Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing and by writing this I am not trying to defy the fact that I don't. I enjoy Gundam Wing *Love the characters and the spy character is my own!

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In the next two months many attacks were made on Krushrenada's estates and bases half of them Gundam and the others made in person by the spy. Those which usually ended in their weapons drawn and the stranger performing his disappearing act before sustaining injury until the other day. The spy had managed an upper hand stabbing the general in the chest but in counter to throw of his balance and remove the offending obstruction Krushrenada had smoothly tore his own foil into the ankle of his enemy. As he stumbled back injuring it worse Treize struggled to remain standing himself, the colors of his jacket ruined by the bloom of blood that stained the wound area.

NO! He had to stay conscious. Move to him now, his mind told him, rip off that mask and hood and see his face so you may thank it and praise it, with your dying breaths, as the savior of the world!
Still with the injury his companion had raised himself, his foil becoming his crunch and he was off before the guards whom had heard the commotion, poured in.
Thankfully for OZ, security had been up-graded with each new attack that was made and Krushrenada was found and sent to the on base hospital where no internal bleeding nor problems where found except that it had hit a somewhat large artery and teared down.
For the moment and three more days he would be bed ridden.

They went by horribly slow, whittling away hours half spent absorb in some novel he'd already read four times or else in fitful periods of sleep. It may not have hit any large vessels by the pain! It seared through his body, extending from that tiny hole, whence it burn the most.
It wasn't till the last day of his demanded rest period did Treize find peace with painkillers and a numbing balm but soon it too was ruined by a knock on his bedroom door.

Before he could help it a small groan was elicited throughout the whole of the room.
"Come in."
The large cedar doors creaked in protest as a officer walked into the room. He stopped after closing the doors once more and saluted.
"Sir."

"At easy soldier." Raising himself up on his palms so his back was against the pillows the young man remained where he was.

"Sir, there has been a security breach as of half an hour ago." Krushrenada's heart stopped. "The spy was successful in downloading our latest mech programs and destroyed 12 of the 15 prototypes and the blue prints."
The officer became ever uneasy by the bed sheets that ever increasingly were crushed in his generals hands, "but there's a good side to this turn General! Ha, in his escape we were fast enough to catch him and he's now in cell block D."
Quietly the general snickered to himself No young man you weren't fast enough. Our enemy was simply suffering from injury which you are to egotistical to report to me. That is if you noticed…
Discontinuing any further thoughts Treize moved across the bed and removed the tangle of sheets. Uneasily he rose on slightly unused muscles but soon became steady as he stepped toward the closet.

"ugh Sir?"

" I want to see him." Treize pulled open his closet, removed his uniform and returned to his bed. "My absence from OZ, as of now, is over."

"…ugh alllright. OH but sir, that's another thing. The spies'… a woman."



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A woman. Treize Krushrenada was stunned. Though as he walked ahead of his men to the prison blocks he showed now signs of it he was amazed.
But then that would explain the mask. Yes the mask he wondered what she would look like without it but still, that voice, schooled to be so deep!
He continued on confident and strong no matter to the three days he had spent in bed and gun shot wound. It was now the last thing in his mind as it was still subdued by painkillers.

Stopping in front of the prison entrance he pressed in the code lock and the sliding doors open for them.
As they turned and went down the corridor of Block 6 it became immediately understood something was wrong. A figure stood hunched over another unaware of the General's and his two men's approach. As they began to run toward them the person began to become agitated and rushed what it was she was doing, further.
As his men raised there pistols he called them back, "hold your fire! Don't shoot her."
Over the rush of their footsteps he could only make out some of the sentences, 'heavenly kingdom… fear not the darkness… rest in peace' and then she was crossing the body beneath her with two fingers. She rose done her task, turning then to give then a view of her.
Krushrenada's soldiers struggled to remain a hold over there urge to shoot her as they came close enough to grab her but then she had jumped into the air, pushing away the tile of the low ceiling and after grabbing a hold, had pulled herself up. Unable to hold back they sent up blind shots into the ceiling till their cartridges where empty. When they were through with the shots the body that remained on the floor was lightly examined finding it to be that of a medical officer, dead, already due to loss of blood from a gnashing wound from which medical scissors still protruded from.

In a whirl of his cape Krushrenada was marching off to the technical maintenance of the prison as he yell back orders to his two attending officers whom where staring at the ceiling cursing. "Hurry and inform the technical officers, check all monitors in the ceiling and ducts, I want her found."

When he reached it the whole of the officers were surprised by the visit but quickly obliged when he asked for the video surveillance on the cell which she'd been placed to be pulled up.
It was only half an hours' worth but he sat and watched it all. From the minute she had been thrown into the cell she remained unmoving and simply stared into the camera.
It was unnerving, she looked up through the camera as if knowing someone was there watching her and as though she was peering into their own eyes simultaneously. The video showed her hair was tightly pulled back and secured in a bun out of the way. Her face was youthful, her body was hunched but he could make out the blood soaked cloth bundled around her ankle and he had to wonder if it was a miracle that had allowed her escape on it.
The camera switched to a different one and it showed her still staring up into the other one.

"Stop the tape."
Inquiring stares passed over the General but he didn't turn toward the others in the room. " A want this image scanned and searched through all colony records and earth records."

Immediately the orders where carried out and an array of images flashed over the screen for a few minutes. Finally it stopped and a blurred younger picture of their spy stared back.

Name: Unknown
Identity/Background: Unknown spent on Earth and colonies
Age: Unknown
Nationality: Unknown; North American
Sex: Unknown
Place of Birth: Unknown
Family: Unknown
Height: 6 feet
Weight: 130
Eyes: Unknown
Hair: Unknown
Special Features: Slight scarred left cheek bellow eye. Scarred left brow with brake. Scarred left arm.
Special Abilities: Unknown
Personality: Unknown

"Damn." Treize's soft muttered curse bounced through the walls of the surveillance room. Well what's to be expected? She's a spy.
He turned back to the monitor.
Well they knew something her status did not give, she was definitely female. She was simply to fragile in structure to be a man, though in costume, as he knew, she could sure make up for it.

Suddenly in a swoosh of automatic doors his two officers entered with a salute.

"Sir, we've check all ceiling and duct progressions for the past three days, as of just now and even ground reports from around the base… There's been no action what so ever."