~*~ November 25, AC 199 ~*~

~*~ Zechs' Office ~*~

~*~ 4:23 PM ~*~

Zechs sat at his dark oak desk. There was a knock on his office door. This desk was significantly cleaner than his desk at Preventer Headquarters. Only three pictures sat on this desk. The first was of Trey, Relena, Heero, and himself, at Zechs' wedding. The second was of Relena, and himself as small children. The third and final picture was a picture of Trey. Two portraits hung on the walls. One was of his his father, a portrait rescued from the original castle of the Cinq Kingdom. The other was a recently painted portriat of Zechs and Trey. The visitor knocked again.

"You may come in," Zechs said, organizing a set of papers on his desk. Heero walked in and seated himself in the leather chair facing Zechs' desk.

"Zechs, you said you had to ask me something?" Heero asked.

"Yeah, as you know this country has fallen twice because my ancestors, parents, and sister are all pacifists. I decided it would be wise if the Cinq Kingdom at least had a military, even if we never use it," Zechs said.

"Good decsion, Zechs. But what does all this have to to do with me?" Heero asked.

"I want you to lead the organization of the military, and then lead the military once it's built up," Zechs offered the position to Heero.

"But Zechs, you are just as much as soldier as I am, and this is your country. Why don't you lead the military?" Heero said, confused.

"As king, I've got other things to worry about. Heero, it's alright if you want to refuse this position, just consider the proposition." Zechs said, handing him papers. Heero nodded and looked at the paper in his hands.

"What's this, Zechs?" Heero asked, standing up.

"I just wrote up the details of the job. It'll answer most of the questions that you might have," Zechs answered.

"Thanks, Zechs. I'll think about it," Heero told him, then left.