"Here are the files you asked for." A red head smiled as she steps in to the small cubical.
The small 'office' was immaculate. The desk in perfect order with neat piles of files that where being reviewed, and put to use that day. Every thing else went in to a filing cabinet in the far right corner. No nicknacks took up what precious little space there was needed for practical use.
"Thank you Shan." Says the young woman working behind the desk.
"You need to get out more Annaleen." Shan mutters with dismay after a short examination of her friends working space.
"I've already got my man," Annaleen waved her left hand, the ring finger dressed in a silver band ring with a sapphire stone.
"WOW!" Shan caught Annaleen's hand and studied it with amassment. "He finely bought you a ring!"
Annaleen pulled her hand back and picked her pencil up, "you make Heero sound like a tight wad."
Shan gave a look, the kind that said, "dah."
"He's going to law school!" Annaleen defends him.
For a year she'd desperately tried to get his attention, when she finely did, it took two more years just to make him open up to her. Now how ever he was pulling back away from her. His work and studies was fine, she didn't mind competing with those, but there was some thing more then just that. If he was home his mind was on some thing else, but what? with dismay she tried to shrug it off.
"Alright, alright." Shan shrugs and shock her head no at her friend. Why bother, both Heero and Annaleen where nuts.
Trying to get back to work Annaleen started to sign the paper work. Her left hand was flying across a sheet of paper when some one else marches in.
"Knock, knock. We need some one else to take care of the phones in information, will you take care of it?"
She smiled, "Naturally." standing up out of her chair she picked up the forms that had already been signed. Mine as well deliver these to the next appropriate stations while she was up.
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Heero glanced at his watch, 5:31 PM just a few more minutes and he'd be late for his meeting with Dimmer. Why did the instructor decide on having an extra lecture today? There wise no time for this!
Holding his pencil tightly he vented his frustrations out on it, what was more impotent an education or stopping terrasts. If he didn't get out of there soon there wouldn't be any peace to protect and live in! *SNAP* The pencil was now in two. Some of the others setting around him stared and shook their heads.
'9..' if the lecture wasn't done be the time he stopped counting he was out of there, '8..7..'
"So it is crucial to not contaminate your case with,"
'6...'
"-In the Panton case,"
'5...'
There was a commotion out side of the class room. Heero turns his head slightly so that he could see a slender woman with long flowing blond hair walk in.
"Pardon, But I have need to speak with a student in your class." She a nonces to the teacher in a more then necessary lowed voice.
"My student? This is highly unusual Judge Catilonia-" He was cut off by a cynical smile from the young judge.
"I assure you he'll be back as soon as possible."
"Ah, no take you time." The professor rubbed the back of his neck, very unusual, but he wouldn't cross the judge.
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"Why did you get me out of class Dorothy?"
"Hump, this is the thanks I get? You're welcome Heero Yuy."
The sun was going down and a genteel breeze whipped her hair back. "Dimmer needed you to go back to L3 sooner then planed. Be glad I intercepted the message and came down myself. I Don't believe you'd appreciate it very much if a group of uniformed Preventers stormed by to take you away. It might reflect badly on you." Another crocked grin broke out across her face and they continued to walk to the parking lot.
"It wouldn't have effected my academic records." He answers solemnly, "thank you Dorothy."
A jolt of glee shut through her. Her eye reflected a scents of bright hope and happiness.
"What is it Dorothy?" He turns to face her head on. There was some thing more to her whisking him out of class like that and he wanted to know why. He wasn't in the mood for games today.
"I had resided over the Hanly case last year, it apers that his accomplices are getting sloppy. I'd like nothing more then to throw the book at the lot of them!" She smoothed a ringcal in her dress out. "I won't, of course, be residing over that trial. Prejudices and such."
He nods and slipped in to the driver seat of his brown car it was at least ten years old and looked like it couldn't run, but the engine under that hood could pour, and they did once he turned the key.
"Oh, should I call Annaleen and tell her about the change in plans?" Dorothy offers.
Heero glared, "No, I'll make the dinner date still."
"9 o'clock Heero." She reminds him right as he pulled out leaving her to cough on his smoke. Coolly she turns back to fined her own car.
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*SEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW,* Some thing whistled in the destines. *TUSH* Dirt splashed up in to the air when the missile hit the ground. Pebbles tor at her skin, cutting her once youthful and delicate flesh.
The ground seamed to jump-
"Hu?" she jumped out of her seat but some thing around her waist pulled her back down.
Opening her eyes she saw that the shuttle was landing. Nothing looked familiar like she expected it to. She couldn't move her eyes away from the window. Thoughts of the battle she'd been dreaming about reels in her head mingling with the thoughts of how very different home looked.
