I LOVE THE VIOLET STREAK
CHAPTER TWO: FRUSTRATION ABOUT THE MYSTERY
~*8:00 a.m.: Sunday: New York*~
Heero Yuy bent down on the rooftop to examine the thick purple streak that was drawn on the building. Taking tweezers out from a case he gently took a sample of the "supposedly" violet lipstick on the cement.
Duo Maxwell slowly questioned the male victim slowly and accurately and making sure he wouldn't falter in his voice to make this "calm" man go all over the place. "Have you seen the culprit?"
"Yes... I did," he replied, "I believe she had blonde hair that reached to about her waist and deep hazel eyes." The man described her as accurately as possible... that was, IF possible.
"Is that all you saw?" Duo asked as the man nodded, "What did she steal from you?"
The man was hesitant at first and that didn't go unnoticed from the well-trained Gundam Pilot. Duo could feel the man soften suddenly from tension and he replied, "Some very important business files. Please officer you must get them back or my... boss will fire me!"
Duo nodded and told him in a steady voice, "We will try mister."
Meanwhile Chang Wufei checked the electric wires that had been pulled out and been fitted into complicated places that was rarely seen in his profession. Cautiously he followed each wire to its very specific placing.
He had checked the wall already, checking for fingerprints or a piece of hair. Of course, he knew already that he would be very lucky to even find an evaporated drop of sweat. He let out a silent growl in his throat from frustration and it pissed him more that it was a woman that had outsmarted him.
Trowa Barton bent down to see that the squared-shaped piece of glass that was placed against the table was not cut from a knife or any other ordinary technology. For once, he felt tired. He and his partners had been on this case since midnight and now it was eight in the morning.
The silencer knew that Heero was still looking at the streak and was too stubborn to believe that it was ordinary lipstick and Duo has been questioning the people over and over again and had just begun to question the victim for the hundredth time before he actually asked what SHE stole from him. Wufei was slowly being pushed over the edge by the wires and Quartre was out buying coffee.
But he had to admit that ever since a year ago, when the war was over, he had never encountered such mystery and such great planning in a long time. Une already sent people to solve the first case that evolved that streak and after ten more unsolvable cases she finally sent the greatest they had and that was he and the boys, the Gundam Pilots. And it almost scared him that he was almost stumped, almost.
Quartre Winner went up to the cashier and said, "Five black coffees please."
"Hard day?" the woman asked as she prepared the coffee cups.
"You could say that," he answered with a smile as the woman gave him the coffee, "Thanks"
"Thank YOU for the business," she told him as he waved good-bye and exited the little coffee shop.
Quartre sat back against the car seat after he made sure that the coffee was secure, and then he strapped on his seat belt and started the engine. He then pulled out of the lot and onto the road.
Quartre had a frown on him out of the blue when he remembered how frustrated everyone was on the case. But he couldn't lie to his heart when he was quite ready to give up as well. The only one that hadn't wavered on his emotions of annoyance was Heero, but he was always like that, the indestructible one.
Turning the corner towards the hotel he let out a sigh and put the window down. He then slowly pushed the brake as he closed his tired eyes and let the steady wind sooth his aching muscles. Opening his eyes he whispered, "Who is this Violet Streak...?"
~*~*~
She strolled down the hallway with the air of power around her. Everyone she went by they nodded at her as if she was their superior, and that was what she was. She was their superior, their leader and in a strange yet obvious way, she was also their friend.
It was just last night that she completed her mission in getting the information and she was still tired from talking it over with her advisors and generals. She then slowly took her black leather gloves off and wiped her sweat off with a handkerchief.
Going into her office she looked at herself in the mirror and frowned at the reflection she saw. With her right hand she took the blonde waist length hair off and whispered, "Blonde haired wig... and I thought I could do better than being a dumb blonde."
Throwing the wig away she carefully removed her hazel contacts and again she spoke, "Hazel... that was better than blonde."
Putting the contact lenses in their case for probably latter uses, she then looked at her reflection over again and saw the real her... the black hair that reached to her shoulders gleamed as her deep violet eyes sparkled with intense.
A knock sounded at her door. She turned her attention to the person behind the door and said, "Come in."
A blue-haired girl came in with glasses over her sapphire eyes and had a white lab coat on. Printed on her small nameplate that was pinned to her coat was Ami Mizuno, her top scientist.
"Ami," she acknowledged with a smile, "Come in, and sit." She motioned towards one of the chairs in front of her desk as she took her leather chair. "What news do you bring? Good news I hope."
"Of course good news. It's not like us to fail to crack such an amateur lock on that file," Ami answered coolly once she made herself comfortable in front of her friend and superior.
"And the Preventors?" she asked as she swirled her chair towards the window.
