities from the public.
An annoying beeping sound, which usually startled the distracted woman from her thoughts, proved to do just the opposite. She blinked once at the darn clock then tried to focus back on the paperwork on her desk. Without success, a few minutes later Une's thoughts started to wonder off towards something other than work and she finally forced herself to concentrate on the paperwork that lay before her. After an hour and a half of reading, signing and discarding, she took her pen and started jotting down a few notes that suddenly came to mind.
- Brief Barton and Chang on Prime Minister assignment.
- Deploy Chang and team to Sanc for convention.
- Prep Barton for security clearance.
- Contact Yuy with new assignment intel.
- Go grocery shopping.
- Pick up dress from seamstress.
- Draft Ten Year speech.
- Cancel interview with Sphere International Security.
The few notes quickly turned into a 'Things to Do' list. Une penned a few more notes before a knock sounded at her door. Surprised that she'd be interrupted at this hour during the morning, she cautiously cleared her desk top with any confidential folders and a few other miscellaneous papers, and then called for whoever it is to come in.
"I'm so very sorry to interrupt you, Madam Commissioner, but there is a General Po awaiting your presence." Vivian, Une's personal secretary slightly questioned, looking hesitantly at the powerful woman setting behind the desk. "May I send her in?"
Une froze for a few seconds before answering the timid older woman. Sally Po is most definitely a Preventer official and while she prides herself of being apart of such an influential organization, her identity as such is kept private, very private. In fact, Sally's title as Preventer is verging closer and closer to Top Secret. Only few officials, Preventer or otherwise, know of her allegiance, within good reason, for her hidden identity has aided the Preventers more than once over the past ten years. Oops, almost ten years. But General Po? This is a new development.
"Yes, you may, Vivian. If you'll only give me a few moments to collect myself, please send General Po in."
"Very good, Madam Commissioner." Vivian uttered nervously. What a skittish woman, Une silently observed.
"Thank you." She replied, making a mental note to replace Vivian with a more affirmative secretary. A few moments later, in strolled a woman with natural honey blonde hair tied back into her trademark wavy pigtails. While the woman's hairstyle may sound childish, on Sally it is utterly captivating. Whoever said pigtails were refined to children should eat their words.
The gorgeous blonde smiled sincerely at the brunette behind the desk. "You look regal, setting behind that large desk." A returned smile glanced back at the blonde woman. Une motioned towards the chairs in front and Sally slid comfortably onto the leather.
"You look like a General." Une retorted. Sally flushed slightly and shrugged a little.
"I'm still dumbfounded as to why they promoted me."
Une offered, "Did it ever occur to you that you might have deserved it?"
"Lieutenant Colonel, yes. Colonel? Not at first. But General? Well," Sally started to snicker, "I'm still getting used to it. My boys think I'm ignoring them when I don't respond to General Po." Une raised a skeptical brow that Sally noticed. "Yeah, well, I've had to tell them on three different occasions that I'm not used to the General Po thing, so if I don't respond, I mean no insult."
Une covered her mouth when a slight laugh escaped. "You didn't?" She questioned the other woman.
Shaking her head, Sally answered, "Three times, Marie."
"That's hilarious."
"Not to my boys it isn't." By boys, Sally means her medical staff currently residing on ESUN territory at Gilds Grace. How convenient, Sally's commented on more than one occasion in reference to her 'all-men' team of medics.
"But you're happy with the promotion, right?" Une asked, already knowing the answer but wanting to hear it from Sally anyway. After all, for one to be promoted, one has to be recommended. Une thought about telling her friend that she might have pointed out to a few good top officials Sally's worth, but opted at the last minute not to. No point in spoiling the promotion.
"Of course, I'm happy. Relieved, actually! Chang kept going on and on about how I never receive the proper recognition for all the work I do."
"Commander Chang defends you?" At that, Une did laugh. Sally contemplated the other woman's words for a few seconds and joined in on the laughing.
"Oh, stop it, Marie. Wufei," Sally started to say, using her fellow Preventer's first name, "he get's all uptight about stuff like that. Why? I haven't the slightest idea." Which is a lie to anyone remotely close to the Chinese man and the blonde General. The two Preventers used to be partners for nearly six years until one day Sally was asked to join Gilds Grace and Chang, well, he threw himself into Preventer Affairs alongside Barton. The rest is history.
Une pondered Sally's latest remark. Her mind slowly crept upon a previous conversation she held with another Preventer official. "Lucrezia thinks that he might still have feel-"
"Stop, just stop it right there!" Sally extent her palm out in symbol of her words. "I know what you're going to say and I don't want to hear it. We're friends and that's all we are and will ever be."
