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And also when describing Relena's wardrobe I think it's essential to paint a pretty sophisticated picture while being somewhat sensual, so all of her outfits I took off of ) I'm not advertising I just think some of the clothing on there would be ideal for her character. And the story itself is going to be at least 3 chapters.
Niceties of Hostages
AC 206
The Helicopter made it's trademark "chchch" sound as it landed atop the Winner Corporation Building. It's ear deafening noise was rendered oblivious to the occupants in the 84 story building, it's sound proof windows living up to it's expensive cost.
A blonde man in his middle twenties came out from his place in the doorway to the building, eager to meet and greet the helicopter's occupant. His happy face seemed comical with his eyes squinted from the wind created by the large machinery, his slacks billowing and dress shirt in disarray. The helicopter fans began to dissipate in agility as it settled into dormancy. The side door opened and a women also in her mid twenties stepped onto the building's rooftop. Her attire was less than casual, a black ruffle trim trench coat that ended just below the waist--revealing the bottom of a blue paisley dress that covered just above the knees. Her honeyed hair was in a loose bun, swept away from her clean attractive face. She greeted the blonde man with a small smile.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Dorlian." He said as he shook her delicate hand.
"It's nice to see you again Mr. Winner." She replied, her composure hadn't changed since he'd last seen her during the incident in AC 196. But she seemed to gain a good humor aura about her.
"The other delegates are waiting, they arrived an hour before you." He walked with her to access door from the building to the roof, opening the door for her like a proper gentleman.
"I'm very sorry for being so late, I had a minor disagreement with my head of security." Relena explained, clutching the documents in her hand out of second nature. Quatre simply shook his head, "It isn't a problem," they walked down the flights of stairs that led to the level below. "You are a key figure in getting this bill appointed."
The ESUN had celebrated an anniversary of it's formation all those ten years ago, last month. The Delegates representing the ESUN have been in a heated argument concerning the colonies development expenses, colony representatives urged the earth governments to pay a portion of the development due to war casualties years before. The earth representatives argue this by it being the colony who made the first strike. This was a dilemma that both Relena and Quatre were less then pleased to take part of.
"I do hope they will vouch for this Amnesty for both Earth and the colonies." Relena inquired.
"It is the only reasonable solution I have seen for this problem," Quatre replied. "I'm sure they won't reject it."
They arrived to the briefing room that resided on the top floor of the company building. The circular room held five other men, all older then the two, in their late 50s. The looked at the newcomers with masked irritation, all had been waiting for almost an hour for the final member to arrive and nearly would have made in noticeable had she not been so pleasing to the eye.
"Forgive me gentlemen, for my tardiness." Relena bowed in formality.
"Not at all, we weren't waiting that long." One of the delegates said with genuine admiration for the young woman. Relena took a seat next to Quatre and a delegate from Russia.
"Now, we shall begin with the tax cuts that the colonies have been subjected to…." the delegate named Francis began, who represented two of the colonies in space. But unfortunate for him, and much to the irritation to everyone else--the door opened and cut the man off.
A handsome man of Japanese descent stepped inside the conference room, a younger teenage boy followed behind him. The former walked with a confident and alerted air, while the latter seemed to still be getting the hang of the job he was training for. The Japanese man stopped just short beside Relena's chair, who looked up at the man with annoyance and a curt tightness of lip.
"I thought our business was concluded this morning, Preventer Yuy." Relena said in an inhale. He only flashed his I.D to the other men to prove his security authority, and looked back at his primary employer. The boy that followed him inside seemed at a loss of how to act infront of the politicians, but managed to moon over Relena from a distance.
"There has been a security breech, we've gotten explosive threats approximately ten minutes ago." He looked around at everyone, and nodded toward his fellow friend Quatre. "I've been instructed to see that all of you are safely transported out of the building."
Relena looked around in alarm, the older men seemed more panicked. "I'm sorry gentlemen but we must postpone this till a later date." A motion none objected to, but Relena's face seemed to relax in sudden realization.
Quatre rose out of his chair and informed the men to take the helicopter just atop, the same one Relena came in.
