Chapter 3
A Reluctant Recruit
With the aid of his cane, Dr. J escorted the reluctant Shiuta toward her seat. She refused to cry, but found it too difficult a task as a single tear slipped down her cheek. Her car had been stored within the shuttle and she was to be briefed on her training for her new job. As the two entered a small room, Shiuta was greeted by another strange looking man. He had an extremely long nose and a scar which surrounded his left eye.
"Doctor G, we have a new recruit."
"She doesn't look too willing doctor," the long nosed scientist lifted her chin to examine her face more. With a swip and an evil glare, she removed the annoyance from her skin.
"She doesn't have a choice. This is Cecilia Trembley. However, she is more appropriately known as Shiuta. She is to be trained as a deceptive assassin."
"Ah yes, I have heard of you, Shiuta. Didn't your benefactor die recently?"
Lowering her head, she clenched her teeth together in the hopes of stifling the urge to throw the puny man. Her nails dug into her flesh as he chuckled at her hate.
"You did this didn't you..." her eyes were yellow with fire and her nostrals flared with anger. "You had him killed didn't you! Answer me!"
"This is true. Within the Romefeller Foundation he was more ruthless then you realize. Did you know that he ordered a massacre on the colonies?" Shiuta's eyes bulged with shock. She shook her head and sank to the floor.
"No...no...He was always so nice to me...Why would he do such a
thing? I don't believe it..."
"Fortunately, we got to him before the order was given."
"I don't believe it! I can't believe it!"
Dr. J handed her a box of tissues as Dr. G placed his hand on her head so as to comfort her as much as he possibly could.
"Child, you never realized that all his charity toward you was merely a publicity stunt. He didn't really care about you."
Once again Shiuta's eyes became yellow with hate and pain, "What? And you do?! At least he was kind enough to me and showed me more respect then you ever could!"
Dr. J knelt, as best he could, before Shiuta, "But we have only just met. You haven't given us a chance child." With his one whole hand, he stroked her cheek and moved her dark hair behind her ear. All her strength lost, she broke down. Tears streamed her face as the elderly scientist brought her to his chest, shushing her into a calming state. Shakily, she allowed him to hold her and pretend that he was a loving grandparent.
"How can I give you a chance when you want me to kill people? I'm not a killer."
"Neither is your friend, Duo, but he has killed more than you can imagine."
With confused eyes, she stared into the cold metallic eyes of her new benefactor, "how can he not be a killer when he kills every day?"
"Do you think he enjoys what he does? Of course not, but it is
necessary. In order to claim peace within the colonies, the opressors must be killed. Think of it as getting rid of the bad apples. It's for the good of the colonies."
"Kind of like...kill them before they kill you?"
She felt a hand on her shoulder as the box of tissues, once again, was thrust into her hand. "Exactly..." Her eyes wandered from Dr. J to Dr. G. She knew what they were asking her to do, but she wasn't sure she had the strength to do it.
"I can't do it. I can't get personal with someone I'm
gonna...kill...That's what you're asking me to do, isn't it?"
"Not necessarily. You are a performer. We aren't going to change that. However, we will train you to stall the enemy long enough for someone to carry out their mission. That is all you need to do."
"I'm not gonna kill anyone? I'm just the decoy?"
"Yes Shiuta. You don't have to kill anyone yourself."
Dr. G smiled as she thought things over before switching his gaze to his collegue. They knew that she would do what they wanted her to. She didn't have any where else to go and she didn't have anything else to complain about that they didn't have an answer to. Finally, she frowned and reluctantly nodded her consent.
"Very good child. Now, come with me. I want to show you
something."
Once again, Dr. J led the way as Shiuta followed, her head lowered. With the touch of a button, a door slid open revealing a large window. A clawed hand motioned for her to step forward and look through the thick glass. Surrounded by it's clear atmosphere, the blue planet peered back at her. It was so beautiful from space. Even though the planet had never welcomed her with open arms, she wanted to keep it safe.
"It is also in danger. I can see you wish to protect it. By taking on this job, you will also be accomplishing that goal. You have made the right decision, Shiuta."
"Beautiful..."
* * *
Within the shadows of the safehouse compound, Duo threw a stray
stone out into the night. He wondered what Shiuta was doing now that she was on her own. 'Damn Wufei, why'd you have to scare her away? She
needed our help and you had to make her life even worse. Damn you!'
