~*~ First Class Hotel Room A ~*~

~*~ 5:25 PM ~*~

Calé let the hotel service employee in as the attendant brought in the last of Évangalie's bags. Calé would be sharing a suite with his sister, and Kiro got his own rooms. The arrangements were carefully planned out by Zechs and Heero. Éva wouldn't be able to sneak any boys in with out her brother knowing, and Kiro would have to answer the door or phone, should anyone call for him. The "middle child" was currently calling his mother from his suite of rooms. Calé consider that, and decided that it was good idea, and his the tele-communications vid-console. After a few moment's time his father's handsome face appeared on the screen.

"You arrived safely, I trust," Zechs said.

"Yes, Father. Kiro is calling Aunt Relena, and Évangalie is already shopping," Calé answered.

"Good. Your mother was so worried, she wouldn't speak a wouldn't speak a word of English."

"You don't speak French, do you father?"

"Not enough to understand what she was saying."

Both men laughed. Seriousness crept back into Calé's voice and eyes. Calé was almost afraid to ask his father a work related question so soon.

"Father?"

"Yes, Calé?"

"Have you ever met, or heard of the Von Garge family?"

"Heard of them vaguely, why?"

"I met another diplomat, who's on our -"

"Oh? What is their name?"

"Fionlucia Von Garge."

"Let me do a quick check."

Zechs' face turned to look at the computer screen that was slightly out of view. He typed in some words. Zechs' blue eyes narrowed and read the screen with interest. He turned back to his son, ready to give out the information.

"This is what I have found. Name, Fionlucia Rose Von Garge. Age, nineteen. Sex, female. Parents, Aller Von Garge and Lady Une. Birthplace, Bern Switzerland. Current residency, London England. Political affiliation, Preventer Organization."

"Father, you used to be a Preventer, right?"

"Yes. But I retired to preside of the country with your mother. Lady Une said I was the best employee she ever had."

"If Fiona is Lady Une's daughter, and Une liked you as an employee -"

"I'll contact Lady Une about this."

"Got it, Father. May I speak to Mother?"

"Sure," Zechs said, getting up to get his wife.

"No, Father. It's 'oui'," Calé grinned.