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Part 8

The shadows lit up and Hanging upside down from an air vent hung a young girl Heero and Relena's age. The light came from a watch who's face sat on the inside of her wrist. She grabbed onto the edge of the vent and swung upright. She dropped to the floor in a cat like stance. She stood up to her full height.

She wore tight black leather pants and a tight leather shirt that buttoned down. The top two buttons were undone and she had a necklace on with a green pendant. He wore boots with flat bottoms and a silver chain wrapped around her waist. She had knee length blond hair pulled back in a ponytail. It was so light that it could rival Dorothy's hair. She had a black overcoat on the hung down to her ankles. It was loose and big enough for her to hide several useful items if need be. The collar was flipped up.

She bowed to Relena and Heero. "My name is Lilian. You can call me G though." she stood up strait. "It seems like you need some help. I heard you screaming earlier." She said to Relena. "I was waiting for Mr. Yuy to be thrown in the cooler. But you prevented that."

"Uhhh. Okayyy." Relena said not quite understanding who G was. "But... are you human?" She asked wanting desperately to know.

"Of course I am. I tried to sabotage Operation meteor second phase. I failed." Her featured became sullen. "I failed my own mission."

"Failure prevents failure." Heero said. "You need to try again."

"What does it look like I'm doing?" G answered him. "Not skipping through the daisies that's for sure." She said almost harshly. Then said, "Sorry. I'm a little over tense at the situation."

"That's all right." Relena said in a very cheerful voice. "I understand."

"Hn." Heero said pulling the blanket off of him. "What's your plan."

"Well I was going to get you up out the vent in the ceiling. But that has become impossible due to other aspects." She smiled. "So I threw the stealth out the window and decided that we're doing this my favorite way. We are gonna leave with a bang. Literally."

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Milliardo was pacing back and forth in the empty conference room. "No word yet on Relena and there are imitation people running around." He nearly punched the wall. "What the hell is going on?!"

"Correction." Quatre's voice said. "There aren't any imitation people running around."

"We already got rid of them." Trowa said.

"But they got Heero. And I'm Guessing Relena is missing too. So they probably have some connection to the war that's coming." Duo said using his head. [wow!! @_@]

"Wufei?" Milliardo asked. "Do you have anything to add to make my job harder?"

"None that I can think of except that Heero was wounded." Wufei answered. "Besides I'm sure the aliens... if there are any.... wouldn't be stupid enough to put Heero and Relena in the same room. They would practically be commiting suicide."

"Count your blessings. 'Cause I beleive they have put the gun to their own temples." A sexy voice said. "And they have a knife to their belly."

The group spun around shocked. Standing in the door way was a pretty young woman the same age as the pilots. She had black hair that was curly and reached down to her shoulders in waves that shone like a dark glass. She was tall and was wearing tight black leather pants. She had a tight black silk shirt that buttoned down the front and wore lovely shiny black leather boots with flat bottoms. She had a pair of sun glasses with black wire framing the lenses. She had a black over coat that hung down to her ankles and around her neck was a red crystal pendant on a silver chain. Her collar was folded down neatly.

5 guns were pointed at her at the same time. She was unfased by this and simply took of her sunglasses. "Hello there. Nice to meet you too." She said sarcastically. "Mine name is Patricia. You can call me Patrick or G1."

Quatre lowered his gun and look at G1 very oddly. "You aren't an alien are you?"

"No I bleed like everyone else." She said raising her arm where a half healed wound glistened. "See."

"What happened." Duo asked lowering his gun.

"I met my duplicate." She said simply. "Too easy to beat so she decided to spice it up with a jagged piece of metal."

"If you aren't an alien. Why are you here and why were you duplicated?" Quatre asked.

"You are just full of questions, aren't you?" Patrick replied. "I was duplicated because they duplicated all the gundam pilots." She said.