Don not own gundam wing..err I mean I do not own gundam wing

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"Wow, what a beautiful house!"

Charl just stared at the large four story mansion, eyes fixed in a state of disbelief and shock. "It's.....Pink."

Odessa nodded. "Yea, wonderful isn't it?"

Charl sighed as they both began to approach the house. "Hey, Odessa?"

"Hmm?"

"Exactly how did you come to the conclusion of Relena Peacecraft while sitting in a Circus tent?"

"Dorlian Charl."

"I hear Peacecraft."

"Really? Go figure."

"Uh, getting back to the matter at hand Odessa.."

Odessa adjusted her sunglasses, looking from her notebook toward the large pink mansion ahead. "Right right. Come Charl."


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"What do you mean you won't let us in?"

Charl watched they lady of long blonde hair and slanted eyebrows, arms folded as she denied entry to the two reporters. "The Lady Relena is very busy. Unless you have an appointment there is absolutly no possible way you can be admitted entry."

The woman smieled then backed into the mansion and slammed the door. Charl blinked in desbelief. Odessa adjusted her sunglasses and glanced up at the window.

"Great, just great Odessa now what are we going to do?"

"She seemed rude, hand me that backpack?"

Charl rolled his eyes. "Well obviously. Sure." He handed the strap to Odessa who promptly unzipped it. "Well it's not like we havn't run into any dead ends before.."

She pulled out a rope, knotting one end onto a hook.

"I mean we've gotten through worse jams. Maybe wecan do a computer search or..."

Odessa swung the rope a couple times before letting it fly.

"...find some newspaper clippings, maybe ask other people.."

The hook caught onto the balcony with a clunk, wrapping around the rail a few times. Odessa gave a few tugs before making her ascention.

"..or research the flight zones! Odessa thats it!"

He turned around immediatly blinking as he found his partner no longer on the ground. Gradually he followed the rope up to Odessa's current possition. "Odessa?"

"Are you coming?"

Charl sighed, grabbing onto the end and mumbling something about hating gym.

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Relena stared at the two for at least 10 minutes from behind her desk. The one to her right had long black hair and was wearing a pair of large round sunglasses with the most eager expression she had ever seen. The other was a man in a blue jacket, light brown hair and eyes, holding a camera in both his hands. "..What did you say you wanted..miss..."

The woman smiled. "Odessa, Odessa King. and this is my partner Charl Thatcher. We're from Epic Post Weekly."

"You want to do an article on me?"

Charl shook his head. "Actually..not exactly."

Odessa smiled, continueing. "We're doing an article on the Gundam Pilots."

"So..why did you come to me?"

"Addresses."

Relena blinked for a few moments then smiled in understanding. "Ohhh of course! Just a moment."

Reaching from beneath her desk she pulled out a large wooden box and dropped it on her desk. Charl's eyes widened in disbelief as the Woman opened the box and began to go through what appeared to be a card file.
"You can't be serious."

Relena sighed. "Well I am missing a few files, but this will have to do for now." She flipped through the cards. "Duo, Heero, Trowa, Wufei or Quatre?..Or Zechs?"

Odessa pondered. "Well we'd better go for all."

Relena nodded. "Summer home or Winter?"

"Your kidding me."

"No, this is Zechs and Quatre."

Odessa thought for a moment. "Well it does seem to be summer so..ya."

"Okay..Private phone, puplic phone, or top secret line?"

"Hmm..better go with all three."

"Excelent choice. Just remember Heero doesn't answer his private phone after 5 pm, and His public phone is never used."
She placed a stack of cards in front of them. "Now would you like surveilance photos? Schedules?"

Charl just stared at Relena. Odessa considered. "Well..schedules seem like a decent idea, sure."

Relena smiled, handing the papers over. "Will that be all?"

Odessa nodded. "Oh yes that will be quite alright, thank you."

Relena smiled. "Any time. Oh, just one more thing before you leave?"

"Yes?"

Relena smiled, standing from her seat and walking over to Odessa, picking up a large mallet from beside her desk. "If you ever touch my Heero I will hunt you down. I will make sure you never sleep and hang you in the dungeon by your ankles. I have a dungeon. I will force feed you raw fishsticks until you choke and have the vultures peck out your eyes and let hot acid drip onto yor skin day and day out. I will pull out your tongue with my bare hand and stuff it down your throat. I'll have your skin stipped off while you still live and try it to make myself a new vest. You will wish yourself dead long before you even die. Understand?"

Odessa gulped and nodded. Relena smiled, tossing asside her mallet. "Good, well have fun! Good luck with your article!"

The two reporters nodded, slipping out the door. Charl leaned agains the wall and wiped the sweat from his brow. "Isn't she supposed to be a pacifist?"

Odessa nodded, shuffling through the papers. "Yep."

Charl shook his head. "That woman is scary."