"Should I alert the employees of the building?" Quatre asked Heero. "This threat should be…"
"He's lying, Quatre." Relena said, still sitting in the seat at the briefing table, all the men already gone. Quatre stopped in shock, wondering why the man before him would go to such lengths.
"I don't understand. Heero?" Quatre looked at the man before him, he hadn't changed much in the ten years they'd seen each other. Heero wore a pair of dark jeans with a black fitted shirt and holster belt at his waist. He was much more muscular then he'd remembered, but being a preventer did demand such fitness.
"I told you not to attend this meeting." Heero directed toward Relena, completely ignoring the blonde man entirely.
"And I told you, this wasn't going to be as threatening as you were making it out to be." Relena retorted back.
"You know very well that three of those men are still under suspicion for illegal weapon trafficking." Heero said, "And either one of them is simply waiting for their hired assassins to get a clear shot of you, whether it's Winner's building or not, it is still a high rise building that can be targeted through neighboring buildings."
Relena rolled her eyes and slumped in her chair in an un-ladylike manner. The boy behind Heero seemed obsolete to the three people before him, so he chose to speak up for two reasons, to prove to his mentor that he was sensible and to get Ms. Relena to at least notice his existence.
"We, we were just looking out for your safety ma'm." he almost stuttered out. Heero turned back to his trainee with mild surprise, as if he'd forgotten he was there--Quatre and Relena looked at the boy with a lazy expression.
"who is this?" Relena asked.
"Oh, my name is…" But the eager boy was cut off by his trainer.
"He was assigned to me for training, now tell me why you disobeyed a direct order from your head of security." Heero said. This made Quatre remember Relena complaining earlier about being late due to an argument, this may have been it.
"Because I'm your employer, and despite what dangers there were, this bill of pardon is too important." Relena then rose out of her seat in anger, her dress swaying as she did so.
"The object of being Head of security is to over rule any scenarios that put the employer at risk." Heero argued back.
"Well, since I'm the one that signs your paycheck, you should be…"But Relena was cut off by Quatre's attempt to break up the two.
"Should we still be here?" he asked.
The two feuding adults stopped to look at him, "the source of the information wasn't reliable enough to cause emergency actions." Heero explained, this however caught Relena's attention.
"And just where do you get this information?"
"Not remotely the point." He answered. But Relena turned to the boy behind him, "Now, Mr…?"
"Yuri, ma'm." he answered enthusiastically.
"Mr. Yuri, where was the source of the information?" Her asking was like law to the boy's eyes, the gold rule had meaning again and he wouldn't dare lie to the lady.
"Mr. Yuy had requested that I not state the source," the boy began, looking at Heero carefully. "But, it was said by a group of adolescents that were hanging around ten blocks from here."
"Really," Relena looked very pointedly at the boy's superior but still was talking to him. "And out of what context did he insinuate that a threat was made?"
"Um, the boys were playing a hand held electronic device and making demeaning commentary about participating in a parallel situation that the electronic device was displaying." the boy named Yuri tried to make it seem less ridiculous then in was.
"So, you saw a group of boys playing video games and they remarked how awesome it would be to reenact blowing up buildings just like their game." Well, he tried to confuse her at any rate.
"That's correct ma'm." His superior was glaring daggers at him, but he could refuse the truth to his new boss. This of course was not something that said boss wanted to hear, and she just looked from the boy to the man and brushed pass them both for the exit. Quatre was at such a loss, he thought it best to keep quiet.
As Relena walked defiantly down the modern hallways of the Winner Corp. building, she didn't bother checking around for suspicious characters. So when she reached for the elevator the man standing there didn't pose a curiosity in her, even though this was a restricted part of the building. The man was about the same age as her, holding a briefcase. The 'ding' of the elevator came as it stopped on their floor, the automatic doors sliding open with grace and acting out the role of a gentleman, the man let Relena on first before following. They stood in silence as the doors closed, Relena saw Heero running for the elevator at the far end of the hall. He had a panic stricken look in his eyes for a reason Relena couldn't discern. As the doors closed fully, the man next to her closed the distance between them and covered her mouth in a chloroformed cloth. Her vision blurred, her senses slackened, and she could barely make out the man as he pushed the emergency stop button.