"That's not what Lucrezia thinks." Une stated, not including her opinion which is remarkably similar to Lucrezia's.
Sally thought for a few seconds on what Une said and grimaced. To put it nicely, Commander Chang is a difficult man to be around, especially while working. What some might call or see as constant attention from him towards Sally is often misunderstood as flirting, courting or 'them seeing each other'. Which is not the case between the two officers considering the fact that Chang has never made a move on Sally over the course of their six year partnership. And she sure as hell wasn't going to make a move either. But then again, Sally's romance life wasn't the only one on the rocks of late.
The blonde shot her friend a glare and pointed out, "This is an opinion coming from a woman who is living on Mars with a man who has yet to marry her. Four years is a long time to be engaged."
"You were seeing Garson for four years and I don't recall seeing a ring on your finger." Une looked to Sally's left hand.
"Nor did I see one on your's when you were seeing Hawks." The other woman rebuffed.
Une ignored her friend's remark. "And besides, Lucrezia did leave him that one time a couple years ago before he proposed."
"I completely forgot about that."
"Did she ever let on as to why she left?"
"All I got out of her was something about commitment, children, and the lack there of."
"Sounds similar to my relationship with Hawks." Une unintentionally commented. Sally shot her friend a look of disbelief.
"No kidding?" The blonde woman asked, surprised that her friend was even thinking about commitment and children with Hawks. "No wonder you can't stand being in the same room with that man." Une let Sally have her small victory at finding out the truth behind her horrible relationship with Matthew Hawks. "I'm so sorry, Marie."
"Yes, well, I appreciate the concern, but my relationship with him is neither here nor there. Quite frankly, I'm glad to be out of that relationship since it was going no where."
Sally laughed. It figures that Une would brush aside an important part of her life gone sour as something akin to deciding what to eat for lunch. "So, any news about the two love birds on Mars?"
"Honestly, I haven't spoken with Lucrezia since her birthday." Une gave Sally a sly devilish look and added, "Zechs forgot her birthday!"
"I know! What a cad!"
"Sally!" Une snorted.
"What? That man has been living with her-" she went on to gossip about. The two respected and influential woman within the Preventer organization continued to trade gossip until Sally commented on their friend's sex life. Une instantly sobered from the trance she was in and just sat there in her over sized leather chair staring back at the blonde woman she'd stake her life on.
"Peace?" Sally offered, realizing her cattiness. She broke into a deep smile while taking a piece of blank white paper off the other woman's desk and cautiously waving it through the air. She gave Une a skeptical eye. Several seconds passed before Une made any resort.
Finally, Madam Commissioner Lady Marie Une put a hand to her forehead and shook her head all the while a sincere and overdue laugh played from her lips. "It's good to see you, Sally Po."
"It's good to see you too, Marie Une."
Two hours and one dish of chocolate covered strawberries later.
Sally took one last bite of her eighth strawberry and sighed in pure contentment. The brunette that sat opposite her also enjoyed her last taste of heaven as she leaned back in her leather chair and glanced out onto the Preventer estate. Hours ago Une had opened the bay window behind her hoping for some sunshine and a little cool breeze. The sunshine came instantly once the curtains were pulled off to the sides but the air stood dead. Which is to be expected given the time of day and the month being of late July.
"Beautiful view you have from these windows." Sally offered, once again picking up their conversation as she glanced past the other woman.
Une slowly glanced her way and gave her a sly devilish smile. "Why do you think I chose this office?"
"Figured as much." Sally uttered under her breath.
"Have you walked through the gardens lately? The roses are in bloom along with several of our crimun lilies."
"Not lately. But speaking of the gardens, Chang says that you're planning the Ten Year Anniversary party here instead of at Winston Abby." Sally mildly question, curious as to why the year's most important event is being held at Preventer Central. "Why the sudden change of location?"
Une hesitated a few seconds before responding. Winston Abby had been booked and organized which took months to plan for. "Security, mainly, but the Board" in reference to the select twelve members from four various organizations, Preventers and Sphere International Security among the handful "voted it appropriate that the celebration be held on the grounds where the most recognition is to be award to."
Sally thought that slightly odd. "Ah, so Preventer is up for a few awards?"
"There are only a few instances where I can unquestionably agree for the awards but rumor has it several officials will be receiving Recognition of Excellence."
"Recognition for their aid during or after the war?"
"Both, I assume. I'm hoping more so post war. Dragging up the past, especially in regards to the war, is a risk in itself. Ten years to recover may seem like a generous amount of time but for those completely affected by it's aftermath…" she trailed off.
