The two had long ago given up on catching the 'mastermind' who had
turned everything completely upside-down. Over the course of half an hour
she revealed every detail of the anonymous 'Apollo' tip-off and a rather
austere account of the job. Trowa had been completely speechless ever
since the words 'I slept with Quatre Winner' had left her mouth.
She kept nodding off. Every so often she would get up and eat something, trying to stay awake. After her third run it became too much for him. "Midii!" he yelled. She turned around, startled. "Yes?" she asked timidly. He motioned her over. "You're driving me insane," he said more softly. She walked from the mini-kitchen to him, and he took the hand that didn't clutch a can of Coke. She opened her mouth to speak but the door being knocked down interrupted the moment.
She almost dropped the gun. A dozen Preventors filed into the room, sniper rifles in hand. The stunned concierge stood out in the hall. Then she realized what had happened. Trowa had set her up. She stared at him as he tried to find words. Then she started to cry.
He couldn't believe it. She thought he had planned all of this. As three took her from the room she neither resisted or took her eyes off him. Then she was gone. * She sat on the table, handcuffed, waiting for something to happen. She had been driven to the station in which she had been hours before; only she didn't sit in an oak-finished office. Once cuffed and printed, she knew it was all over. Now she sat on the cold metal table, awaiting a sentence. But she wouldn't cry. She was gong to spend a lifetime in a ten by eight because she had trusted Trowa. There was no way.it didn't fit. This was a web of lies and deception even she couldn't see through. Nothing made sense - the intricacy of the labyrinth she had entered voluntarily. This was the Spy Game - the New Alliance would claim she didn't exist, and she would never see a legitimate trial. She was now a civilian vigilante.
Then she remembered Trowa's face.when she had cleaned his suite.He looked genuinely shocked. And Trowa was a mediocre actor. This was a double set- up. He was just as confused as her, completely uninformed. The raid had been beyond his knowledge or control. Yuy didn't do it - he didn't have the authority. Every suspect was clueless. For the first time she was utterly stunned. She set her jaw and stared at the cuffs. Then he walked in.
It was a sad sight. Her hair was blonde again; she had been completely soaked in the rain. The auburn dye settled around her shoulders, staining the white button-down. The cuffs were biting into her wrists. She was visibly shaking. He couldn't stand it. Now it was time to end this all.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye. It was Yuy. She waited to hear the gun cock, feel the cold steel of the barrel against her temple. It didn't happen. He walked directly in front of her, taking her hands. The handcuffs fell to the floor, clinking a bit too loudly. She looked up cautiously, then after stealing a quick glance, stared at the floor. She felt his hand swiftly jerk her chin parallel to the floor. He stared her straight in the eye.
"Come on." "Monsieur?" she asked in a shaking voice. "I'm getting you out of here." "What?" "You heard me," he said. He was getting really tired of her really fast. " They printed me. My face has been all over the news. I won't be able to get out of space." "These?" he asked, holding up her print card. She nodded. He dropped it in the pitcher of ice water on the table next to her and watched as she stared at the jet-black ink swirl in the water. Now he needed to make a friend in the media. * He left her in the corner, where the camera couldn't catch her. Heero sprinted up to the fourteenth floor. Meeting the head of IN news wouldn't be an easy job. As he sat in the lobby, he saw his secretary walk by. This was his chance. He ran into an empty cubicle and hastily typed a mock press report. He breezed into the CEO's office and delivered the piece of print paper. The secretary gasped, then ran into the adjoining office, screaming "It's a conspiracy! Midii Une is innocent!" * She was sleeping soundly. Not much of a difference - she never spoke a word to him. As Yuy rounded the corner, she awoke. Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over and stroked her shoulder.
What was he doing? She watched as, his eyes frozen ahead of him. He was taking her to Trowa. She had dry clothes there. She went back to sleep, the only comfort she knew.
She kept nodding off. Every so often she would get up and eat something, trying to stay awake. After her third run it became too much for him. "Midii!" he yelled. She turned around, startled. "Yes?" she asked timidly. He motioned her over. "You're driving me insane," he said more softly. She walked from the mini-kitchen to him, and he took the hand that didn't clutch a can of Coke. She opened her mouth to speak but the door being knocked down interrupted the moment.
She almost dropped the gun. A dozen Preventors filed into the room, sniper rifles in hand. The stunned concierge stood out in the hall. Then she realized what had happened. Trowa had set her up. She stared at him as he tried to find words. Then she started to cry.
He couldn't believe it. She thought he had planned all of this. As three took her from the room she neither resisted or took her eyes off him. Then she was gone. * She sat on the table, handcuffed, waiting for something to happen. She had been driven to the station in which she had been hours before; only she didn't sit in an oak-finished office. Once cuffed and printed, she knew it was all over. Now she sat on the cold metal table, awaiting a sentence. But she wouldn't cry. She was gong to spend a lifetime in a ten by eight because she had trusted Trowa. There was no way.it didn't fit. This was a web of lies and deception even she couldn't see through. Nothing made sense - the intricacy of the labyrinth she had entered voluntarily. This was the Spy Game - the New Alliance would claim she didn't exist, and she would never see a legitimate trial. She was now a civilian vigilante.
Then she remembered Trowa's face.when she had cleaned his suite.He looked genuinely shocked. And Trowa was a mediocre actor. This was a double set- up. He was just as confused as her, completely uninformed. The raid had been beyond his knowledge or control. Yuy didn't do it - he didn't have the authority. Every suspect was clueless. For the first time she was utterly stunned. She set her jaw and stared at the cuffs. Then he walked in.
It was a sad sight. Her hair was blonde again; she had been completely soaked in the rain. The auburn dye settled around her shoulders, staining the white button-down. The cuffs were biting into her wrists. She was visibly shaking. He couldn't stand it. Now it was time to end this all.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye. It was Yuy. She waited to hear the gun cock, feel the cold steel of the barrel against her temple. It didn't happen. He walked directly in front of her, taking her hands. The handcuffs fell to the floor, clinking a bit too loudly. She looked up cautiously, then after stealing a quick glance, stared at the floor. She felt his hand swiftly jerk her chin parallel to the floor. He stared her straight in the eye.
"Come on." "Monsieur?" she asked in a shaking voice. "I'm getting you out of here." "What?" "You heard me," he said. He was getting really tired of her really fast. " They printed me. My face has been all over the news. I won't be able to get out of space." "These?" he asked, holding up her print card. She nodded. He dropped it in the pitcher of ice water on the table next to her and watched as she stared at the jet-black ink swirl in the water. Now he needed to make a friend in the media. * He left her in the corner, where the camera couldn't catch her. Heero sprinted up to the fourteenth floor. Meeting the head of IN news wouldn't be an easy job. As he sat in the lobby, he saw his secretary walk by. This was his chance. He ran into an empty cubicle and hastily typed a mock press report. He breezed into the CEO's office and delivered the piece of print paper. The secretary gasped, then ran into the adjoining office, screaming "It's a conspiracy! Midii Une is innocent!" * She was sleeping soundly. Not much of a difference - she never spoke a word to him. As Yuy rounded the corner, she awoke. Keeping his eyes on the road, he reached over and stroked her shoulder.
What was he doing? She watched as, his eyes frozen ahead of him. He was taking her to Trowa. She had dry clothes there. She went back to sleep, the only comfort she knew.