Shifting his gaze from the vastness of the horizen, he listened to the sound of covered up footsteps behind him.
"Oi...Heero, what are you doin' out here?"
"What did you tell her?"
"Well, you get straight to the point, don't you?"
"Just answer the question."
"I didn't tell her anything. She figured I was an assassin, but I don't think she knows about the Gundams."
"Hn..." Satisfied, Heero turned to leave his fellow pilot alone to his thoughts.
"Hey Heero, stay awhile. I don't bite you know."
The wing pilot faced his comrade with an unusual gentle expression on his face. Hesitantly, he sat beside the self-proclaimed Shinigami.
"You're thinking about her aren't you?"
"Yeah...I wonder what's she's doin'. Wufei shouldn't have scared her off. Now she doesn't have anywhere to go. She's probably sleeping on the street or something. I even tried looking for her in the town, but I couldn't find her."
Heero placed an uncertain hand on the American's shoulder. He wasn't used to being kind, but right now the braided baka looked like he needed it.
"If what you say about her is true, I'm sure she can take care of herself. She's probably fine. You're worrying over nothing."
"You're not helping, but thanks for the effort."
"Hn..." With that, the cobalt eyed boy rose from the ground and made his way back inside the safehouse. He had done his good deed for the day, for once. Leaning back, Duo stretched out on the grass. His eyes watched as a small light circled past the stars as most satalites did and wished for her safety.
* * *
Shiuta looked about the room she had recently been led into. She could hear the shuttle being repaired further into the compound. Not even bothering to ask which colony she was on, she stood in silence as Dr. J instructed one of his men to haul her belongings to her new room. With a toothy grin, he motioned for the young girl to step into an adjoining room.
Her eyes went wide with shock. Never before had she seen something so beautiful. Lightly, she carressed the ivory. Her fingers examined the shiney, blackness of the opened top as her socked foot pressed the brass pedals. Sitting at the cushioned bench, she tentitively played her favorite chord. It was perfectly tuned. With a look of wonder, she stared at the mad scientist. His claw twitched as he made his way to a small button on the opposite wall. Laughing mischieviously, he pressed it. The wall slid open revealing a full library of sheet music, scores, and song books. Shiuta's eyes crossed as she stood from the black bench. Her fingers ran along the titles and composers. Her scrutinizing eyes scanned the shelves for rarities. To her amazement, many uncustomary scores were easily located, including the opera, Lakme. Her jaw dropped as she flipped through the pages to find her favorite song, "The Flower Duet." Turning, she stood speachless before the laughing doctor. He had found her weakness and was using the knowledge wisely.
"I knew you'd like this room. Everything you need to carry out your missions is in this room, except for your computer. That is in your bed room," he said as he pointed to the door they had entered through. "I figured you would want to have that nearby."
"How do you know so much about me?" her voice was concerned, yet not shocked.
"We've been keeping an eye on you for quite some time. It wasn't till now that we were given the chance to get a hold of your talents."
Shiuta nodded her understanding. She knew she should be upset over such a comment, but decided against it. It had always been her belief that when really bad things happen, they always have their benefits...for someone. When her mother died, she was partially relieved at not having to deal with the woman's insults and, as a result, gained a lot of self-esteem. When her father died, she was better able to live her own life without having someone control her every move. When her sister and brother died, she met Lord Trembley and was able to get noticed in the entertainment world. And when Lord Trembley died, she met Duo. She didn't really get to know him, but she felt like they understood each other...somehow. Now her tragedy is in meeting Dr. J, but she would find the benefit in having access to a mountain of music and a beautiful grand piano, not to mention a place to stay and food to eat.
Chapter 4
Mission Accepted
Heero memorized his new mission before deleting the file. He was to assassinate a Romefeller nobleman in his home, during a dinner party. An informant would be present to keep the target occupied. His first task was to steal information from the man's computer files, then kill him. The informant was to keep the enemy out of the room while he worked.
Heero checked his watch. He was to meet the informant in two hours for a briefing. He smiled as he remembered Dr. J's side comment.
Apparently, this was the informant's first mission. He was instructed to be easy on who ever it was.
* * *
"Miss Komoriuta, we are here to protect you. We were instructed not to leave your side," the young soldier pleaded.
She smiled and winked at the officer, "I understand that, but I'm going to change now and I don't want two handsome men to be in the room while I'm naked."