"They apparently sent the Gundam Pilots to investigate this case," Ami said.
She smirked, "Finally Lady Une gets some real professionals on this case. But it's not like we are doing anything wrong."
"True," Ami agreed.
"The file?"
"It is as you said. This man is stealing money from banks all around the world. He at least moves to a different area every month. Making him undetectable," answered the great scientist.
"Like us..." she whispered. Then another knock came, "Come in."
The door opened to reveal a teal haired woman with aqua eyes that could pierce the lost city Atlantis like an atom bomb. She wore a simple red dress with a nameplate that said Michiru Kaiou. She was another one of her best scientist that had many identities, but not as good as Ami. Her main output was to be famous and roll in the dough for this organization.
"Welcome Michiru. What brings you here?" she asked.
Michiru smiled and answered, "Your father is wanting you to come home from your "tour" in New York."
She smiled, "I'm actually surprised that father still doesn't know what I do."
"Miss Hotaru, I think you should be going home now," Ami told her superior.
Hotaru nodded, "Very well then... I suppose I'll meet you both there."
"You couldn't stop us in a million years," Michiru assured her as Hotaru made her way to her private jet.
~*~*~
Une leaned back on her chair. It was now 12 in the afternoon and the great Gundam Pilots had came back empty handed. With nothing to tell her but the violet streak and what the culprit looked like, as if that really helped, especially the culprit had many identities and they've already tried to track at least one of them.
"It is official. We can not crack the case," Une murmured to the boys out loud.
"That doesn't mean we are going to give up," Heero told her with a hollow voice.
"No," Une said, "We aren't. I established a stake out plan. I have already got a certain amount of troops in certain places to learn of this Violet Streak."
"What about us?" Wufei asked. Irritated that they haven't been informed until now.
"You boys get to go to Tokyo, Japan and will be going to a school there as well," Une informed.
"Great," Duo said sarcastically but then paused, "Wait. Heero's Japanese!"
"Shut up," Heero told him.
"Is that all?" Trowa suddenly asked as Une nodded.
"But..." Quartre trailed, "Miss Relena will be at Tokyo, Japan for a while wouldn't she?"
Une smiled, "Now you know why I'm sending you five to go to a small continent,"
"Great," Duo said sarcastically as they went to the airport to go to Japan. It was also obvious that they were still frustrated about the case and that they didn't want to go the Japan. But no one could do a single thing about it.
~*~*~
TENSHI CAT
CHAPTER TWO: FRUSTRATION ABOUT THE MYSTERY
~*8:00 a.m.: Sunday: New York*~
Heero Yuy bent down on the rooftop to examine the thick purple streak that was drawn on the building. Taking tweezers out from a case he gently took a sample of the "supposedly" violet lipstick on the cement.
Duo Maxwell slowly questioned the male victim slowly and accurately and making sure he wouldn't falter in his voice to make this "calm" man go all over the place. "Have you seen the culprit?"
"Yes... I did," he replied, "I believe she had blonde hair that reached to about her waist and deep hazel eyes." The man described her as accurately as possible... that was, IF possible.
"Is that all you saw?" Duo asked as the man nodded, "What did she steal from you?"
The man was hesitant at first and that didn't go unnoticed from the well-trained Gundam Pilot. Duo could feel the man soften suddenly from tension and he replied, "Some very important business files. Please officer you must get them back or my... boss will fire me!"
Duo nodded and told him in a steady voice, "We will try mister."
Meanwhile Chang Wufei checked the electric wires that had been pulled out and been fitted into complicated places that was rarely seen in his profession. Cautiously he followed each wire to its very specific placing.
He had checked the wall already, checking for fingerprints or a piece of hair. Of course, he knew already that he would be very lucky to even find an evaporated drop of sweat. He let out a silent growl in his throat from frustration and it pissed him more that it was a woman that had outsmarted him.
Trowa Barton bent down to see that the squared-shaped piece of glass that was placed against the table was not cut from a knife or any other ordinary technology. For once, he felt tired. He and his partners had been on this case since midnight and now it was eight in the morning.
The silencer knew that Heero was still looking at the streak and was too stubborn to believe that it was ordinary lipstick and Duo has been questioning the people over and over again and had just begun to question the victim for the hundredth time before he actually asked what SHE stole from him. Wufei was slowly being pushed over the edge by the wires and Quartre was out buying coffee.
But he had to admit that ever since a year ago, when the war was over, he had never encountered such mystery and such great planning in a long time. Une already sent people to solve the first case that evolved that streak and after ten more unsolvable cases she finally sent the greatest they had and that was he and the boys, the Gundam Pilots. And it almost scared him that he was almost stumped, almost.
Quartre Winner went up to the cashier and said, "Five black coffees please."
"Hard day?" the woman asked as she prepared the coffee cups.