It had been her first battle before joining the rat unit, a group of hand picked spys paid extra for destroying the rebellion in Australia.
There weren't hardly any trees. And the beach looked so clean and bright. At least that was a good change, but she didn't feel ready for any changes.
"-And this is the live footage from the serves to day at the Noventa memorial grounds where Preventer Randy Tie was remembered by family and fellow Preventers. Many other also came to give thanks in their own ways for what this young man aco-" Midie turns her head to see the portable tv that the passenger behind her was watching the news anchor was rattling off details in the Preventer's death.
'It still has not stopped!' she thought to herself in anguish. The war was still ranging on even if no one was willing to admit it. Preventers and other government agencies had been losing people in "oxidants" a lot lately.
Bitterly the turns back in her seat and got ready to disembark the shuttle. Was there any where for soldiers these days to rest? Or where they not meant to sleep in any thing other then a grave?
"-Public information officer Quatre Rebabra Winner made a statement just moments ago-"
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"Turn that up!" some one orders, and the 12" screen television's volume was turned up so that all in the office could hear.
"I've been authorized to answer questions pertaining to first class officer preventer Tie's untimely death," a blond man was on the screen. His eye where most with tears, but his voice was even and calm.
Just as he pointed to one of the reporters in a jester for the reporter to ask the first question the phone rang.
"Bleeding hearts care center, information desk. Annaleen Yuy speaking. How may I help you?"
"Anny, it's Chris." She sounded rushed.
"Is there a problem?" Annaleen asked of her long time friend. They'd known each other for six years, and when the Wight Fang had finely disassembled Annaleen had helped her friend fined a place for Chris's big dream of helping soldiers live on in the post war era.
"There's a young girl, about your age, that just left the shelter. I have a bad feeling Anny," Chris's voice was soft, rather sad like.
Annaleen mutely nods. "If she needs assistants she can call the help line, you know..." yes Chris did know that so why call information? She was silent for a minute.
"I need a favour of you," Chris pleads. Annaleen stiffens up. This way highly irregular, and most likely against regulations to boot. She didn't ask what the favour was, she didn't want to know. There where protocols and proper steps to take.
"This is impotent, I wouldn't have called except she won't ask for help. She has to much pride. Please Annaleen?"
She squeezed her eyes shut, she wouldn't be able to look herself in the mirror if she let some one get hurt, if Chris thought it was an emergency it probably was. "All right," She sighs.
"Her name is Midie Une, I know she's coming to earth, tomorrow or some time soon. Can you get a hold of her and make sure she's all right for me? I have a gut feeling that some things not right with her." Chris sighs nervously, her voice was full of emotions, concern, fear, love.
Annaleen nods her head again. "Yes I'll do it." Working at a crisis & out reach center some times made it hard to help every one that she wanted too, so many regulations.
Both she and Chris had a passion and empathy for those who'd suffered in the war, and post war time eras. But Chris, she was different, it was so much more personal with her. Annaleen admired and respect that character trait in her friend very much.
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The bar was quite and a waitress waved, "Mr.Copeland! You're friend is already here. He's at your usual seat." She winked at him. Boy was that man hot! she wished he'd come in more often so she could drool over his muse brown hair, ice cold eyes that could scar the most brave man. But she found them enduring.
A mystery man to take her imagination for a ride was just what she wanted. All the hubbub of an in and out routine life was driving her insane! But then he showed up. Him and his friend Dimmer that is. Dimmer had almost the exact hear cut as Copeland. But his eyes weren't any where near as in treaging.
'Copeland' slid in to the both and took a sip of the bear waiting for him. "What do you have for me?" He asks.
"Anasten is making his move." Dimmer hands over a package. Copeland tucked it under his arm and draped his coat over it.
Dimmer leaned back and laughed, "we're going to have to fined a new meeting place too." He points to the girl whipping down a table near by. "She's got a crush on you, and that could mean trouble for us."
He nods in agreement. "This is the only ghost bar around, where can we meat that's not full of preying ears?"
Dimmer set his elbows on the table and rested his weight on them, leaning forward,"we get noticed here because of the lack of business. There's a cafe a few blocks away that's not to dull. And not over crowded either."
"Roger that." He took a big swig of his bear, nice and bitter, just what he was in the mood for. "Is there any thing else?"
"I found one of the boarders going in to Anasten's wear house of guns." He frowns and sips on glass of Scotch, the ice cubes in the glass rattling ever so slightly. " I looked threw his things, he's a spy. I need you to get some men posted at the boarding house."
The man going by 'Copeland' nods. "I'll see about agents Water, Sand and Rain being posted there."
"I'll let Anasten get away before letting Chris get hurt." Dimmer states, as a threat, promise or warning. Possibly all the above. His tone of voice was threatening, but loving in a protective way too.
