Author's Note: Yay. Got a new laptop, but it's TINY; so hard to type. So please give me a shout if you see spelling errors, ect… my unofficial Beta has gone MIA to Miami… =S. The email addresses in this chapter are completely made up, so please don't go adding them on IM or whatever…

And yes, this is pretty short. Sorry. Writer's block, gahh. Blame that Lady Gaga song!

Gundam Wing is not mine. Period.

To: Matilda Royal .com;

From: Wufei Chang ;

Subject: Regarding the XXXG-01S2 Repairs

Matilda,

Attached are the specifications for the components that need to be repaired. It would be appreciated if they could be reviewed and your reply be sent no later than the 24th of May. As for the location of the Gundam, I have been given strict orders by the landlord of the hangar it is in, not to disclose its whereabouts until I receive your affirmation. Through the company I work for, I can claim all repair costs of up to $500,000 USD.

Damage to Body: Extensive denting and tears to torso, mechanical malfunctions when controlling lower movements.

Damage to Fixed Arrangements: Shenlong Shield slight damage, right Vulcan gun missing components.

Internal Systems: Damaged LCD screens, disconnected –possibly severed- wires under control panel.

Yours sincerely,

Wufei Chang

To: Wufei Chang ;

From: Matilda Royal .com;

Subject: RE: Regarding the XXXG-01S2 Repairs

Give me the address or at least your phone number; I have a sufficient amount of Gundainium Alloy to cover the repairs. Meet me outside the Starbucks on Granadilla Road at 12:00 tomorrow.

Matt

x.x.x

The Starbucks in the city CBD was bustling, mainly because it was 12 and everybody was on their lunch break. With her classic black coffee in her hand, she sat down at one of the empty tables and watched the passersby; each one of them too busy with their own lives to notice the dark haired girl sitting alone, looking bored. She sipped some of the steaming, black liquid as the chair in front of her scraping against the cold concrete as it was pulled outwards and a figure sat. He had the expression of an office worker fresh from university, young and keen minded, but already bored with his job.

"You see that fellow over there?" Matilda said after a moment of silence, "The one with the navy windbreaker on; he's been hired to murder the courier coming out of the café across the street." She didn't even make eye contact with former pilot; she just kept her eyes on the young boy in the jacket.

"How do you know? Prediction is only worth half of your word," he said with a prickly sense of being higher than her, "There is only a slim chance that that would happen, so why waste your breath?"

The courier, wearing a bright orange, reflective jacket, walked out of the café and towards his bike. Across the street, the jacketed boy picked up his pace and sprinted across the busy road, right as he passed the courier, he flicked out a switchblade and dragged it along his side. His bike faltered, and he followed, crashing to the ground with the inevitable blossoming red on his side.

"Come on." Matilda grabbed her bag and hurried out of the area, Wufei by her side. Soon enough, there was a scream, then the sound of screeching tires and shattering glass.

Stunned, Wufei turned to look at her. "How did you know…?" Silence followed. Only when they were a good three blocks from the scene, and she was pulling out her car keys did she speak up.

"The guy in the windbreaker didn't fit in. This is… well, that was the CBD. Only people with business stick around there; lawyers, CEOs, office trainees… those people, that guy was just loitering. And he was looking nervous," she said, unlocking the car and pressing the keys into Wufei's hands. "Drive now, talk later."

Looking bewildered, he got into the black convertible and pulled away from the gutter, heading towards the highway. "How did you know it was him?"

"When you've lived on this Colony for long enough, you'll understand. Now, where are we going?"

"My apartment... My friend's apartment," he corrected, answering her questioning expression.

Three hours later, Matilda was woken up to the sound of a blaring horn and shouting. Muttering something along the lines of glass-mole, she let out a yawn and sat up in her seat, taking in the scene before her. She raised an eyebrow, "Whaddidyado this time, Chang?"

"This idiot just pulled up in front of me- Woman! Where are you going?"

"You," she pointed to him, "Stay in the car." Fuming, he hopped out of the car, but she sent him a warning glare. She smiled as she walked up to the flaming-red car, "Hey, Elliott." She smirked and leaned against the half open window.

"Who you with, Matt, that Chang fella? Looked like he was trying to kidnap you." He pushed his sunglasses up onto his forehead. "I told you he was trouble."

"He abides the law too much for his own good." She rolled her eyes. "Reckon he'd make a good addition to the RSO?" she joked, straightening up.

"Sure. If you completely turn him around and make him follow the RSO rules, then yeah. I mean, he hasn't had anything against his name, just that spiky aura or pride." He revved up the sport car and waved Matilda off, before leaving her in a cloud of smoke.

Wufei raised an eyebrow then got back into her car, "Who was that?"

"A friend," she said simply, "No more questions. Drive."

x.x.x

Twenty kilometers away in a rundown library by the artificial river, Quatre Winner received a text message from Wufei Chang.

Get the mansion ready. I'm bringing her home.

Sporting a rare, mischievous grin, he darted outside of the library and started to dial the number for his desert mansion.