"You could say that," he answered with a smile as the woman gave him the coffee, "Thanks"
"Thank YOU for the business," she told him as he waved good-bye and exited the little coffee shop.
Quartre sat back against the car seat after he made sure that the coffee was secure, and then he strapped on his seat belt and started the engine. He then pulled out of the lot and onto the road.
Quartre had a frown on him out of the blue when he remembered how frustrated everyone was on the case. But he couldn't lie to his heart when he was quite ready to give up as well. The only one that hadn't wavered on his emotions of annoyance was Heero, but he was always like that, the indestructible one.
Turning the corner towards the hotel he let out a sigh and put the window down. He then slowly pushed the brake as he closed his tired eyes and let the steady wind sooth his aching muscles. Opening his eyes he whispered, "Who is this Violet Streak...?"
~*~*~
She strolled down the hallway with the air of power around her. Everyone she went by they nodded at her as if she was their superior, and that was what she was. She was their superior, their leader and in a strange yet obvious way, she was also their friend.
It was just last night that she completed her mission in getting the information and she was still tired from talking it over with her advisors and generals. She then slowly took her black leather gloves off and wiped her sweat off with a handkerchief.
Going into her office she looked at herself in the mirror and frowned at the reflection she saw. With her right hand she took the blonde waist length hair off and whispered, "Blonde haired wig... and I thought I could do better than being a dumb blonde."
Throwing the wig away she carefully removed her hazel contacts and again she spoke, "Hazel... that was better than blonde."
Putting the contact lenses in their case for probably latter uses, she then looked at her reflection over again and saw the real her... the black hair that reached to her shoulders gleamed as her deep violet eyes sparkled with intense.
A knock sounded at her door. She turned her attention to the person behind the door and said, "Come in."
A blue-haired girl came in with glasses over her sapphire eyes and had a white lab coat on. Printed on her small nameplate that was pinned to her coat was Ami Mizuno, her top scientist.
"Ami," she acknowledged with a smile, "Come in, and sit." She motioned towards one of the chairs in front of her desk as she took her leather chair. "What news do you bring? Good news I hope."
"Of course good news. It's not like us to fail to crack such an amateur lock on that file," Ami answered coolly once she made herself comfortable in front of her friend and superior.
"And the Preventors?" she asked as she swirled her chair towards the window.
"They apparently sent the Gundam Pilots to investigate this case," Ami said.
She smirked, "Finally Lady Une gets some real professionals on this case. But it's not like we are doing anything wrong."
"True," Ami agreed.
"The file?"
"It is as you said. This man is stealing money from banks all around the world. He at least moves to a different area every month. Making him undetectable," answered the great scientist.
"Like us..." she whispered. Then another knock came, "Come in."
The door opened to reveal a teal haired woman with aqua eyes that could pierce the lost city Atlantis like an atom bomb. She wore a simple red dress with a nameplate that said Michiru Kaiou. She was another one of her best scientist that had many identities, but not as good as Ami. Her main output was to be famous and roll in the dough for this organization.
"Welcome Michiru. What brings you here?" she asked.
Michiru smiled and answered, "Your father is wanting you to come home from your "tour" in New York."
She smiled, "I'm actually surprised that father still doesn't know what I do."
"Miss Hotaru, I think you should be going home now," Ami told her superior.
Hotaru nodded, "Very well then... I suppose I'll meet you both there."
"You couldn't stop us in a million years," Michiru assured her as Hotaru made her way to her private jet.
~*~*~
Une leaned back on her chair. It was now 12 in the afternoon and the great Gundam Pilots had came back empty handed. With nothing to tell her but the violet streak and what the culprit looked like, as if that really helped, especially the culprit had many identities and they've already tried to track at least one of them.
"It is official. We can not crack the case," Une murmured to the boys out loud.
"That doesn't mean we are going to give up," Heero told her with a hollow voice.
"No," Une said, "We aren't. I established a stake out plan. I have already got a certain amount of troops in certain places to learn of this Violet Streak."
"What about us?" Wufei asked. Irritated that they haven't been informed until now.
"You boys get to go to Tokyo, Japan and will be going to a school there as well," Une informed.
"Great," Duo said sarcastically but then paused, "Wait. Heero's Japanese!"
"Shut up," Heero told him.
"Is that all?" Trowa suddenly asked as Une nodded.
"But..." Quartre trailed, "Miss Relena will be at Tokyo, Japan for a while wouldn't she?"
Une smiled, "Now you know why I'm sending you five to go to a small continent,"
"Great," Duo said sarcastically as they went to the airport to go to Japan. It was also obvious that they were still frustrated about the case and that they didn't want to go the Japan. But no one could do a single thing about it.
~*~*~
TENSHI CAT