I don't have time tomorrow, to upload the next chapter. Because of this, I upload it this evening.

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„So, does anybody know, how we shall continue? ", Gabriel asked into the round. Seven people, without him, sat in one circle. Three Women and five men. And Gabriel was himself at the top. Silence was in the air. After the failed, last try, to strike back the britannian armed forces, no one had ideas anymore and how they should go on.

"What about us to get a Knightmare?" Pepe called into the round.

"And how shall we do it, Idiot? Come on, let's brake into the storage and get one."

"This is our death sentence. It's totally insane!"

"Has somebody a better suggestion?"

"What about the searching way of the police? We can react there."

"Or we come up with a thought with sense and don't try, to die some senseless deaths!" Chloé went now into the discussion from the others. She sat next to Gabriel, her legs crossed and her arms before her chest. The brown eyes speared the eyes of her opposite and she let herself fall back with an annoyed sigh.

"What do you think, Gabriel?" Now, Rosa announced herself, the youngest of the group. Gabriel stayed silent, saying nothing and sat exactly like Chloé next to him. The only difference was that he had his eyes closed, he listened to all things which his comrades had to say. The girl next to him sighed again. "We need a senseful plan."

„Then suggest anything meaningful, Chloé!", Leandro shouted from behind and kneaded at his hands. "What shall we do after your opinion? Lelouch holds all storages and military bases so close, no Rebel group can do it, to come through."

"And how is it, when we try to get to Lelouch and try to kill him?"

"And what do you want either? A six in the lottery? Don't be totally cuckoo, Nico! The governor has himself bold that well, behind every corner in his mansion; there are guards and weapons in different medleys. So we can choose our death sentence!" The voice of Rafael dripped full of sarcasm and cynicisms. "So, how do you want to die, Nico? A knife in your chest or a bullet in your brain? I bet, that Lelouch will grant your wish with pleasure." Rafael disappeared out of the door. "Call me in, if you have an idea." Then, he was gone.

„Then there only were seven", sang Patricia in a light tone. After that, her face turned serious.

"So, who wants to go and work out a plan with sense?" Everyone stood up and left the little conference room. Everyone, but for Gabriel and Chloé. The two twenty years old stared into the void. Chloé let her brown eyes wander to her best friend. He still sat with folded arms the eyes were yet closed. Chloé bend forward, she tried to get an expression on his face.

"About what are you thinking, Gabriel?", she asked and laid her hand on his elbow. He opened his eyes and a pair of sapphire blue eyes looked into her brown.

"I'm just thinking about Marie."

Chloé knew the topic very well. Marie was the childhood friend of her best friend. It took his time, when he told her about Marie. She came to know the child stories of those two. And always, when Gabriel talked, Chloé could see his grief and suffer of losing. It would hurt her as well, if she would lose an important friend too, but anyway, she could not let the feeling go, that it wasn't only the lose of an important friend, but from something else.

"Please tell me, Gabriel.", she whispered quietly, her expression became softer, "how did Marie die?" His see looked down and again, in his eyes was written the pain in it.

"We were together, at the day, when Britannia came." He made a short break. "We played together, as we could see the flying forces. We hurried back to our family, until we were separated. Marie escaped with her mother. But, as I tried to find her, I was told, that she is dead." His hands cramped themselves and he digs his nails into his flesh. Now, there was fury and his hatred for Britannia, she could see it. The country took a beloved person from him. "She was killed, when the Britannians found her. To kill an innocent girl." He gritted his teethes and he had to pull himself back of the memory that he did not must to scream loud.

Chloé tightened her grab on his arm, to calm down the leader of the rebellion group. "Please, tell me a little about her." She loved his voice, if he told her about his childhood, which was not so bad. Gabriel's suffering began at the autumn day, when Britannia came. He calmed down and relaxed into his chair. His eyes were dreamily, he was chained into his old memories.

"She was always a true whirlwind.", he began to say. He looked on the metal tag and her picture came in front of his eyes. "She was really pretty. Beautiful if you can tell that about a child. Her hair was as black as pitch and she had big, green eyes. Her eyes had the colour of emeralds." Her beautiful laughing rang into his head and he could not stand the thought since twelve years, that he would never see her again. "We lived in the same village; we know each other, since we both were little kids. Our mothers were good friends, and with that, we met each other." He closed his sapphires and a smile came upon his lips. "She was so affectionate and she had a heart of gold."

He let himself taken into the eddy, with the thoughts to his Marie.

"Come on, Gaby. Let's go." She ran some meters before him and he had his problems, to follow her. She was always so fast, she beat every high-class runner with her young power.

"Wait for me, Marie.", he called, but the waves of the Atlantic topped his childish voice and Marie couldn't hear him. They were – like always – on their way to their favourite place.

Suddenly, she turned her back to him and he had the chance, to take a deep breath. He laid his hands on his knees and panted heavily.

"You need to get better, Gabriel. Or you will lose me."

"Don't say this always. I know it."

A short break, where she stood on the same position, her best friend came to her and looked into her deep emerald eyes. "What's wrong, Marie? Is something wrong?"

"Gabriel…" Her voice was quite, he had problems to hear it. "Do you think, that we stay best friends forever?"

"Of course we do." That was strange. She was always so impulsive and now she asked him something like that? "Why do you ask yourself this?"

"Because…" She stopped, but then, her voice became clearer, louder. "When I asked my dad, if he still had a friend from his childhood, he said, that he didn't. He lost all of them."

"But this won't happen to us." He shouted and he looked again into her emeralds with his sapphires. "We will always stay together, no matter, what happens."

She began to smile and nodded. "Yes, we will always stay together."

He smiled back: "We will!"

Even in the evening, the silence in the old quarters made still a sad place. And not just yet could the Santa Maria la Real de la Almudena cathedral bring them any hope. Quite the best of all Spaniard were catholic and prayed every evening to god. They prayed for freedom and equality, they wanted to be free people again and to have their beloved country back.

Every evening, they prayed, that the Britannia's would not terrorism them anymore and that they would have enough food for the next day, that they would not have any fears for the future. But the biggest wish of them was one thing: a messiah.

Gabriel tried to be that Messiah, but he knew very well, that he could never be the one, who would free area nine. But maybe, with their attacks, something would react in the peoples mind. They could bring the governor; Lelouch vi Britannia, to fall and they could get their home back. It was the biggest wish of his group and he would sacrifice everything, to grant this wish. But who was he?

Gabriel looked from the roof of a high-rise building into the night sky. He could see the lights of Madrid, the former capital. And in its core was the prince of Britannia, who was responsible for all the executions.

"How shall we get rid of her?"

"I have no idea! How could you be so stupid to rush a steel pipe around, while you are drunk! If someone sees us, we will have much and big trouble!

"It was an accidental slip! I really did not see her!"

"Drink less, and then something like that won't happen."

Quite voices came from the Street under him. Gabriel saw into in darkness laid side street. The only thing he could see was a bright red head of hair, a man stood behind him. Both of them discussed and fought. And they carried something with them, but what was it?

Gabriel went above the possibilities and chased the men with his eyes. After the appearance, they carried a human with themselves, but he had to find out, if it was true or not. Maybe it was wrong and it was something else.

The two men neared themselves the huge junk yard and the moon lightened them up. Gabriel could not lie wrong, anymore. The man behind the redhead carried a young woman. She seemed unconscious, in any case, she had her eyes closed and let everything be done with herself. Gabriel decided, to get a better picture of those three people.