The young man blushed and bowed before the performer. Grabbing his partner's arm, they exited to give the girl her space. Smiling slyly, she proceeded to remove her clothing.
* * *
Heero waited, within the darkness of the ventilation pipes, for the informant to give him the okay. Wearing only her underwear, she stepped in front of the grate and turned on the radio. His eyes were wide and his nose threatened to bleed as her freshly shaved legs stood before him.
"You can come out now. They're gone."
Removing the grate, Heero stepped into the small dressing room. He watched as she slipped into her red and gold, Chinese-style dress.
"So, what's happening?" her voice became dark, devoid of emotion.
"While you perform, I will sneak into the state room and download the noble's files. Then, I'll hide in his bed room. After the program, you have to get him into his room. Get him to stay there while you exit to the adjoining bath room. While you're in there, I'll kill him. When you return, react as if you didn't know anything about it. Do you understand?"
Giving up on fastening the last two buttons of her dress, she nodded. Her eyes were downcast as if she wanted to abort the mission. Her lips quivered as she breathed a ragged sigh. She didn't want to do the job. That was obvious. Gently, Heero moved her hair over her shoulder and fastened the two remaining buttons.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'll just have to get used to doing these missions. I don't like the idea of being involved with anyone's death."
Circling to face her, he knelt and searched her eyes. She was afraid. He could tell.
"Listen, we don't always like what we have to do, but we still have to go through with it. Don't let your fear get you killed. Wait till you get away from the mission before you react to your involvement. Getting yourself killed won't help achieve peace."
Silently, she nodded and continued to get ready for her performance. She had to be strong. Years of practice would have to enable her to disregard her emotions, at least until she was safe to express them.
Once again, she felt the warmth of her mission partner's hands on the back of her neck. He had found an ornate gold and ruby necklace on her vanity dresser and was in the process of fastening it.
"Thank you. You didn't need to help me dress, you know," she smiled as she fingered the piece of jewelry.
"I know..." his tone lacked emotion, yet it was gentle enough to soothe her nerves, causing her to smile.
In one swift movement, he was back in the ventilation pipe. She
watched his retreating figure, as she replaced the grate, and smiled. Turning, she approached the door as she put in her earrings.
"Thank you for waiting outside gentlemen. You may come back in."
"The accompanist is here Miss. Komoriuta, if you're ready."
"I'll be ready in about one minute," she informed them as she applied her lipstick and grabbed her music and bottled water.
Taking the arm of one of the officers, she was led to a separate room. Her escort nodded at his partner as they neared the door. The young man inspected the room for intruders then allowed the girl to enter. She bowed to the two men and requested that they stand watch outside while she practiced with the pianist.
Once they left, she inspected the unknown male. He had clear, blue eyes and light, blond hair. Smiling, he presented his gloved hand. She accepted the friendly handshake as they exchanged names before getting down to work. Cautiously, he warmed her up to her natural high and low notes. His fingers flew across the keys. She decided she would hire him for other occasions. One by one, they reviewed her prepared songs.
"Well Mr. Winner, you are truly the best accompanist I have ever worked with. I think I'm going to have to fire my usual man and take you on permanently."
"Thank you...I don't get to do this very often. It's a pleasure working with you as well," he smiled as he absently played spontaneous melodies and chords.
Chuckling, she looked over her music one last time. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the young man touching his ear and mumbling to himself. Smiling, she guessed who the other member of the conversation was.
"Well, are you ready Miss. Komoriuta?" he asked as he gathered his music.
"Yes. By the way, is he in place?" She smiled at his shocked
expression.
"Eh...yes he is."
"Tell me Mr. Winner, are you really a Winner?" she giggled at the pun.
"Yes I am. Is your name really Cecilia Komoriuta?"
"Why, yes it is, but most call me Shiuta for reasons I don't wish to talk about."
"I understand...after you miss," he said as he opened the door for her.
* * *
Heero smiled from his hiding place within the state room. So this was the girl Duo was talking about. Won't he be surprised.
He was glad Quatre was able to join the mission. After reading that this was her first job, he figured she would need someone supportive to help her out of the building when she "found" the noble. The Arabian heir was the perfect man for the job. He was an expert in the field of music and fulfilling missions. Not to mention, he was the most sensitive pilot of the group. Heero guessed it was because of the fact that most of his family consisted of women. In any case, he would be able to help the girl out when the chaos started.
