A/N Hey, thanks so much for the reviews everyone. I shall continue. I really hope you like it. I also redid this chapter to make it flow better.

For months Trowa had been following leads on a particularly nasty terrorist named Merin Inyata. Three months after the war ended, he began working as a freelance agent for the Preventers and a month after that he began tracking down the slippery monster. The guy was good. He had to give him that. In the time since Trowa had started the case, he had only gotten remotely close to catching the guy once, but in the end he still managed to slip away.

A new lead from headquarters had led him to the rundown L1 colony and despite only being in town for a few days things were already starting to look good. He was scheduled to meet up with an informant who had been working the case much longer than he had and who had the misfortune on being an undercover agent who was in deep. She needed Trowa to do the dirty work, the kind she couldn't do without drawing suspicion to herself and he'd gladly accepted if it meant capturing that snake Inyata.

The two had scheduled to meet at 22:00 sharp in front of some old diner. However, that was before the rain came down and Trowa decided it best to go inside the small diner and wait for her there. After all, she must be a smart girl or at least smart enough to look inside the diner for him when she didn't find him in the downpour.

The diner was obviously near its closing timr, but he hoped his informant would arrive before then. An old woman came up and handed him a menu and he thought for a moment. True, he didn't know what the young lady he was supposed to meet looked like, but he was sure she was young, or at least younger than the waitress had been.

Trowa nodded politely and the old woman quickly walked off. He didn't really notice if anyone else was in the diner or not, but a much younger woman soon walked up to him. She was short and looked to be about his age or so and she also looked really thin but very pretty at the same time. Nothing about her screamed military, but she did look a tad pissed, or tired, or maybe bored. He knew better than to judge a book by its cover but he couldn't see her as being a soldier.

"Can I take your order, Trowa?"

She knew his name. Trowa kicked himself inwardly for being so naïve for underestimating this girl. She was obviously the agent he was supposed to be meeting.

"I got caught in the rain for nothing" he thought for a moment.

She just looked at him, an expressionless look on her face that he had to admit was a bit unnerving.

"We're can we talk?" was all he said.

She looked at him again and for a moment he wondered if he had gotten the wrong girl, but he knew he hadn't. Before she could respond, both of them noticed something was amiss. Within an instant a stream of bullets ran through the small diner and without a word the young woman quickly pulled the older woman, who had served him earlier, to the ground, and Trowa was behind the counter with his gun drawn.

TBC