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            At the police station, Heero refused to talk. No amount of 'you can get a good deal' talk could make him.  The officers gave up and threw him in the tank.  Some hours later, Heero agreed to talk, thinking that possibly he could get out faster if he cooperated.  Two heavily armed guards escorted Heero to a small, dimly lit room with no light fixtures.  They seated him at a small table across from a professional interrogator.  There were four 3x5 pictures of four different men.

            "Now, son," the interrogator began, " did you kill these men?" the officer pointed to the men on the table.  Heero looked at the pictures.  He nodded.

            "Need a verbal answer, kid."

            "Yes."

            "Can you identify any of the men?" the officer asked.

            "Yes, the second to the right."

            "This one?"

            "Yeah."

            "What's his name?"

            "Markus Bangotti."

            "What was the nature of your relationship with him?"

            "I don't have a relationship with him; my girlfriend told me his name."

            "Who is your girlfriend?"

            "Her Highness Ambassator Vice Foreign Minister Relena Peacecraft-Darlian-Yuy." Heero blushed, realizing he had implied his wanting to marry Relena.

            "If we asked her of your relationship, she would call you her boyfriend?"

            "Yes."

            "Let's move on. Can you identify any of the other men by name?"

            "No."

            "Why did you kill these men?"

            "Self-defense."

            "You killed four men in self-defense?"

            "Yeah."

            "I don't understand—"

            "Look," Heero explained irritably, "Markus Bangotti started shooting at me, so I shot right back."

            "Why would Markus Bangotti be shooting at you?'

            "Because Vincent Bagotti sent him to."

            "What's your name son?"

            "Heero Yuy.'

            "That's funny," the officer said sarcastically, "what's your real name?"

            Heero hesitated to answer honestly. "Heero Yuy."

            "Listen, son," the officer grunted angrily, "if your not going to cooperate, just say so and I'll stop wasting my precious time."

            "I'm telling you the truth, but if you don't believe me, you need to stop wasting your time."

            The officer gave Heero a hard stare.  Heero sighed, sending a wave of air through that elevated his arms and chest.  The officer noticed horrendous scars up and down his arms.

            "Just what the hell happened to your arm, kid?"

            "Bullets and flying glass."