A Reluctant Recruit
With the aid of his cane, Dr. J escorted the reluctant Shiuta toward her seat. She refused to cry, but found it too difficult a task as a single tear slipped down her cheek. Her car had been stored within the shuttle and she was to be briefed on her training for her new job. As the two entered a small room, Shiuta was greeted by another strange looking man. He had an extremely long nose and a scar which surrounded his left eye.
"Doctor G, we have a new recruit."
"She doesn't look too willing doctor," the long nosed scientist lifted her chin to examine her face more. With a swip and an evil glare, she removed the annoyance from her skin.
"She doesn't have a choice. This is Cecilia Trembley. However, she is more appropriately known as Shiuta. She is to be trained as a deceptive assassin."
"Ah yes, I have heard of you, Shiuta. Didn't your benefactor die recently?"
Lowering her head, she clenched her teeth together in the hopes of stifling the urge to throw the puny man. Her nails dug into her flesh as he chuckled at her hate.
"You did this didn't you..." her eyes were yellow with fire and her nostrals flared with anger. "You had him killed didn't you! Answer me!"
"This is true. Within the Romefeller Foundation he was more ruthless then you realize. Did you know that he ordered a massacre on the colonies?" Shiuta's eyes bulged with shock. She shook her head and sank to the floor.
"No...no...He was always so nice to me...Why would he do such a
thing? I don't believe it..."
"Fortunately, we got to him before the order was given."
"I don't believe it! I can't believe it!"
Dr. J handed her a box of tissues as Dr. G placed his hand on her head so as to comfort her as much as he possibly could.
"Child, you never realized that all his charity toward you was merely a publicity stunt. He didn't really care about you."
Once again Shiuta's eyes became yellow with hate and pain, "What? And you do?! At least he was kind enough to me and showed me more respect then you ever could!"
Dr. J knelt, as best he could, before Shiuta, "But we have only just met. You haven't given us a chance child." With his one whole hand, he stroked her cheek and moved her dark hair behind her ear. All her strength lost, she broke down. Tears streamed her face as the elderly scientist brought her to his chest, shushing her into a calming state. Shakily, she allowed him to hold her and pretend that he was a loving grandparent.
"How can I give you a chance when you want me to kill people? I'm not a killer."
"Neither is your friend, Duo, but he has killed more than you can imagine."
With confused eyes, she stared into the cold metallic eyes of her new benefactor, "how can he not be a killer when he kills every day?"
"Do you think he enjoys what he does? Of course not, but it is
necessary. In order to claim peace within the colonies, the opressors must be killed. Think of it as getting rid of the bad apples. It's for the good of the colonies."
"Kind of like...kill them before they kill you?"
She felt a hand on her shoulder as the box of tissues, once again, was thrust into her hand. "Exactly..." Her eyes wandered from Dr. J to Dr. G. She knew what they were asking her to do, but she wasn't sure she had the strength to do it.
"I can't do it. I can't get personal with someone I'm
gonna...kill...That's what you're asking me to do, isn't it?"
"Not necessarily. You are a performer. We aren't going to change that. However, we will train you to stall the enemy long enough for someone to carry out their mission. That is all you need to do."
"I'm not gonna kill anyone? I'm just the decoy?"
"Yes Shiuta. You don't have to kill anyone yourself."
Dr. G smiled as she thought things over before switching his gaze to his collegue. They knew that she would do what they wanted her to. She didn't have any where else to go and she didn't have anything else to complain about that they didn't have an answer to. Finally, she frowned and reluctantly nodded her consent.
"Very good child. Now, come with me. I want to show you
something."
Once again, Dr. J led the way as Shiuta followed, her head lowered. With the touch of a button, a door slid open revealing a large window. A clawed hand motioned for her to step forward and look through the thick glass. Surrounded by it's clear atmosphere, the blue planet peered back at her. It was so beautiful from space. Even though the planet had never welcomed her with open arms, she wanted to keep it safe.
"It is also in danger. I can see you wish to protect it. By taking on this job, you will also be accomplishing that goal. You have made the right decision, Shiuta."
"Beautiful..."
* * *
Within the shadows of the safehouse compound, Duo threw a stray
stone out into the night. He wondered what Shiuta was doing now that she was on her own. 'Damn Wufei, why'd you have to scare her away? She
needed our help and you had to make her life even worse. Damn you!'
