The Replacement Assassins
Ch. 7: Bait
Treize and his accountants were hard at work at Treize's office in the middle of china town. They were counting out the day's take as they passed hundred-dollar bills through counting machines and added them up the old fashioned way: abacuses. Mamoru walked into the head office where Treize and his accountants worked and walked up to the desk where Treize was going over his profits. He interrupted Treize from his work by informing him of how the assault on Heero went.
"He is still out there." He spoke, as he noticed the dejected look come across Treize's face.
"He wont get to the Colonies." Mamoru reassured.
"We shouldn't be chasing our problems, Mr. Chiba. We should be solving them." Treize spoke, not stopping from going over his work.
Mamoru, knowing that Treize wanted this handled quickly, asked him for advice.
"How would you like this handled?" He asked him.
Thinking about this for a moment, Treize removed his reading glasses and looked up at Mamoru.
"Bring in professionals…men of Heero's talent."
Usagi was bored out of her mind, here it was late afternoon she been sitting in a interrogation room for the past 4 hours and not one person has come in and asked her any questions. Suddenly a man with shiny blonde hair and blue eyes that were almost the same color as hers walked in, holding a file and 2 cups of coffee. He handed her one of the cups of coffee and shut the door behind her. She sighed as she prepared herself to spin another web of lies.
"Swindle, bad checks, mail fraud. No heavy felonies here. Still, what you lack in weight, you make up for in volume." Quatre spoke going over Usagi's rather extensive police record, while she only smirked remembering those fond memories. Quatre went on.
"Twelve arrests before your sweet 16. It's a little unusual for a girl that age to be in such trouble, don't you think?" Quatre asked her.
"Well, I've always considered myself a feminist pioneer." Usagi responded.
Quatre couldn't help but chuckle a little at her comment before continuing.
"Well you've been clean for about 4 ½ years. That's a good thing. You've either been very smart, or very, very lucky. Now lets talk about your office, and 5 dead bodies." Quatre said.
"Detective? Do you honestly think a lightweight like me did all that damage?" She asked him, taking a sip of her coffee.
Quatre then showed her a ghost image of Heero that they pulled off the computer the cops confiscated. "Who's that?" he asked.
"Looks like a ghost." She told him.
"Oh c'mon Usagi, you can do better then that." Quatre mused. Quatre put the picture down.
"You're a bright girl in a bad place. I can help you out." Quatre offered.
"Yeah. Well, you see, Detective I cant seem to remember one single bad place a cop helped me out of."
"That so? Well, somebody had to help your ass out when you were 14." Quatre spoke looking at her file. "Custodial placement. Finding your ass a place to live as temporary as it may be. But you don't remember that, do you?" He asked her.
Usagi glared at Quatre. "You don't know a god damn thing about me!" She spat.
Quatre lost his patience and stood up. "I know everything about you. It's all here in black and white. Go on, read it!" He contradicted. Quatre pulled out a plastic bag and dumped about 20 forged passports, all Usagi's work, on the table.
"You're looking at 2 years, honey. Minimum." He warned. "Oh your not as smart as you think you are, are you? Because if you were, you wouldn't be messing around with Treize Khushrenada!"
Usagi paled and raised an eyebrow "Treize Khushrenada!?"
"That's right, the big crime boss himself. Where the hell do you think all those dead bodies in your office came from?" Quatre repeated.
Usagi gulped, the last person he ever wanted to cross was Treize Khushrenada. That's why she made sure she stayed away from him, she was determined to make her money without the help of him.
"OK! This is the part where I get to talk to the court-appointed attorney!" She told Quatre. Quatre only smirked.
"Your not under arrest, Usagi. That means you have no right to an attorney." Quatre informed her. Usagi set her cup of coffee down and stood up.
"That also means I can walk out the fucking door." Usagi said walking towards the door. When Quatre stopped her by putting a hand on the door.
"Sure you go right ahead, but I tell you what. There's somebody on the other side that wants you dead." He warned. Usagi merely folded her arms across her chest and rolled her eyes.
"I'm scared, Detective. You see me shaking?" Usagi asked in a cynical tone.
"I sure as hell do." Quatre answered. "I've got a deal for you. Hmm? You tell me everything you know about that guy, I can make this all go away. Put you under police protection." Quatre offered once again showing her the picture with the ghost image of Heero.
"You know what? I honestly don't know anything. But even if I did, I wouldn't give it to you." Usagi told him.
Quatre shrugged her shoulders, he had to appreciate her honesty, and removed his hand from the door allowing her to leave.
"Suit yourself." Quatre said walking back to the table.
"Last chance to arrest me, Detective Winner." Usagi half offered, half taunted. Quatre did answer he simply opened the door for her and allowed her to leave.
"I didn't think so." She said walking out of the station. Quatre watched her walk out and smirked.
"She's in over her head." Quatre said aloud, which a uniformed officer heard.
"Put Morris and Duke on her." Quatre told the officer who stopped in front of him.
"Why don't you just charge her with something?" The officer asked him
"She red meat. I'm gonna put her on a hook, see what the dogs do. I'm gonna use her as bait because as much shit as she's in, she'll lead me right to Treize." Quatre answered with a smirk.