The small 'office' was immaculate. The desk in perfect order with neat piles of files that where being reviewed, and put to use that day. Every thing else went in to a filing cabinet in the far right corner. No nicknacks took up what precious little space there was needed for practical use.
"Thank you Shan." Says the young woman working behind the desk.
"You need to get out more Annaleen." Shan mutters with dismay after a short examination of her friends working space.
"I've already got my man," Annaleen waved her left hand, the ring finger dressed in a silver band ring with a sapphire stone.
"WOW!" Shan caught Annaleen's hand and studied it with amassment. "He finely bought you a ring!"
Annaleen pulled her hand back and picked her pencil up, "you make Heero sound like a tight wad."
Shan gave a look, the kind that said, "dah."
"He's going to law school!" Annaleen defends him.
For a year she'd desperately tried to get his attention, when she finely did, it took two more years just to make him open up to her. Now how ever he was pulling back away from her. His work and studies was fine, she didn't mind competing with those, but there was some thing more then just that. If he was home his mind was on some thing else, but what? with dismay she tried to shrug it off.
"Alright, alright." Shan shrugs and shock her head no at her friend. Why bother, both Heero and Annaleen where nuts.
Trying to get back to work Annaleen started to sign the paper work. Her left hand was flying across a sheet of paper when some one else marches in.
"Knock, knock. We need some one else to take care of the phones in information, will you take care of it?"
She smiled, "Naturally." standing up out of her chair she picked up the forms that had already been signed. Mine as well deliver these to the next appropriate stations while she was up.
----------------
Heero glanced at his watch, 5:31 PM just a few more minutes and he'd be late for his meeting with Dimmer. Why did the instructor decide on having an extra lecture today? There wise no time for this!
Holding his pencil tightly he vented his frustrations out on it, what was more impotent an education or stopping terrasts. If he didn't get out of there soon there wouldn't be any peace to protect and live in! *SNAP* The pencil was now in two. Some of the others setting around him stared and shook their heads.
'9..' if the lecture wasn't done be the time he stopped counting he was out of there, '8..7..'
"So it is crucial to not contaminate your case with,"
'6...'
"-In the Panton case,"
'5...'
There was a commotion out side of the class room. Heero turns his head slightly so that he could see a slender woman with long flowing blond hair walk in.
"Pardon, But I have need to speak with a student in your class." She a nonces to the teacher in a more then necessary lowed voice.
"My student? This is highly unusual Judge Catilonia-" He was cut off by a cynical smile from the young judge.
"I assure you he'll be back as soon as possible."
"Ah, no take you time." The professor rubbed the back of his neck, very unusual, but he wouldn't cross the judge.
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"Why did you get me out of class Dorothy?"
"Hump, this is the thanks I get? You're welcome Heero Yuy."
The sun was going down and a genteel breeze whipped her hair back. "Dimmer needed you to go back to L3 sooner then planed. Be glad I intercepted the message and came down myself. I Don't believe you'd appreciate it very much if a group of uniformed Preventers stormed by to take you away. It might reflect badly on you." Another crocked grin broke out across her face and they continued to walk to the parking lot.
"It wouldn't have effected my academic records." He answers solemnly, "thank you Dorothy."
A jolt of glee shut through her. Her eye reflected a scents of bright hope and happiness.
"What is it Dorothy?" He turns to face her head on. There was some thing more to her whisking him out of class like that and he wanted to know why. He wasn't in the mood for games today.
"I had resided over the Hanly case last year, it apers that his accomplices are getting sloppy. I'd like nothing more then to throw the book at the lot of them!" She smoothed a ringcal in her dress out. "I won't, of course, be residing over that trial. Prejudices and such."
He nods and slipped in to the driver seat of his brown car it was at least ten years old and looked like it couldn't run, but the engine under that hood could pour, and they did once he turned the key.
"Oh, should I call Annaleen and tell her about the change in plans?" Dorothy offers.
Heero glared, "No, I'll make the dinner date still."
"9 o'clock Heero." She reminds him right as he pulled out leaving her to cough on his smoke. Coolly she turns back to fined her own car.
----------
*SEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW,* Some thing whistled in the destines. *TUSH* Dirt splashed up in to the air when the missile hit the ground. Pebbles tor at her skin, cutting her once youthful and delicate flesh.
The ground seamed to jump-
"Hu?" she jumped out of her seat but some thing around her waist pulled her back down.
Opening her eyes she saw that the shuttle was landing. Nothing looked familiar like she expected it to. She couldn't move her eyes away from the window. Thoughts of the battle she'd been dreaming about reels in her head mingling with the thoughts of how very different home looked.
It had been her first battle before joining the rat unit, a group of hand picked spys paid extra for destroying the rebellion in Australia.
