It was ironic that this hotel was named 'Beautiful View'. The only view it
offered was that of the Gallant Central Mall. As Midii triumphantly
entered Trowa's room she was met with a familiar sight. A small duffel
bag, cell phone charger, laptop and unmade bed were the only signs that the
room had been even slightly touched.
Midii set to work on the bed. Mariana, a short Guatemalan woman, had
speedily taught her how to properly do this just an hour before. As she
finished by replaced the pillows, the door opened.
"I'm sorry.your room is supposed to be cleaned at twelve," she yelled.
"No problem," came the reply as Trowa entered the room.
"Well, I'm done already. Have a nice day," she said as calmly as she could
muster, taking an armful of linens as she left.
He caught her by the arm. "Sir." She refused to make eye contact. "So now you're trying stealthy, are you Midii?" She stopped resisting and dropped the bedclothes. She looked straight ahead as she spoke. "Trowa.I." "Why are you here?" he asked. She really did play this part well. In the little blue dress and sandals, she actually looked as ridiculous as all the other maids that were always running around without a word. So many questions sprang to mind. She wouldn't answer a single one of them. "It's been a while," she finally said. Furious, she sat down on the bed and sighed. He was tempted to laugh. He always loved how Midii got so mad so quietly.
Already she had formed a plan. Still seemingly fuming, she looked up at him. Midii could feel his eyes boring into her. She stared at her feet and pulled her hair out of the insanely high bun. She felt Trowa sit down next to her. The two sat in silence for a very long time. * Questioning her ties to Winner and Marquis would not be easy. Heero Yuy sat in the Preventors main office in Russia, scanning over data compiled over the past three days: a pub owner hiring a girl that fit Midii's description, a picture of Zechs Marquis running a red light with a girl in the passenger seat of his Benz, a swarm of testimonies saying that Winner and Une having lunch together. Nothing really tied the two except the Eve Wars and mobile suits. Une was a spy; there was no doubt that she was on a job. Now he had to figure out what she was doing. This was going to take a while. And more coffee. * Trowa sat in the silent, sterile room. After ordering room service, Midii had agreed to stay. She walked out of the bathroom wearing jeans and a crisp pinstripe button-down. This was the Midii he remembered. Stunning. She sat down at the small desk and started on a piece of roasted chicken. He watched, ignoring the wealth of food set before him. "Well, are you going to eat or not?" she asked, delicately licking her fingers. "Not hungry." "You're the one who suggested we get food." "Okay. Hand me some of those," he said, motioning at the wings. She pushed the plate across the table. He couldn't bare it any longer. "Why were you with Quatre.at the airport?" She looked at him curiously. "Who?" "Damn, Midii.don't do this. I know you're on a job."
"I was." she looked him straight in the eye. "Looking for some information." "Did you get it?'' "Winner is an airtight confidant. There was no way he would tell me anything" There. She hadn't lied at all. Just.kept some of the truth to her. She rose, catching the bottom button and tearing it from her shirt. "Damn. Does this hotel give you the little needle and thread things?" He pointed to the bedside table, stunned. When she had stood up, for a fleeting second he had seen her stomach. On it was a patch. Midii didn't smoke - She was wearing a contraceptive patch. He couldn't banish the thought - she was sleeping with someone else. He was jealous, and he had to keep it to himself. Even though they weren't always together, she was the only one. He prayed he wasn't red in the face. She shoved the repair kit into her back pocket as if she cared. Turning around, she decided to stop wasting time. "Trowa, what can you tell me about Apollo?"
He caught her by the arm. "Sir." She refused to make eye contact. "So now you're trying stealthy, are you Midii?" She stopped resisting and dropped the bedclothes. She looked straight ahead as she spoke. "Trowa.I." "Why are you here?" he asked. She really did play this part well. In the little blue dress and sandals, she actually looked as ridiculous as all the other maids that were always running around without a word. So many questions sprang to mind. She wouldn't answer a single one of them. "It's been a while," she finally said. Furious, she sat down on the bed and sighed. He was tempted to laugh. He always loved how Midii got so mad so quietly.
Already she had formed a plan. Still seemingly fuming, she looked up at him. Midii could feel his eyes boring into her. She stared at her feet and pulled her hair out of the insanely high bun. She felt Trowa sit down next to her. The two sat in silence for a very long time. * Questioning her ties to Winner and Marquis would not be easy. Heero Yuy sat in the Preventors main office in Russia, scanning over data compiled over the past three days: a pub owner hiring a girl that fit Midii's description, a picture of Zechs Marquis running a red light with a girl in the passenger seat of his Benz, a swarm of testimonies saying that Winner and Une having lunch together. Nothing really tied the two except the Eve Wars and mobile suits. Une was a spy; there was no doubt that she was on a job. Now he had to figure out what she was doing. This was going to take a while. And more coffee. * Trowa sat in the silent, sterile room. After ordering room service, Midii had agreed to stay. She walked out of the bathroom wearing jeans and a crisp pinstripe button-down. This was the Midii he remembered. Stunning. She sat down at the small desk and started on a piece of roasted chicken. He watched, ignoring the wealth of food set before him. "Well, are you going to eat or not?" she asked, delicately licking her fingers. "Not hungry." "You're the one who suggested we get food." "Okay. Hand me some of those," he said, motioning at the wings. She pushed the plate across the table. He couldn't bare it any longer. "Why were you with Quatre.at the airport?" She looked at him curiously. "Who?" "Damn, Midii.don't do this. I know you're on a job."
"I was." she looked him straight in the eye. "Looking for some information." "Did you get it?'' "Winner is an airtight confidant. There was no way he would tell me anything" There. She hadn't lied at all. Just.kept some of the truth to her. She rose, catching the bottom button and tearing it from her shirt. "Damn. Does this hotel give you the little needle and thread things?" He pointed to the bedside table, stunned. When she had stood up, for a fleeting second he had seen her stomach. On it was a patch. Midii didn't smoke - She was wearing a contraceptive patch. He couldn't banish the thought - she was sleeping with someone else. He was jealous, and he had to keep it to himself. Even though they weren't always together, she was the only one. He prayed he wasn't red in the face. She shoved the repair kit into her back pocket as if she cared. Turning around, she decided to stop wasting time. "Trowa, what can you tell me about Apollo?"
