~Maggie~


Ok, I'll admit it: the idea of being paired off with Trowa Barton both intrigued me and slightly digusted me.

1: He was a Gundam Pilot. Those machines are true works of art.

2: He was the most mysterious of the pilots. There's nothing on him. At all.

3. He seemed so STUCK UP.

4. Reputedly he was practically mute, and rolled with practically every punch.

I can't work with people like that. I need someone who will yell back.

Besides, I didn't want an incompetent cadet for a partner. Most Preventor partners remained so for their entire careers. Partners, that is, not incompetent.

Therefore, I was slamming away on a punching bag to "Basketcase," not really caring that my friends, my future partner, and his friends were all watching me. I overkicked and fell, rolling to my feet in a second and kicking the free standing bag so hard the whole thing toppled. Then, breathing hard, I headed for my room.


~*~ Trowa ~*~

I was impressed. The girl... Preventor Inferno, I believe... earned her name. She was kicking at that bag with a ferocity I'd only seen on the battlefield. She also adapted, rolling with her fall to kick the heavy bag over. Then she walked out.

Duo let out a low whistle. "Looks like you've got your work cut out for you, Trowa," he chuckled.

I simply raised an eyebrow to the corner, where HIS partner, Preventer Monsoon, was flipping forwards and backwards quickly.

"We've all got our work cut out for us," said Quatre, sighing as the rest of the girls walked out.


~*~ Next Day, Amanda POV ~*~

I slid into my office chair, yawning. It had been a long night of speculation about our new partners.

"Tired?" asked a voice. I jumped. Preventer C. Winner was standing in the dark corner.

"My God! Learn how to knock, huh?" I growled.

"This would be my office, as well, Preventor Blizzard," he said, a faint smile on his face as he beckoned to the second station near mine in the large room.

"Fine. Do whatever you..." There was a ::beep:: from the desk, and we both leapt for our comms.

"Preventers Blizzard and Winner, to Lady Une's office," it crackled.

We exchanged looks and walked out. I thought he was going to cut me off, but he held the door open. "Ladies first."

I couldn't tell if he was joking or not, so I swept through as quickly as possible.

~*~ Duo's POV ~*~

Twice to Une's office in two days. Harsh. There were other places I would have liked to be... DeathScythe was number one, but that was gone to wait for me in hell. Number two would definietly be... McDonald's. Oh, man, was I hun-

"So, is the mission clear?" Une's sharp voice interupted my thoughts. I nodded dumbly, trying to look like it was.

Preventor Monsoon... Julie... I smiled at her, and she winked back.

"You are dismissed."

"Did you hear a word that she said?" we asked each other simultaniously. We both laughed as Preventors Blizzard and Winner shook their heads.

"We'll explain it to you on the way, come on," said Amanda, grabbing Julie's wrist in one hand and her partner's in the other. I just barely managed to latch on to Julie's other wrist before we were hauled down the stairs.


~*~ Bridget's POV ~*~

I watched Preventor Q. Winner out of the corner of my eye as he typed quickly, almost matching me. But not quite. His eyes were glued to the screen, and suddenly, I wanted to leave. I couldn't tell you why, but I did. I rose, and his eyes immdiately followed my movement.

"I'm going for a drink. Do you want one?" I asked.

"Sure, thank you. Water?"

"No problem," I walked out and almost ran smack into Jess.

"How's it going?" I asked her.

"Well, we're cracking a terrorist code at the moment... we should have it done before lunch," she answered, checking her watch. "You?"

"Oh, not much. Filing for Sally." I made a face, and Jess matched it; she knew how sloppy Sally's notes were. "I'm just getting a drink."

"See you at 1300 for lunch," she said, slipping back inside her office.

"Yeah, I hope," I muttered, grabbing the water and bringing it back.

"Here you go," I said, lying it on the table behind him.

"Thank you... Bridget?" he asked, unsure about my name.

"Yeah," I answered. "Good memory," I commented.

"I have to have one." He wouldn't elaborate, and I didn't want to press.


A/N: Guys, this is a round robin story. I've started, and now each angel will add until it's finished. Hehe! ~Maggie