"I see where you're getting at. Good thing the party's here then. That way we'll be able to have complete control if a situation arises."
"My sediments exactly."
Something suddenly clicked in Sally's mind. She kicked herself mentally for not realizing this sooner. "That's why Chang and Barton are on Maiden watch." Une raised an eyebrow to the word maiden. "Yeah, I know, my boys are rubbing off on me."
"Maiden is kind of harsh, don't you think?"
"Better than Angel, Goddess and whatever name they call her." With a gentle wave of her hand, Une agreed with Sally. "Will Relena be making any speeches that night?"
"Not that I'm aware of, but then again, Chang and his team are heading to Sanc tomorrow morning, so maybe she'll of changed her mind by then. When I last spoke with her, she seemed distracted by something, so I never got a definite answer."
"Relena, distracted? She must have been real busy. Is she still seeing that Westrope fellow?"
"At the moment, yes. But there might be a change in her personal life." There was slight pause. "Heero is back in Sanc as of this afternoon."
"You're kidding me? Chang never mentioned that!" Sally stated, stunned by the unexpected news.
"I just found out a few days ago when Barton, Chang, and I had our meeting. Actually, Heero's not expected back until the beginning of August but he completed his assignment ahead of schedule, so he decided to come back early."
"The man has no idea what the word vacation means." Une snickered and shrugged. "Kind of complicates things for Relena, doesn't it?"
The Commissioner gave the General a mysterious eye. "Well, I guess we'll find out at the Anniversary party..." Sally looked thoroughly confused by what her friend just said. Une took pity on the blonde woman and continued with what she was saying. "Heero's assigned to Maiden watch, too. Only his assignment is a tad bit more unrestricted." Sally laughed at the other woman's choice of words.
"He's on guard duty twenty-four seven, isn't he?"
"Oh, of course! Who else would be appropriate for the position? Relena would drive Chang crazy with all her chatter, Trowa would be bored out of his mind, and quite frankly, there really is no one else."
"So that means he's going to escort Relena and her date to the party? Talk about the next war." Sally uttered, thinking about the awkward situation. "Who issued the assignment orders? Because Wufei finds it a complete inconvenience on his part to drive the entire way to Sanc-" A deadly silence penetrated the room. Sally quickly glanced at her friend's face, stopping dead sentence. She looked at Une very closely, observing the other woman's silence and how she nervously started to organize the few papers that lay already organized on her desk. "Marie Une, you knave!"
"I most certainly am not. And further more, I like to think of my orders as resourceful."
"Resourceful in the sense of pairing Relena Darlian with Heero Yuy? You're crazy!" Sally spat out in utter disbelief. Une started to defend her actions but couldn't get a word in edgewise.
Sally continued to state the obvious facts. "You do realize the two of them haven't seen each other in five years and haven't spoken in three?" Une nodded her head. "Have you also taken into account that he left her and that she hates him?" Une nodded again while she crossed her arms and leaned a little further back into her chair.
"You do realize that Relena is seeing that Teagon Westrope guy, who's living with her, in the house they bought… together?" Yet again another good point coming from Sally.
Several minutes passed before neither woman said anything. While Sally has only met Relena Darlian on a few selective occasions, it isn't very hard to keep up with the personal gossip going around among the Preventers' regarding the young ESUN former Foreign Minister turned temporary Prime Minister for tentatively two years. Between monthly chats with Lucrezia Noin on Mars, Wufei's constant bickering on having to drop everything for Maiden watch, and of course, lets not forget Sally's occasional lunch dates with Une, Relena Darlian's life was hard not to hear of.
A few more minutes passed. Une checked the watch on her slender left wrist before slowly standing up from her chair. Sally watched the brunette from out of the corner of her eye as she slowly walked over to the office's door. Une gently pulled it open and turned ever so politely to Sally.
"Have I told you yet how good it is to see you, Sally?"
Sally started laughing hysterically at the other woman's words. Her eyes darted to the large mahogany desk in search for the blank white piece of paper she held only hours earlier. She spotted it, snatched it with her right hand and started waving in dramatically.
"Peace?" Sally offered for the second time that morning.
"Peace." Une replied as Sally made her way over toward the door.
"It's good to see you too, Marie! See you Friday at the party." With that, General Sally Po, newly appointed as such because of her recent efforts regarding a terrorist attack, strolled out of Madam Commissioner's grand office just as easily as she done so not three hours before.
On a jet entering Sanc not far off from Preventer Central.
