Soldaten des Friedens, Part 3
Soldiers of Peace
By: Trowa-kun

Thanks to Chibimora for letting me talk through my ideas with her and thanks to Angel-chan for helping me with code names...whether she knew she was doing it or not!

Just thought I'd note...the characters, when speaking to each other are using their real names...they don't want to sound too suspicious...now do they? :-D

Hermes frowned down at his cup of coffee, "Aidan...what if we can't figure out what to do? What if we screw up and make things worse?" They had figured out what floor Grau was on and they had set up a small surveillance system so they didn't have to sit there the whole time. It would be too easy to be caught if they did, especially with the powers that the members of the old teams had.

A growl rumbled from Dagda's throat as he laid the paper he was reading down on the table. "Stop worrying! We'll figure out what is right."

Hermes looked up at Dagda then was startled when the pager looking device clipped to his belt started buzzing. He glanced at it then looked at Dagda, "We've got movement. I guess one of them finally woke up, and is on their way down here."

"Its about time." Dagda straightened in his chair, "I mean, its the middle of the day..." He looked at Hermes, "What is it?"

Hermes shrugged, "Nothing really, I just wish the girls were here as well right now."

"Well they aren't. We can survive well enough without their help." He shifted again, "Where is he now?"

Hermes blinked, "Oh..." He pulled the device off off and looked at it, "She is on the elevator, apparently heading down to the first level."

"Any idea who?" Dagda picked up his coffee and sipped it, frowning and wishing for a shot of Irish whiskey in it as he set it back down.

Hermes pressed several buttons on the device, "Not positive, but I think its Amazon...but I can't get an accurate data reading for some reason."

Dagda sputtered, "Amazon? Are you sure?"

Hermes looked up at him with a mild annoyed glare, "I just told you I'm not able to get an accurate data reading...and I don't know why."

"Oh..." Dagda fidgeted slightly at his actions.

"Why does the possibility of it being her upset you so much?" Hermes laid the device down on the table where he could still monitor the woman's movements.

"It doesn't upset me."

"Yeah. Sure...that's why there is coffee all over the paper." Hermes shook his head and looked at the device again, "Looks like she's coming here to the cafe. Probably to get something to eat."

"Shit..." Dagda muttered and looked around nervously.

"Ok...now I know there is something wrong. Not that I'm positive that it is her, but who is she to you?" Hermes eyes his older counterpart.

Dagda turned and looked at Hermes, "Amazon was my mother's codename."

"Oh...wait...you said was...I know she's not alive in our time...but...what happened to her?" Hermes leaned back in his seat and reattached the device to his belt. He didn't need it since the woman in question had just walked into the cafe behind Dagda. She had gone to a seat near the door, so Dagda had no idea she was in the cafe yet.

Dagda stared at his cup, fingering it slightly and turning it around some. "She died..."

"I know that..."

"...she committed suicide...about five days after Nadia and I were born...the doctors explained it away as caused by postpartum depression..." Dagda slouched in his seat.

"Oh...man...I'm sorry...what did you're dad do?" Hermes sipped his coffee slightly.

Dagda huffed slightly and leaned back in his chair, "He let my aunt adopt us."

"Adriana?" Hermes looked at him questioningly. "How is she your aunt? I didn't think either of your parents had siblings."

"Apparently my father did have an older sister..."

"So you and Nadia were raised by Laura's parents, eh?" Hermes smiled faintly as Dagda nodded, "At least you have an idea of who you're parents were."

Dagda frowned, "Sorry..."

Hermes chuckled, "What are you sorry for? I'm the one who brought it up." He eyed the blonde sitting at the table as she was eating a rather large meal. "Hmmm..."

"What?" Dagda eyed him, then started to turn to see what he was looking at.

"No...don't look." Hermes frowned.

"Its her, isn't it?"

Hermes nodded, "Yeah, and we don't need to be drawing attention, now do we?" Dagda shook his head, "I just wonder..." He pulled out the device again and looked at the readings, "I'm wondering why, even at this distance it isn't positive of her identity."

"What other readings is it giving you?" Dagda leaned over trying to eye the machine.

"Its...rather odd, cause I don't see how this is possible...but its also giving me yours and Nadia's identity...but that's not possible...its too early for that..." Hermes frowned and pushed some buttons.

"No...its completely possible..." Dagda sighed and leaned back again.

"How? Its fifteen years too early..." Hermes looked back at him.

"No...remember who my half brother is..." Dagda took another sip of coffee, wishing now, more than ever, that he had some Irish whiskey to go with it.

"Hmm...I think I'm beginning to understand. But now we know who she is at least..."

"Yeah..." Dagda continued to eye his coffee.

At that moment, two girls came into the cafe in a bit of a hurry. "Oh, Nadia...there they are! Come on hurry up!" Prism scooted into a seat next to the guys and Artemis came in behind.

Dagda smirked slightly, "Nice to see you haven't forgotten us while in your world of shopping."

Artemis smiled sweetly, "We could never forget about you, Aidan!" She turned to Hermes, "So...what have you all found?"

Hermes looked at Dagda, "You want me to tell her?" Dagda just nodded quietly while Prism eyed the two men. "Ok...well..." He lowered his voice to a whisper, "We found Amazon...she's over at the table by the door."

Artemis' eyes widened as she glanced over there. She then looked at Dagda, as she started to visibly shake with a well of emotions. Dagda laid a hand on her arm, "Calm down Nadia." She shot him a glare. "Nadia! Calm down NOW!" The twins stared at each other while Hermes and Prism slouched in their seats in embarrassment.

"Great...just blow everything..." Prism muttered under her breath.

Moira eyed the four people at the table who had made a bit of a ruckus, then turned to leave the cafe. Those four made her nervous for some reason and she wanted to go warn the others.