Part 6
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They finally arrived at Heero's old home after a brief hospital visit. Somebody saw an older teenaged boy laying in the road and called and ambulance. Both Heero and Relena were eventually just fine, and the doctors released them after just an hour. Heero hailed a cab for them to get the rest of the way to his home; his car had been towed from the highway.
"This is it?" Relena asked happily as she stepped into the golden refuge that evening.
"Yep." Heero stepped in after her, carrying her suitcase and three 'little bags'. Relena stepped into the den. There was a couch, facing the entrance to the kitchen, ten feet away. On the other side of the den, a short hallway with a bedroom at the end and a bedroom on its left. Down the little hall to the right, there was a full bathroom. Heero flopped down on the couch in the den after turning off the alarm. His thoughts turned to the original gunman that struck him as being so familiar.
"Relena," he called.
"Yeah?" she called back.
"Was it just me, or did the gunman in the station wagon look familiar?"
Relena arched her eyebrows in an attempt to visualize the man. "Describe him."
"Thin guy, big shoulders, pale, light green eyes, and dark hair." It clicked."
"His name is Markus. He's Vincent's brother. Vincent probably told Markus and sent him after me."
Heero had one hell of a headache. He moved to the kitchen in hopes of finding some aspirin. The doorbell rang. Relena froze. Fear returned to haunt her vulnerable mind. Heero switched off the lights. He withdrew his gun, which still had a few bullets in it, and held it ready. The bell rang again. The knob started to turn. He reached in his pocket and pushed a button on a key chain, turning off the alarm. A drill sounded. They were breaking down the door.
"Relena!" he whispered as loud as he could, "Stay back!" The door fell in. Heero jumped out and aimed at the intruders. Two men in police uniforms. Heero lowered his gun.
"Sorry guys. I thought you were breaking in to rob me or something. Relena! Its okay; it's just a couple of cops."
"Are you the one they call Heero Yuy?" one of the men asked as Relena came into view. She stood behind him and held his shoulders.
"Yes, but who wants to know?"
"I'm Officer Redan, and this is Officer Cheney." Said one.
"We received an anonymous tip backed up by eye witness accounts that you were responsible for the Interstate Murders this afternoon. We have to take you down to the station. We have a warrant for your arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you." Said Officer Cheney, slapping cuffs on Heero and causing him to drop his gun. "I hope you have a license for that, son."
"Vice Foreign Minister Darlian," Officer Redan ordered, "He's extremely dangerous."
"No he's not," she argued, taking his arm in his defense, "He saved me today. There was no murder; he did everything in self-defense. I was there. If anything happened, it was aggravated assault against us." Relena had a commanding stance and voice, but it didn't work.
"I'm sorry Ms. Peacecraft, but dozens of people have said that your friend here killed four men. That is called a crime." Officer Cheney spoke to Relena as if she was stupid. "Listen Vice Foreign Minister, a police officer saw him as well. A trained observer. That in itself is reason to believe. Come on, kid." They pulled Heero along.
"No, wait! He only did it in self-defense! They shot at us first!"
"Vice foreign Minister—"
"He saved my life!"
"He killed four men!"
"Thousands of officers have shot people that died and nobody says a thing to them."
"That's not up for discussion, Ms. Peacecraft. We have to take him now, with or without your consent." They dragged Heero away and packed him into their patrol vehicle. Relena watched them disappear into the night.