There isn't a single place on the whole of Earth that could possibly resemble even the most common of locations in Space. But then again, in Space, anything is possible. Located in the Travel District where a cluster of colonies were fashioned for tourist purposes, there lays a series of host replica sites such as London, Hong Kong, Tokyo, New York, and Paris. However, the quieter of colonies much like the one Heero Yuy was station on, is a location defined solely by it's remarkable infrastructure that was fabricated from natural materials. Recently constructed, with funds negotiated from the Winner Corporation, Colony L4-001 is the newest residential and commercial colony built only 15,000 kilometers from the Travel District. Quite an improvement from the pervious Colony X8-7RD that was built 23,000 kilometers from the Travel District five years earlier.
While stationed on Colony L4-001, Commander Yuy's assignment was to organize security units throughout the colony's infrastructure before both residential and commercial communities started to assemble. While any number of authorized Preventer and Sphere International Security officials could have been commissioned to the assignment, Heero Yuy was glad that his team was offered first for the position. If he had to stay one more night on Mars at the Westrope Center interrogating the territory's new task force, he'd explode.
With consist reminders of the one thing he considers himself a failure at, Relena Darlian, haunting very millimeter of Mars, Heero had to escape. And just what are the reminders that plague Mars? Firstly, try his archenemies Zechs Merquise, brother of Relena Darlian, and of course, let's not forgot the over empowering Westrope Center dedicated to Teagon Westrope for his influence in Mars Affairs. Which, to any normal citizen wouldn't have any affect but to Heero, boarding at the Westrope Center was his own personal Hell. For it just so happens that Teagon Westrope, admired businessman and heir to the Westrope lineage, is currently Relena Darlian's live-in boyfriend.
The sound of Westrope's name left an awful taste in Heero's mouth when one of his men spoke about the Center. While Heero would have given a thousand dollars to the man just to shut him up from talking about Westrope, he couldn't. It wouldn't be the Commander-type thing for Heero to do.
He grimaced at the title rank. To Heero, titles meant nothing. Corrupt demeaning men and women held titles and thus a war raged. But the dark haired leader in charge of the five men that sat around him is a very passive man, so if Madam Commissioner Une wanted to promote him to Commander, who is he to not accept the title...
The lounge shook and rattled a little too vigorously which forced Heero from his thoughts. He quickly took a clean sweep of the close confines of which him and his men are sitting in, dismissing the playing cards that spilled all over the floor, before resuming his stare back to the laptop nestled on his thighs.
As it is, Commander Yuy and his team are currently on a jet headed towards Preventer Central located in Sanc, a territory that wasn't destroyed when the Kingdom of Sanc dissolved on January 1st, AC 200. With Zechs living on Mars, despite the fact that he's in actuality Millardo Peacecraft (the Kingdom's heir to the throne) and Relena Darlian, biological daughter of deceased King of Sanc who disinherited her title as Princess in favor for her adopted father's title as Foreign Minister, the Kingdom of Sanc was a dormant waste of neutral land. When it became clear to Relena that Zechs wasn't going to resume his title as Prince and take the throne, nor was she to resume her title as Princess, is when her idea of a neutral territory solely inhabited by top ESUN organizations, Preventer being one of them, was established. Thus Sanc thrived.
Heero's eyes shifted out of the jet's window towards the landscape that encompassed the plush territory below. Acres of land spreading for miles filled the tiny window that he gazed through.
Three years.
It has been three years since Heero stepped foot on Sanc soil. Three lonely, desolate years of silent mornings, restless nights and as much as he'd hate to admit it, nightmares. Five years since he actually stood beside Relena as head of security during her last year in office as Vice Foreign Minister. Five years, three years, too damn long!
Heero Yuy couldn't for the life of him reason why he decided to accept this new assignment as security operative for Relena Darlian. Now that she accepted the temporary title as Prime Minister while the official minister lays in a coma from a car accident, she really had the best of security throughout Earth and Space. Even the President of ESUN wasn't as closely watched as Relena Darlian is. But something pulled at him. Something told him that he needed to come back to her. That she needed him, despite the fact that three years ago she told him that she hated him.
The words she shouted at him from across her office in icy tones generated through his thoughts.
"I hate you, Heero Yuy."
A chill crept down his spine. After the war had ended and life resumed it's normal routine, Heero stayed in the Kingdom of Sanc as did Trowa Barton and Chang Wufei. Duo Maxwell and Quatre Winner, also Gundam pilots, left for their respective homes in Space. But Heero, he didn't really have a home and for him, Space lost is appeal once the war ended. So he stayed in the Kingdom of Sanc, close to Relena, applied for a position at Preventers and the rest is history up until AC 201.
Another chill crept down his spine. Thinking about the past will only put him in an even nastier mood than he all ready is in.