There weren't hardly any trees. And the beach looked so clean and bright. At least that was a good change, but she didn't feel ready for any changes.
"-And this is the live footage from the serves to day at the Noventa memorial grounds where Preventer Randy Tie was remembered by family and fellow Preventers. Many other also came to give thanks in their own ways for what this young man aco-" Midie turns her head to see the portable tv that the passenger behind her was watching the news anchor was rattling off details in the Preventer's death.
'It still has not stopped!' she thought to herself in anguish. The war was still ranging on even if no one was willing to admit it. Preventers and other government agencies had been losing people in "oxidants" a lot lately.
Bitterly the turns back in her seat and got ready to disembark the shuttle. Was there any where for soldiers these days to rest? Or where they not meant to sleep in any thing other then a grave?
"-Public information officer Quatre Rebabra Winner made a statement just moments ago-"
------
"Turn that up!" some one orders, and the 12" screen television's volume was turned up so that all in the office could hear.
"I've been authorized to answer questions pertaining to first class officer preventer Tie's untimely death," a blond man was on the screen. His eye where most with tears, but his voice was even and calm.
Just as he pointed to one of the reporters in a jester for the reporter to ask the first question the phone rang.
"Bleeding hearts care center, information desk. Annaleen Yuy speaking. How may I help you?"
"Anny, it's Chris." She sounded rushed.
"Is there a problem?" Annaleen asked of her long time friend. They'd known each other for six years, and when the Wight Fang had finely disassembled Annaleen had helped her friend fined a place for Chris's big dream of helping soldiers live on in the post war era.
"There's a young girl, about your age, that just left the shelter. I have a bad feeling Anny," Chris's voice was soft, rather sad like.
Annaleen mutely nods. "If she needs assistants she can call the help line, you know..." yes Chris did know that so why call information? She was silent for a minute.
"I need a favour of you," Chris pleads. Annaleen stiffens up. This way highly irregular, and most likely against regulations to boot. She didn't ask what the favour was, she didn't want to know. There where protocols and proper steps to take.
"This is impotent, I wouldn't have called except she won't ask for help. She has to much pride. Please Annaleen?"
She squeezed her eyes shut, she wouldn't be able to look herself in the mirror if she let some one get hurt, if Chris thought it was an emergency it probably was. "All right," She sighs.
"Her name is Midie Une, I know she's coming to earth, tomorrow or some time soon. Can you get a hold of her and make sure she's all right for me? I have a gut feeling that some things not right with her." Chris sighs nervously, her voice was full of emotions, concern, fear, love.
Annaleen nods her head again. "Yes I'll do it." Working at a crisis & out reach center some times made it hard to help every one that she wanted too, so many regulations.
Both she and Chris had a passion and empathy for those who'd suffered in the war, and post war time eras. But Chris, she was different, it was so much more personal with her. Annaleen admired and respect that character trait in her friend very much.
--------------
The bar was quite and a waitress waved, "Mr.Copeland! You're friend is already here. He's at your usual seat." She winked at him. Boy was that man hot! she wished he'd come in more often so she could drool over his muse brown hair, ice cold eyes that could scar the most brave man. But she found them enduring.
A mystery man to take her imagination for a ride was just what she wanted. All the hubbub of an in and out routine life was driving her insane! But then he showed up. Him and his friend Dimmer that is. Dimmer had almost the exact hear cut as Copeland. But his eyes weren't any where near as in treaging.
'Copeland' slid in to the both and took a sip of the bear waiting for him. "What do you have for me?" He asks.
"Anasten is making his move." Dimmer hands over a package. Copeland tucked it under his arm and draped his coat over it.
Dimmer leaned back and laughed, "we're going to have to fined a new meeting place too." He points to the girl whipping down a table near by. "She's got a crush on you, and that could mean trouble for us."
He nods in agreement. "This is the only ghost bar around, where can we meat that's not full of preying ears?"
Dimmer set his elbows on the table and rested his weight on them, leaning forward,"we get noticed here because of the lack of business. There's a cafe a few blocks away that's not to dull. And not over crowded either."
"Roger that." He took a big swig of his bear, nice and bitter, just what he was in the mood for. "Is there any thing else?"
"I found one of the boarders going in to Anasten's wear house of guns." He frowns and sips on glass of Scotch, the ice cubes in the glass rattling ever so slightly. " I looked threw his things, he's a spy. I need you to get some men posted at the boarding house."
The man going by 'Copeland' nods. "I'll see about agents Water, Sand and Rain being posted there."
"I'll let Anasten get away before letting Chris get hurt." Dimmer states, as a threat, promise or warning. Possibly all the above. His tone of voice was threatening, but loving in a protective way too.