Chapter 4- It's a little town in northern Canada
The very man being cried over jerked upright in his bed, fully awake in an instant. Slowly his brain processed that he was in his bed and nothing truly exiting was happening. He slowly swung his trembling legs over the edge of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. He pealed his sweat- drenched shirt from his torso, wiped his face on it and threw it into the hamper. He bent over the sink and splashed the cold water on his face.
The nightmares were getting worse and coming more often, mostly they were about Noin but occasionally they would be about Relena. He ran his cold, sweaty hands through his lustrous mane of platinum hair and exhaled sharply. "It was just a dream." He consoled himself.
He stumbled to his computer, to shaken by the haunting nightmare to re-claim sleep. He found that the researcher he had sent his request to hadn't been able to turn up anything on Tryon yet. His mind kept reviewing the facts over and over trying to find something that could help him track down this elusive person. He noticed that he had a new e-mail from Sally:
We think we have a fair guess as to where the next hit will be, I'll tell you the details on the plane. But that's not important now, I just want you packed to pack for Canada, Wufei and I will pick you up at seven tomorrow, we have a long flight ahead of us.
He looked at the clock, it was six thirty. He threw a couple changes of clothes, his winter coat and a toothbrush into a duffel bag, hopped into the shower and made it out to the front of his apartment building just as Sally's car pulled up.
"What happened." He asked as the car sped away.
"Actually we don't really know, my sources in the underworld say something big is going to happen three days from now in a small town in northern Canada. They don't know what it is but I'm guessing it's linked to our case and one way or another we're going to end up with a body, killer or victim is up to us." She explained.
"Do we know who they're after." He asked buckling his seatbelt (AN: There's my subliminal message to buckle your seatbelts, heed it)
"No." Sally groaned rubbing her sleepy eyes. "That's the weird part, usually this guy aims for political figures or people who played big roles in the war but there's no one like that in this town."
"Then do we have a plan?" He asked.
"I was thinking we could pretend to be tourists and make sure no one in a black top hat is wondering around at night." She suggested wearily.
Wufei grumbled his displeasure at having to go incognito but even he agreed to the need of such tactics.
The plane ride was long and boring. Sally was asleep, Wufei was annoying, he got motion sickness from reading and the movie was lame. But finally the plane touched down with a bump.
"We're going to have to split up, you're to young to be our father and to old to be our friend." Sally said as the entered the terminal.
"Ok it'll be better if we arrive at different times also, I'll drive up tonight and you guys can follow suit tomorrow." He offered.
They agreed to call every three hours to check in and took their separate routes. The first thing that Zech did with his new freedom was stop for some food. He hadn't eaten breakfast and as a general rule he didn't eat anything on airplane rides.
By the time he finished his sandwich and rented a car it was already getting dark and he still had a three-hour drive ahead of him.
(AN: Hey, I need a Beta reader for this story, if you want the job mail me and I'll send ch. 5 to you when I have a substantial amount of it and as always please review even if you already have!)
The very man being cried over jerked upright in his bed, fully awake in an instant. Slowly his brain processed that he was in his bed and nothing truly exiting was happening. He slowly swung his trembling legs over the edge of the bed and stumbled to the bathroom. He pealed his sweat- drenched shirt from his torso, wiped his face on it and threw it into the hamper. He bent over the sink and splashed the cold water on his face.
The nightmares were getting worse and coming more often, mostly they were about Noin but occasionally they would be about Relena. He ran his cold, sweaty hands through his lustrous mane of platinum hair and exhaled sharply. "It was just a dream." He consoled himself.
He stumbled to his computer, to shaken by the haunting nightmare to re-claim sleep. He found that the researcher he had sent his request to hadn't been able to turn up anything on Tryon yet. His mind kept reviewing the facts over and over trying to find something that could help him track down this elusive person. He noticed that he had a new e-mail from Sally:
We think we have a fair guess as to where the next hit will be, I'll tell you the details on the plane. But that's not important now, I just want you packed to pack for Canada, Wufei and I will pick you up at seven tomorrow, we have a long flight ahead of us.
He looked at the clock, it was six thirty. He threw a couple changes of clothes, his winter coat and a toothbrush into a duffel bag, hopped into the shower and made it out to the front of his apartment building just as Sally's car pulled up.
"What happened." He asked as the car sped away.
"Actually we don't really know, my sources in the underworld say something big is going to happen three days from now in a small town in northern Canada. They don't know what it is but I'm guessing it's linked to our case and one way or another we're going to end up with a body, killer or victim is up to us." She explained.
"Do we know who they're after." He asked buckling his seatbelt (AN: There's my subliminal message to buckle your seatbelts, heed it)
"No." Sally groaned rubbing her sleepy eyes. "That's the weird part, usually this guy aims for political figures or people who played big roles in the war but there's no one like that in this town."
"Then do we have a plan?" He asked.
"I was thinking we could pretend to be tourists and make sure no one in a black top hat is wondering around at night." She suggested wearily.
Wufei grumbled his displeasure at having to go incognito but even he agreed to the need of such tactics.
The plane ride was long and boring. Sally was asleep, Wufei was annoying, he got motion sickness from reading and the movie was lame. But finally the plane touched down with a bump.
"We're going to have to split up, you're to young to be our father and to old to be our friend." Sally said as the entered the terminal.
"Ok it'll be better if we arrive at different times also, I'll drive up tonight and you guys can follow suit tomorrow." He offered.
They agreed to call every three hours to check in and took their separate routes. The first thing that Zech did with his new freedom was stop for some food. He hadn't eaten breakfast and as a general rule he didn't eat anything on airplane rides.
By the time he finished his sandwich and rented a car it was already getting dark and he still had a three-hour drive ahead of him.
(AN: Hey, I need a Beta reader for this story, if you want the job mail me and I'll send ch. 5 to you when I have a substantial amount of it and as always please review even if you already have!)