~ Here we go with another chapter. School is slowing down for Christmas holidays, so I'll be able to get more writing done. But if this fic lasts long until I start school again, be in for some lengthy waits between chapters. School first. Killing my English Teacher second. Then Fanfics. (I am not psychotic) J ~

New addition to the Key. Means it was is a radio broadcast

            Duo sprinted into the Shuttle bay, grabbing onto a safety railing as a huge gust of wind tore at him. //the doors are still open// he looked up through half-closed lids to see the Heavyarms land crouched on the floor. Relena manually closed the doors from her workstation and rode the emergency elevator to the bottom floor.

            Heero turned off the communicator that he had used to contact Relena and blew open the shuttle door with a couple well-aimed kicks. Inflating the emergency slide used for water landings, he ran back and helped Wufei lift Quatre. The blonde was pale and his lips were going blue from shock. Trowa had dropped out of his Gundam and grabbed the bright Neon first-aid kit Duo tossed to him. The braided boy grabbed a backboard from the wall.

            Relena was already at the bottom of the slide waiting for Wufei to slide down. The fast downward trip dis-oriented the Chinese boy even more then he already was. Not comprehending what was going on, he let himself be lifted and steered toward another spot on the floor. Someone pushed his head between his knees to help him breathe. Soft touches like that of feathers brushed his arms and he realized that someone with long hair was leaning over him.

            Heero made the trip with relative ease compared to Wufei. Still holding the Foreign minister in his arms, he rode down the bright yellow slide and landed in a half-run. //Killing the foreign minister was not part of my mission, so this would defiantly make me fail my bloody mission// Meeting Duo on the way over he stopped to catch his breath as Trowa removed the person from his arms and worked quickly with Duo to strap him to the board.

            "You Ok over there Real?"

            Relena looked up and saw that the other three were in a rush to help Quatre. She ignored her fear over the boy that knelt below her and nodded. Duo acknowledged her nod with one of his own, and grabbed the end of the Backboard, letting Trowa take the front and directed them toward his room. //Should not have tried to lift this with my Bloody shoulder// Duo's mind growled at him, reminding him ever so gently with a lighting bolt of pain.

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            "Are you ok now?"

            Wufei found this a very absurd question. His head hurt, he was going to throw up at any minute, and the room refused to stop spinning. Of course he was fine. A hand started to rub his back in a soothing way, causing his muscles to clench at the strange touch.

            Relena felt him tense and quickly removed her hand.

"Sorry" She mumbled, completely at a loss of what to do. Duo was the one that took all the first Aid courses. He was nicknamed 'St. John Ambulance Man', not her. She was Miss Maternal Instinct. She sighed heavily and sat back on her heels. This one she would wait out.

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            It was quite the opposite with the Gundam Pilots. If they waited much longer there was going to be some big problems. Duo and Relena didn't have any advanced medical facilities with them. Only the bathroom medicine Cabinet and a standard First-aid kit. So Duo's room would have to suffice. They laid Quatre on the bed with a hippie style of bed sheets and backed off, giving Duo room to Work. He quickly pulled off the pink blouse the other boy was wearing and started to examine the deep bruises on the boy's chest and stomach. The ivory skin had been cut in several places by the seatbelt and the sharp metal corners of the chair that broke three of his ribs. Running a nervous hand through his hair Duo debated.

            //If I move him, he'll go deeper into shock. If I don't move him, well, we just don't have the resources here to keep him alive. His lungs could be bruised or hurt, bleeding or even punctured. I'm a medic, not some god-damn Paramedic//

            Heero saw the look of un-certainty on the strangers face and mentally berated himself. //I never should have taken a captive if I couldn't look after him. This is my fault. The mission failed. My fault. 'Gundam pilot kills advocate of peace'. Might as well kill myself, the people won't trust me if Quatre dies//

            Trowa saw Heero's face change subtly from stoic silence to determination. He shivered slightly.

"You can't help him, can you?"

            Duo knew the question was directed at him, but merely shook his head. He hated being helpless, but to admit to being helpless, in front a Gundam pilot, who expected 110% from themselves, there for in turn in others, hurt bad. He shook his head more definitely this time. Then turned to face the wall.

            "I have to fix this"

            "And Just how, Heero will you do that?"

            "If I take Quatre with me, and turn myself in, he'll live. It's the only way"

            "Well, if you're looking down that road, why don't you just Self-detonate?"

            Heero gave Duo a cold glare for the suggestion.

