Trowa calmly strolled down the sidewalk towards the park. Quatre had decided to head to the coffee shop they had agreed on as a rendevous a little early, and Trowa would rather be alone for a while. At least when he was alone, he didn't have to defend his desire to talk only when things are worth talking about. He stared down at his watch as he strolled past a conviently placed movie theater. 3:15. Perhaps he would have time to watch a movie and still make it to the coffee house before five. He didn't have to be there until Wufei was anyways. He looked at the coming attractions poster, and found himself drawn to a strange poster. It was for something called an anime, and it looked utterly ridiculous. These four kids rode horses and fought against a king or something. Who would waste their time with cartoons once they had turned five, anyways? 'Oh well,' he thought as he purchased his ticket and walked inside, 'be content with whatever you can get.' * Keli scrunched her nose like she often did while she was thinking. Duo had already taken notice of this, and found it only slightly annoying. 'This is pointless,' she thought,' I haven't gotten him to tell me much. Of course, I haven't really asked him much.' She watched in bemusement as he handed a homeless guy a few crumpled bills. As they walked away, she looked back at the filthy old man. "Why in the world did you do that?!" she asked with a slight laugh. "You have gotta know that half the homeless guys in this colony are total con artists." He shrugged. "I always feel bad for old people." She snuffed. "Even Duke Dermail?" Duo smiled casually. "You into politics?" "A little." As they continued to walk, he decided to press her. "So, what do you think about those gundam things?" She looked at him like he was nuts. "Gundam 'things'? Those MS are weapons of mass destruction! I don't think you should just write them off as 'things'. That's total heresy." "Oh, really?" he asked as cooly as he could, though his smile widened a bit. "So, do you know anything about them?" Suddenly Keli was full of energy and began talking to Duo like he was her oldest friend in the world. "Oh, I know tons! I know stuff about their structure and their weapons, and their code numbers. Like the big white one with the wings? That one is Gundam Wing Zero, because it has this system called the 'zero system'. This system is supposed make people totally wig out, it's freaky. Then there's this big black one with wings, it looks like a bat outta hell, I'm telling you, it's called Deathscythe Hell. It's number is 02, and it has this huge scythe thingy. But it isn't as cool as Wing, 'cause it doesn't have the zero system." Duo blinked. Wing cooler than Deathscythe? He raised an eyebrow, "Hey, how do you know all this stuff about the gundams. I thought that kind of info was classified." Keli bit her tongue, realizing too late that she had let her mouth shoot off again. She really needed to work on that... "Yeah, well, I worked on an OZ crew about a few months ago. You learn a lot of stuff if you just listen in on conversations." Duo grinned. He seemed to have hit paydirt, all because he had wanted to hang out with a pretty girl. And to think Wufei always told him to stop chasing skirts. "Hey, I heard this rumor that OZ was building a new MS. Do you know anything about that?" She looked at him quizzicly. "Why?" Duo scratched the top of his head. "Just want to know what's going to happen next." She stopped walking, and he did as well after taking a final step. He turned to her. "What?" She inclined her head. "Don't bullshit me, Duo," she said in a flat, knowing tone. "Why do you really want to know about this MS?" * From his cinema seat, Trowa licked his teeth in a futile effort to remove the kernel skins from his teeth. The shaded characters with creepily large eyes screamed from the screen, doing magic and other such nonsense. "Y'know," he said, "This movie isn't bad. * Duo shoved his hands into his pocket and smiled. "All right, you got me. I fight in a rebel faction against OZ, and I want to know how to mess up this new suit." Keli frowned. "Oh, you do? What about that guy you left the bay with? Is he a member of this rebel group?" Duo blinked. "Heero? I mean...damn." He smiled, "Weeell, yeah! He is. In fact, I'm meeting him and some other members of this group pretty soon. If you have any info on this MS that is useful, you should tell us." He looked at her and leaned down about an inch until he was level with her eyes. "We could pay you. Not a lot, but enough to make it worthwhile." She took a step back from this weirdo. Her mind was still buzzing with the name. Heero. Where had she heard that name before? Ah, yes, Heero Yuy, the pacifist. It had been six years, and she finally knew the name of the boy who had killed her. She smiled, practically ecstatic. "No need. The downfall of OZ is all I need." Duo looked surprised. "You serious? Well, great. It's about 4:00. I'm meeting him and the rest of my friends at this coffee place at five." He thought for a second and said, "Hey, what about your friend?" Keli grabbed his arm and gave him a tug towards the hotel district. "He can wait. C'mon, let's go to my place." Duo grinned. "Well, okay, but..." She frowned and pushed him away. "Pervert!" She pushed the nose of her glasses. "Eww. No, I just have to get something, and I don't want to lose you." "Oh. Damn."