Shifting his gaze from the vastness of the horizen, he listened to the sound of covered up footsteps behind him.
"Oi...Heero, what are you doin' out here?"
"What did you tell her?"
"Well, you get straight to the point, don't you?"
"Just answer the question."
"I didn't tell her anything. She figured I was an assassin, but I don't think she knows about the Gundams."
"Hn..." Satisfied, Heero turned to leave his fellow pilot alone to his thoughts.
"Hey Heero, stay awhile. I don't bite you know."
The wing pilot faced his comrade with an unusual gentle expression on his face. Hesitantly, he sat beside the self-proclaimed Shinigami.
"You're thinking about her aren't you?"
"Yeah...I wonder what's she's doin'. Wufei shouldn't have scared her off. Now she doesn't have anywhere to go. She's probably sleeping on the street or something. I even tried looking for her in the town, but I couldn't find her."
Heero placed an uncertain hand on the American's shoulder. He wasn't used to being kind, but right now the braided baka looked like he needed it.
"If what you say about her is true, I'm sure she can take care of herself. She's probably fine. You're worrying over nothing."
"You're not helping, but thanks for the effort."
"Hn..." With that, the cobalt eyed boy rose from the ground and made his way back inside the safehouse. He had done his good deed for the day, for once. Leaning back, Duo stretched out on the grass. His eyes watched as a small light circled past the stars as most satalites did and wished for her safety.
* * *
Shiuta looked about the room she had recently been led into. She could hear the shuttle being repaired further into the compound. Not even bothering to ask which colony she was on, she stood in silence as Dr. J instructed one of his men to haul her belongings to her new room. With a toothy grin, he motioned for the young girl to step into an adjoining room.
Her eyes went wide with shock. Never before had she seen something so beautiful. Lightly, she carressed the ivory. Her fingers examined the shiney, blackness of the opened top as her socked foot pressed the brass pedals. Sitting at the cushioned bench, she tentitively played her favorite chord. It was perfectly tuned. With a look of wonder, she stared at the mad scientist. His claw twitched as he made his way to a small button on the opposite wall. Laughing mischieviously, he pressed it. The wall slid open revealing a full library of sheet music, scores, and song books. Shiuta's eyes crossed as she stood from the black bench. Her fingers ran along the titles and composers. Her scrutinizing eyes scanned the shelves for rarities. To her amazement, many uncustomary scores were easily located, including the opera, Lakme. Her jaw dropped as she flipped through the pages to find her favorite song, "The Flower Duet." Turning, she stood speachless before the laughing doctor. He had found her weakness and was using the knowledge wisely.
"I knew you'd like this room. Everything you need to carry out your missions is in this room, except for your computer. That is in your bed room," he said as he pointed to the door they had entered through. "I figured you would want to have that nearby."
"How do you know so much about me?" her voice was concerned, yet not shocked.
"We've been keeping an eye on you for quite some time. It wasn't till now that we were given the chance to get a hold of your talents."
Shiuta nodded her understanding. She knew she should be upset over such a comment, but decided against it. It had always been her belief that when really bad things happen, they always have their benefits...for someone. When her mother died, she was partially relieved at not having to deal with the woman's insults and, as a result, gained a lot of self-esteem. When her father died, she was better able to live her own life without having someone control her every move. When her sister and brother died, she met Lord Trembley and was able to get noticed in the entertainment world. And when Lord Trembley died, she met Duo. She didn't really get to know him, but she felt like they understood each other...somehow. Now her tragedy is in meeting Dr. J, but she would find the benefit in having access to a mountain of music and a beautiful grand piano, not to mention a place to stay and food to eat.
Chapter 4
Mission Accepted
Heero memorized his new mission before deleting the file. He was to assassinate a Romefeller nobleman in his home, during a dinner party. An informant would be present to keep the target occupied. His first task was to steal information from the man's computer files, then kill him. The informant was to keep the enemy out of the room while he worked.
Heero checked his watch. He was to meet the informant in two hours for a briefing. He smiled as he remembered Dr. J's side comment.
Apparently, this was the informant's first mission. He was instructed to be easy on who ever it was.
* * *
"Miss Komoriuta, we are here to protect you. We were instructed not to leave your side," the young soldier pleaded.
She smiled and winked at the officer, "I understand that, but I'm going to change now and I don't want two handsome men to be in the room while I'm naked."