            "Then the same out-come for me, but Quatre will not get better. In my first suggestion, I die Quatre lives. In yours, we both die."

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            "Colonial Zechs, Sir?"

            "What is it Noin?"

            "There may have been sightings of your Sister, Relena near Naples, Italy."

            Zechs turned to face his friend and sighed heavily, placing a hand heavily on her shoulder.

            "Noin, as I've told you before. Relena was killed in the explosion at the Sank kingdom ten years ago. I came to terms with my sister's death then. Don't re-open old wounds by telling me of this."

            Noin nodded smartly and turned to leave. Pausing in the doorway, she turned around to regard her superior. // Oh Zechs….that wound never healed. Relena's death still haunts you I can tell. If only you would see her, then finally you could be whole again//

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            Lady Une stepped smartly across the stage. Her hair done up and her glasses on. Stopping at the podium, she watched the hundreds of camera's flash at her. She started off the press conference with no minced words.

            "Foreign minister Winner was kidnapped several hours ago by the Gundam Pilot 01. We are currently using every resource we have to locate him. He will be found and the Pilot executed."

            She stopped here to watch the reaction to her words. Many angry voices from the reporters whispered among the crowd. Une caught several snatches.

            "She's been right all along…"

            "…Oz never hurt Quatre..."

            "..Are the Gundams with us or against us?"

            She prepared to start speaking again when a loud and mocking voice called out from the crowd.

            "Nice to know that Oz does everything it can to protect our people."

            There were several gasps from the crowd. Une looked severely at the crowd as it murmured anew.

            "I mean, the foreign minister was on one of your heavily guarded battleships, yet a Pilot was able to get through all that 'security' and kidnap Mr. Winner"

            The murmurs from the crowd became louder. Lady Une saw some disapproving looks thrown her way. More snatches were heard.

            "That persons right..."

            "Why wasn't he protected?"

            "Show Yourself!"

            Lady Une yelled. The murmurs stopped and everyone moved away from a girl of about 16 in the middle of the crowd. Her hair was a deep purple, along with angry violet eyes. She was small, but her fists were clenched at her side, she was ready to stand and defend herself. Seeing the hated representative staring right at her was enough to let Hilde slide in her last tainted barb.

            "This wouldn't have anything to do with the fact that Oz was openly disliked by Mr. Winner was-"

            "Enough!"

Une cut her off but too late. The damage was done. The crowd turned angry glares upon the Lady at the podium, suspicion marred their faces. Une hissed to two guards either side of her. The jumped into the melee and quickly had Hilde in handcuffs.

            This almost seemed to amuse the girl. As she spoke the next words, Une realized this was exactly what this person had wanted to happen.

"Ohh! I get it, now I'm being arrested for exercising my right of free speech huh? My opinions cause me to get thrown in Jail. What a wonderful world."

Hilde had got the crowd hooked when she first stood against Une, now they listened to her last words as she was hauled away and realized what she had been talking about the whole time.

            Une ducked in time to avoid having a shoe hit her in the head. Other objects followed quickly. Soldiers tried to halt the mob but they were disorganized and easily pushed aside. Jumping into the back of the vehicle that held her new captive, she ordered them to drive off. Safely on the road, she sat back and heard Hilde laugh at her.

Une dearly wished to punch her right now, but there would be time for that later. Lots of it. //I'll teach that brat. Say she was in league with the pilots because she defended them. Then I'll have her tortured for information, then killed. Yes, I like that.//

She turned around to face the girl and was promptly spat in the face. Hilde smiled at her handiwork as her saliva dripped down her enemy's face.

"Oh, and Une. Your mascara's running" Hilde actually smiled wider when Une screamed in primal rage.

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Dorothy Catalonia was driving down the road when her classical music station was abruptly cut off.

We interrupt Bach for an important announcement. The Foreign minister was found less then an hour ago. He was airlifted to Medical Facilities for immediate treatment. His condition remains critical. Pilot 01 was also captured at the same time. He will be executed A.S.A.P. We will keep you posted

Dorothy's weird mind worked quickly to see how this would affect the war.

//Now then, If Heero dies, the war could end sooner then expected.  I don't want that. But it could also make it more interesting, which I do want. Hmm…I wonder if Heero will kill me if I save his life…? Or will I save mankind and make life a lot more interesting. I'll just have to wait and find out. //

~Alrighty then. If anyone gets Une's personality, PLEASE, e-mail me and tell me about it. Her character is always changing and it messes me up, so she's real hard to write about. Hope I got her personality right so far. C u all later bye ~