"Commander Yuy, Sir." One of his men broke the silence that encompassed the lounge they sat in.
"Hn." Heero acknowledged the younger man with a quick sharp glance.
"You have yet to mention why we're in Sanc."
Heero contemplated on telling them the full extent of the situation but opted not to. All he said was, "There's an assignment that requires my immediate attention."
"And what of us, Sir?" Agent Philip asked while his comrades silently listened to the conversation.
In a cold, dead tone, he answered, "You and the others will be subject to Madam Commissioner Une." Five pairs of eyes shot at Heero's direction. No one dared to ask why they'd be subject, but couldn't help but wonder. Instead, they changed the topic of conversation.
"Isn't the Ten Year Anniversary party this upcoming Friday?" One of the five agents questioned, still curious as to what their next assignments would be. Heero ignored the question to focus back on the landscape of Sanc. Commander Yuy is a man of very few words.
"I think it is." Agent Philips responded when his superior didn't.
"Does that mean all the big wigs from ESUN will be there?" A different agent asked this time.
Agent Philips thought for a minute before replying. "If they responded in kind, then yes, but I guess we won't know till the party starts."
"Ah, so Foreign Minister Darlian will be there." That got Heero's attention instantly. He knew who the voice belonged to and started to feel a headache coming on. Out of all five of his agents, Agent Beckett is the cockiest and most daring, which means he usually says what is on his mind. And apparently, Relena Darlian is on his mind. That definitely didn't sit well with Heero. He cautiously looked at Agent Beckett's face and was disgusted by what he saw. Heero swore that the younger man was obsessed with the young and very feminine political icon.
The commander shifted in his chair, uncomfortable with the new topic that floated through the lounge.
"Prime Minister Darlian, you idiot." was shot out from one of the five men. "She's temporarily Prime Minister until Daniels wakes up from his coma."
"Oh yea, I forgot." A hand flew out and slapped the agent in the back of the head. "Hey, what was that for?"
"Your idiocy." was simply stated.
"Look Carl, we were on Mars for-"
Heero couldn't take anymore of the bickering between his team, which wasn't an unusual occurrence. The five of them just didn't get along. He wanted to slam Agent Beckett's face into the overhead cargo compartment but willed himself not to. When concerning Relena, Heero's control weakened. They'd think that after six years under his command they'd figure it out that when talking about the beautiful figure head in any context, is not the best of ideas.
"Isn't she dating that Westrope guy that the Center was dedicated to?" Agent Falcony asked, not at all that interested in the Prime Minister and her personal life. But he figured if he is going to work surveillance at the party, which is probably going to be the team's assignment, he'd best know who the players are.
None of the other agents got a chance to answer Falcony's question, for a dangerous silence penetrated the lounge. If weather could be simulated with in the jet, thunder and lightening would ignite. The quiet was interrupted when Heero mumbled, "Ah hell." Agent Falcony shot his superior a confused eye than turned to look at the other four men seated around him. What he saw when he glanced their way was also confusion mixed with a smidge of surprise.
Commander Yuy picked up on his team's confusion, which frustrated him all the more. Instead of explaining his sudden change of mood, he pivoted a death glare towards his men than abruptly stood up, left his chair, and continued to walk over to the cockpit. The five young men were even more surprised when Commander Yuy flung the pilot out of the cockpit, stepping in to shut the door behind him. The jet lurched forward in indication that the speed increased. A cough broke the awkward silence.
"What was that all about?" Agent Beckett asked turning towards the pilot.
The man shrugged, used to the Commander's uncivil behavior. "Beats me! What the hell were you guys talking about that pissed him off?"
"Nothing really." One of the agents supplied.
"Prime Minister Darlian." A different one stated.
"The Westrope fellow that the Center was dedicated to." Came another response.
Lieutenant Colonel Henry Granbury, a pilot who's been with Heero since he joined the Preventers, shook his head in disgust much the same way as the Commander. Old enough to be Heero's father and wise enough to recognize the tension in the air when ever Relena Darlian's name is mentioned, he told the five young men to shut up and finish their paperwork.
Twenty minutes later when the tension in the air subsided, Agent Denver asked Lieutenant Colonel Granbury a very funny question. "What do you think got into Commander Yuy, Lt. Colonel?"
"Simple." The older man answered back, not bothering to look up from the Sanc Morning Report newspaper in his hands. A calculating grin crossed his uninterested face, "Commander Yuy's had enough." Five pairs of eyes looked at him, bewilderment evident in their features. "Ah hell, you boys are in for a real surprise."
Authored by: aep