The young man blushed and bowed before the performer. Grabbing his partner's arm, they exited to give the girl her space. Smiling slyly, she proceeded to remove her clothing.
* * *
Heero waited, within the darkness of the ventilation pipes, for the informant to give him the okay. Wearing only her underwear, she stepped in front of the grate and turned on the radio. His eyes were wide and his nose threatened to bleed as her freshly shaved legs stood before him.
"You can come out now. They're gone."
Removing the grate, Heero stepped into the small dressing room. He watched as she slipped into her red and gold, Chinese-style dress.
"So, what's happening?" her voice became dark, devoid of emotion.
"While you perform, I will sneak into the state room and download the noble's files. Then, I'll hide in his bed room. After the program, you have to get him into his room. Get him to stay there while you exit to the adjoining bath room. While you're in there, I'll kill him. When you return, react as if you didn't know anything about it. Do you understand?"
Giving up on fastening the last two buttons of her dress, she nodded. Her eyes were downcast as if she wanted to abort the mission. Her lips quivered as she breathed a ragged sigh. She didn't want to do the job. That was obvious. Gently, Heero moved her hair over her shoulder and fastened the two remaining buttons.
"I'm sorry. I guess I'll just have to get used to doing these missions. I don't like the idea of being involved with anyone's death."
Circling to face her, he knelt and searched her eyes. She was afraid. He could tell.
"Listen, we don't always like what we have to do, but we still have to go through with it. Don't let your fear get you killed. Wait till you get away from the mission before you react to your involvement. Getting yourself killed won't help achieve peace."
Silently, she nodded and continued to get ready for her performance. She had to be strong. Years of practice would have to enable her to disregard her emotions, at least until she was safe to express them.
Once again, she felt the warmth of her mission partner's hands on the back of her neck. He had found an ornate gold and ruby necklace on her vanity dresser and was in the process of fastening it.
"Thank you. You didn't need to help me dress, you know," she smiled as she fingered the piece of jewelry.
"I know..." his tone lacked emotion, yet it was gentle enough to soothe her nerves, causing her to smile.
In one swift movement, he was back in the ventilation pipe. She
watched his retreating figure, as she replaced the grate, and smiled. Turning, she approached the door as she put in her earrings.
"Thank you for waiting outside gentlemen. You may come back in."
"The accompanist is here Miss. Komoriuta, if you're ready."
"I'll be ready in about one minute," she informed them as she applied her lipstick and grabbed her music and bottled water.
Taking the arm of one of the officers, she was led to a separate room. Her escort nodded at his partner as they neared the door. The young man inspected the room for intruders then allowed the girl to enter. She bowed to the two men and requested that they stand watch outside while she practiced with the pianist.
Once they left, she inspected the unknown male. He had clear, blue eyes and light, blond hair. Smiling, he presented his gloved hand. She accepted the friendly handshake as they exchanged names before getting down to work. Cautiously, he warmed her up to her natural high and low notes. His fingers flew across the keys. She decided she would hire him for other occasions. One by one, they reviewed her prepared songs.
"Well Mr. Winner, you are truly the best accompanist I have ever worked with. I think I'm going to have to fire my usual man and take you on permanently."
"Thank you...I don't get to do this very often. It's a pleasure working with you as well," he smiled as he absently played spontaneous melodies and chords.
Chuckling, she looked over her music one last time. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the young man touching his ear and mumbling to himself. Smiling, she guessed who the other member of the conversation was.
"Well, are you ready Miss. Komoriuta?" he asked as he gathered his music.
"Yes. By the way, is he in place?" She smiled at his shocked
expression.
"Eh...yes he is."
"Tell me Mr. Winner, are you really a Winner?" she giggled at the pun.
"Yes I am. Is your name really Cecilia Komoriuta?"
"Why, yes it is, but most call me Shiuta for reasons I don't wish to talk about."
"I understand...after you miss," he said as he opened the door for her.
* * *
Heero smiled from his hiding place within the state room. So this was the girl Duo was talking about. Won't he be surprised.
He was glad Quatre was able to join the mission. After reading that this was her first job, he figured she would need someone supportive to help her out of the building when she "found" the noble. The Arabian heir was the perfect man for the job. He was an expert in the field of music and fulfilling missions. Not to mention, he was the most sensitive pilot of the group. Heero guessed it was because of the fact that most of his family consisted of women. In any case, he would be able to help the girl out when the chaos started.
