Chapter 10
When she got home the satellites had some very disturbing footage for her. They had recorded the battle at the boarding school. Heero had risen to the occasion as normal, however…
"Heero! I know that's you in there!" She stared at the screen watching the two inch tall girl unnerve the trained assassin. "What the hell is he doing?"
Heero saved her, this was good. She recognized him as the pilot, this was bad. He decided that she was a threat to the mission knowing his identity as the pilot to the gundam Wing. He attempted to kill her. He failed. In order from worst to best his failing was worst and realizing she was a threat was best.
She hit her head against the table top. Killing all witnesses was a requirement of any and all missions. The fact that he realized she was a threat because she was both a witness and knew who he was was good. It meant that ten years of training had not been wasted, he saw a scenario and picked out the problem. Good heero. He tried to kill her. Relena was important now so that wasn't as good but threats do need to be taken care of. Not bad, not good in a way. Failing to kill something he tried to. Very bad.
She watched him from the cockpit cameras, intently studied his reactions. It was obvious, more than obvious. He's in about as deep as Sibian. No doubt about it, there was a second reason to protect Miss Dorlin now. She sighed and began to crack the firewalls on the Dorlin security camera system.
After her new charge was sufficiently watched she set about the last mission that was to go through. She checked the database for the layout. It was gone, moved from the potential missions to the missions in effect area. Her mouth went dry. They had sent it through directly!
She had to get hold of the doctors. Impossible, they had all went into hiding as soon as she had left. Which wouldn't be a problem except they all slept and woke at different hours of the day there wouldn't be time to get the information to them and for them to send it to the pilots in time. She had to get it straight to the pilots. It was midmorning where Wufei was, she began breaking his codes feverishly.
By the time she had managed to set a secure line that he would believe was from the missions control database it was too late to inform any of the other pilots. She sent to him instructions to try to stop the other pilots to the best of his abilities before they fulfilled the goal set up for them. She supported it with the exact plans of the set up as well as info on the other Gunams before shutting the laptop and racing downstairs to her plane. An unsuspecting Jaguar whose adolescent drivers had foolishly revved right next to her while she was on the sidewalk coming home earlier donated the new leather seat.
She couldn't fly. Her one big fault among several minor ones. Truth be told she hadn't been trained as an assassin like Heero, or a spy like Duo, or a tactic like Quatre. Wufei and Trowa had learned piloting soley. She had been trained as several things, the main of which was a secretary. Yup, I manage their schedules. However seeing her unique position as the secretary of a particular group of suicidal and extraordinarily unstable teenage boys she'd also been trained in mechanics and fire arms. Not piloting though, that's why she used a plane with vocal commands.
"New Edwards ho!" The engines geared up. She pressed the garage door opener on the side panel and watched as the big metal sheet extended out and up. Garage doors are so much fun. Down to business. Who else could she tweak schedules of to aide her charges. There was that Major who'd seen Heero at the military hospital. A Ms. Sally Po. She was currently a good hour from the base, in one of the newer computer based planes. A Lady Une had activated the nuclear weapons on the base. That should be enough to call the good Major to the scene, she forwarded the info directly to the plane's computers.