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Chapter 2- So how exactically does Mark Tryon tie into this again?
At the very back or Zech Marquise's wallet were two pictures, the first was his favorite picture of Relena, the second, the one behind it, the one only he knew about was of Noin.
Zech had known for ages that he was in love with Noin even at the academy her spirit and shamefully to him, her body had attracted him. But after the war he had vowed to stay away from her, she didn't need a pathetic and constant reminder of what she had to go through in the war, things she had to go through because of him. He had to find a way to purify himself, if that was possible, before he could deserve her.
His stomach turned as he thought about what he had put her and countless other through. He wasn't getting much sleep these days, the nightmares, which came once or twice a week left him more tired then if he had stayed up and horrified enough to make him wish he had.
Zech reigned his thoughts back to the case that he, Wufei and Sally had been assigned. The two younger preventers had left hours ago but there was no incentive for Zech to follow suit, all that awaited him at his apartment was silence and tedium.
The case was a particularly disturbing one and one that he wished to be done with quickly but this serial killer was professional and left no trail. First look at any of the crime sense spelled an abused as a child, psychotic who's seen one to many graphic horror movie, a relatively easy catch but a further looked showed.absolutely nothing which was their problem. There was no telling where this guy, if he even was guy, would be next.
They hadn't seen him before, Zech was relatively sure of that, anyone who had ever done this sort of thing was either dead or locked away under high security. Zech wondered vaguely if he had stumbled into Silence of the Lambs or perhaps Halloween, the gore and twisted mind behind the crime defiantly pointed toward fiction.
He crinkled up his forehead, the characters on the screen were dancing and blurring in and out of focus, a sure sign that it was time for bed. I'll head to the apartment in five minutes he promised himself.
Zech was jerked awake by the ringing of his vid phone. He had fallen asleep on his keyboard and had an imprint of half of it on the side of his face. He pressed the "receive" button. "Morning Sally." He greeted the blonde woman's image as it flashed onto the screen.
"Good morning actually." She informed him.
"Really?" He asked intrigued, on a normal basis Sally was more cheerful then anyone who spent a prolonged period of time with Wufei should be but today she looked really happy. "What's up?"
"We got a break, a fingerprint actually, and it's not the victim's or anyone who should have been in that room that night." Sally smiled.
"Great, who do they belong to?" Zech asked.
"His name is Mark Tryon and I'm faxing you all the data we have on him right now." She said leaving the screen for a second, presumably to put the data in the fax machine.
The readout reeked of potential psycho material, troubled past, disappeared girlfriends, stream of addresses and hard to find. "Looks like we have our man." Zech said putting down the read out.
"Sure we have our man, we just don't know where we have him." Sally laughed cynically.
"Oh what would be the fun in him making it easy?" Zech said bitterly.
The rest of the day was consumed by the task of hunting this guy down, slow, tedious work, which often erupted in fights between the members of the hunters, usually Zech and Wufei.
It was ten when Zech finally snapped. "I'm going home." He said shortly, fed up with the obstinate dark haired man who so infuriated him.
"See you tomorrow." Sally offered as he left.
Zech picked up some fast food on the way home and ate it in front of the TV. As he tossed the wrapping into the trash can he wondered what Noin was doing at that moment, his better half hoped that she was out with some nice man who would make her happy but the larger part wanted to kill himself just thinking about it.
(AN: awwwwwww anyway if you want more you must review! REVIEW DAMN YOU REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Chapter 2- So how exactically does Mark Tryon tie into this again?
At the very back or Zech Marquise's wallet were two pictures, the first was his favorite picture of Relena, the second, the one behind it, the one only he knew about was of Noin.
Zech had known for ages that he was in love with Noin even at the academy her spirit and shamefully to him, her body had attracted him. But after the war he had vowed to stay away from her, she didn't need a pathetic and constant reminder of what she had to go through in the war, things she had to go through because of him. He had to find a way to purify himself, if that was possible, before he could deserve her.
His stomach turned as he thought about what he had put her and countless other through. He wasn't getting much sleep these days, the nightmares, which came once or twice a week left him more tired then if he had stayed up and horrified enough to make him wish he had.
Zech reigned his thoughts back to the case that he, Wufei and Sally had been assigned. The two younger preventers had left hours ago but there was no incentive for Zech to follow suit, all that awaited him at his apartment was silence and tedium.
The case was a particularly disturbing one and one that he wished to be done with quickly but this serial killer was professional and left no trail. First look at any of the crime sense spelled an abused as a child, psychotic who's seen one to many graphic horror movie, a relatively easy catch but a further looked showed.absolutely nothing which was their problem. There was no telling where this guy, if he even was guy, would be next.
They hadn't seen him before, Zech was relatively sure of that, anyone who had ever done this sort of thing was either dead or locked away under high security. Zech wondered vaguely if he had stumbled into Silence of the Lambs or perhaps Halloween, the gore and twisted mind behind the crime defiantly pointed toward fiction.
He crinkled up his forehead, the characters on the screen were dancing and blurring in and out of focus, a sure sign that it was time for bed. I'll head to the apartment in five minutes he promised himself.
Zech was jerked awake by the ringing of his vid phone. He had fallen asleep on his keyboard and had an imprint of half of it on the side of his face. He pressed the "receive" button. "Morning Sally." He greeted the blonde woman's image as it flashed onto the screen.
"Good morning actually." She informed him.
"Really?" He asked intrigued, on a normal basis Sally was more cheerful then anyone who spent a prolonged period of time with Wufei should be but today she looked really happy. "What's up?"
"We got a break, a fingerprint actually, and it's not the victim's or anyone who should have been in that room that night." Sally smiled.
"Great, who do they belong to?" Zech asked.
"His name is Mark Tryon and I'm faxing you all the data we have on him right now." She said leaving the screen for a second, presumably to put the data in the fax machine.
The readout reeked of potential psycho material, troubled past, disappeared girlfriends, stream of addresses and hard to find. "Looks like we have our man." Zech said putting down the read out.
"Sure we have our man, we just don't know where we have him." Sally laughed cynically.
"Oh what would be the fun in him making it easy?" Zech said bitterly.
The rest of the day was consumed by the task of hunting this guy down, slow, tedious work, which often erupted in fights between the members of the hunters, usually Zech and Wufei.
It was ten when Zech finally snapped. "I'm going home." He said shortly, fed up with the obstinate dark haired man who so infuriated him.
"See you tomorrow." Sally offered as he left.
Zech picked up some fast food on the way home and ate it in front of the TV. As he tossed the wrapping into the trash can he wondered what Noin was doing at that moment, his better half hoped that she was out with some nice man who would make her happy but the larger part wanted to kill himself just thinking about it.
(AN: awwwwwww anyway if you want more you must review! REVIEW DAMN YOU REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)