Delay in plans

Urg....I tried...bad mood due to work...so not so sure how good this turned out...

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"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" the high pitched scream echoed through the building. It was followed directly by several loud thumps and the horse squealing in fright. Trowa looked up away from the laptop screen where he was in the middle of a conversation with another person. Setting the machine down quickly yet carefully, he jumped up and ran in the direction of the scream.

The mare looked up at him as he came into a hanger/warehouse area. The white of her eyes were visible, showing how spooked she was. Around her lay tools, cases, buckets and other various items scattered on the floor by her panic. He could see blood on the mare's chest where she had run into something and cut herself. "Easy...easy..." He walked up carefully, slowly grabbing her halter and leading the frightened animal away from the dangerous materials and taking her somewhere safer. Once he was certain the horse was in an area where she couldn't cause more damage, he went back to the large room, "Michelle?" Where is she? She should have been with her horse...what was she doing in here anyways!? He looked up at the Gundam and frowned, then scanned the floor. His frown turned into scowl when he found Michelle's prone form, sprawled across the floor. He walked over quickly and picked her up, carrying her back to the room he had been in earlier with the computer.

"Trowa?" the person on the other end of the video conference on the computer scowled slightly at the pilot's disappearance. "What's going on?"

Trowa laid Michelle down on the make shift bed he had in the corner and walked back to the computer, "Apparently she's never seen a Gundam before...or her horse freaked out and knocked her out...either way...I'll call you back in a few minutes. The horse is injured and I need to make sure she or the girl aren't hurt to badly." The other nodded in acknowledgement and Trowa turned off the connection.

He turned from the computer and looked at the girl, No blood evident. He walked over and checked her head for any sign of injury. Satisfied she must have just passed out from shock, he left her and went to tend to the wounded animal.

The horse eyed him warily as he walked in with a medical kit. With a snort, she backed away slightly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a carrot and offered it to her. The mare sniffed the food slightly. Trowa blinked in surprise as the carrot vanished in a matter of seconds, "Hungry, aren't you?" The horse just snorted lightly and walked up to him, sniffing for more food.

Once he patched the mare up, he found some food and water for her, then left her locked up in the room he had her in, so she wouldn't wander off and injure herself more in the mean time. With a light sigh, he walked back to the room where the computer and Michelle were located. He noted that the woman was still asleep.

He looked back over at the computer, then sat down in front of it, reconnecting to the person he was talking with earlier. "Heero? You there?"

The screen flickered and the other Gundam pilot came into focus, "Find anything out from her yet?"

Trowa looked over at the sleeping form, "No...she's still out cold." He looked back at the screen, "I don't think she's an OZ agent or anything, Heero. Why would a spy have a horse with them? I think she may be insane though...some of the stuff she was telling me was pretty weird."

Heero pondered this for a moment, "You can't leave her there," he paused for a moment and searched for something on another computer, "There is a circus en-route to the next inhabited town, about twenty-five miles from you. They'll be passing through your location in a few hours."

"Alright, I'll take care of it. I'll just be a little late to the meeting place." Trowa frowned inwardly about being forced to be late to a planning session for their next mission.

"Understood, Heero out." The screen blacked out shortly thereafter.

Trowa looked over at the woman who was still fast asleep. What a mess.

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(08/16/02)

Author's notes: Eehh...whatever...let me know what you think, k?