Relena calmly read a magazine on the plane, next to her neighbor, who was
enjoying a drink of rich brandy. She turned away from her to look out at
the Earth. She thought it so ironic that the planet that gave them birth
would ultimately bring their doom. Everyone wanted a piece of it, and
everyone wouldn't wait for peace, or care about the poor. And so greed
ruled the Earth, turning once sweet tempered young girls, into dangerous
little warriors. Relena sighed, as the call came from the captain to buckle
up, they were arriving.
She quickly buckled her seat belt and turned to the window once more, watching the looming appearance of the colony grow closer and closer. Finally, the ship docked within the colony, and the passengers were free to step off board. Relena looked at the many people leaving the colonies. Her eyes flashed at their betrayal of their home. The cowards were leaving for safety on Earth. Some colonists.
She ran a hand through her loose hair, and decided to go to the bathroom to change. It was easy to become suspicious in this colony now that Kieler had been found, she had to change into a disguise quickly before someone noticed her. She locked her stall, the one furthest from the exit, and began to slip on the delicate red wig. It was of a natural, reddish color, and would be easy to take off, even if it wasn't to put on. She then changed her battle attire for a business suit. The dark blue was outlined in a deep gray, and she put on touches of classy makeup to make herself appear older. She also applied wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, with the help of more makeup. Her disguise was complete. She was now Yulanda Middleton, rich widow, and owner of half the computers in space.
She sighed, then walked out of the lady's bathroom regally. She stopped to ride in the prearranged limousine. The sleek blackness of the long car delighted her like a little kid would be delighted with a bit of candy, or a new toy. She smiled a rich old-lady smile, hoping to fool these people into thinking she had money. It was definitely working with the driver, she knew he was hoping for a big tip. Scenery flashed by quickly as she directed him to a small building. They arrived very soon, and she tipped the driver generously, smiling in anticipation for when the driver would find out only half of what he received was legitimate money.
'At least I tipped the brown-nosing thug,' she thought to herself, walking quickly away towards the alleyway she had grown so accustomed to.
'Why am I even here? Cops are probably swarming all over!' she contradicted herself as she remembered the reason in coming to the colonies. 'My mission stated to come back to base. I know Doctor Kieler said that he would never issue those orders, but I guess this time he needs me. He is getting to be old.'
Little did she know how much that was costing him.
The Doctor Kieler was being detained in a questioning facility owned and operated by the Romafellar Foundation, which controlled most of the European countries of Earth. The Duke Dermail was the head of such an organization, and had been considered a ruthless player in the 'artistic game of war' by General Tubarov, and others. The Duke was questioning the old man with machines as Relena stood outside the alleyway.
"How did you build the Gundam?" the elegantly attired old man asked to a shabbily dressed man sitting in a chair strapped with head wires and beeping electronics. The man being questioned dropped his head to his chest, his eyes burning at the two-way mirror before dropping to the ground.
"I didn't build anything associated with Gundam. I don't know what you're talking about," he said defiantly, yet flatly. The duke ignored his answer and proceeded to another question.
"Who is the pilot of the machine?" he asked with a sneer. This was the real reason Dermail had come for a look at his prisoner. The man tied up, obviously a hurt and hungry Doctor Kieler looked the sneering old duke full in the face, then spit on his exquisitely shod boots. The duke stepped back with a snarl of contempt, but looked at the mirror before turning around.
"I will get the information out of you, my good man, even if I have to use medical insurance as to the answers." He said in a chilling voice. He swung open the door, and left quickly, unnerved by the old mans composure.
As soon as Doctor K knew for certain that those little colonial boots had stopped their clacking sound, he faked a faint, lying lax and useless in his chair. He slowed his heart rate and brainwaves before going to work o the complicated lock that held him captive. When he released that, he didn't move a muscle. He waited a few minutes to see if they were coming to retie him, then started on his bonds. They were made of an expensive type of cable, and had been cutting off his circulation all day. He knew that a day had passed since his capture, Relena would know by now. He knew she would try for a rescue, and since he hadn't warned her about the changed mission, it would be his fault if she were captured.
The Doctor opened an eye blearily, and continued his train of thought. He had grown too attached to her and she him. He wasn't her father, and would never be. Kieler knew that, but the deep bond between them had helped more than hindered the two many times before this one. The Doctor suddenly snapped into action, pulling his body out and away from the cameras placed in the room, and the chair he had been placed in. He dashed for the door, and quickly swiped the code in. He had watched his captures all day trying to figure the fool thing out. The white haired man ran past deserted hallways, and skirted crowded stairs, all the while heading for one of the most secluded exits. He pushed the door, running into it at break neck speed, suddenly aware of the blaring sirens around him. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him into the nearby city that loomed on the horizon. When he found an empty garbage dump, he fell into a cold, muddled heap by a deserted trailer home, too weak to even pull himself up the stairs. He didn't even hear his own mumbled groan of pain and fatigue.
He didn't need to.
Somebody else did.
She quickly buckled her seat belt and turned to the window once more, watching the looming appearance of the colony grow closer and closer. Finally, the ship docked within the colony, and the passengers were free to step off board. Relena looked at the many people leaving the colonies. Her eyes flashed at their betrayal of their home. The cowards were leaving for safety on Earth. Some colonists.
She ran a hand through her loose hair, and decided to go to the bathroom to change. It was easy to become suspicious in this colony now that Kieler had been found, she had to change into a disguise quickly before someone noticed her. She locked her stall, the one furthest from the exit, and began to slip on the delicate red wig. It was of a natural, reddish color, and would be easy to take off, even if it wasn't to put on. She then changed her battle attire for a business suit. The dark blue was outlined in a deep gray, and she put on touches of classy makeup to make herself appear older. She also applied wrinkles around her eyes and mouth, with the help of more makeup. Her disguise was complete. She was now Yulanda Middleton, rich widow, and owner of half the computers in space.
She sighed, then walked out of the lady's bathroom regally. She stopped to ride in the prearranged limousine. The sleek blackness of the long car delighted her like a little kid would be delighted with a bit of candy, or a new toy. She smiled a rich old-lady smile, hoping to fool these people into thinking she had money. It was definitely working with the driver, she knew he was hoping for a big tip. Scenery flashed by quickly as she directed him to a small building. They arrived very soon, and she tipped the driver generously, smiling in anticipation for when the driver would find out only half of what he received was legitimate money.
'At least I tipped the brown-nosing thug,' she thought to herself, walking quickly away towards the alleyway she had grown so accustomed to.
'Why am I even here? Cops are probably swarming all over!' she contradicted herself as she remembered the reason in coming to the colonies. 'My mission stated to come back to base. I know Doctor Kieler said that he would never issue those orders, but I guess this time he needs me. He is getting to be old.'
Little did she know how much that was costing him.
The Doctor Kieler was being detained in a questioning facility owned and operated by the Romafellar Foundation, which controlled most of the European countries of Earth. The Duke Dermail was the head of such an organization, and had been considered a ruthless player in the 'artistic game of war' by General Tubarov, and others. The Duke was questioning the old man with machines as Relena stood outside the alleyway.
"How did you build the Gundam?" the elegantly attired old man asked to a shabbily dressed man sitting in a chair strapped with head wires and beeping electronics. The man being questioned dropped his head to his chest, his eyes burning at the two-way mirror before dropping to the ground.
"I didn't build anything associated with Gundam. I don't know what you're talking about," he said defiantly, yet flatly. The duke ignored his answer and proceeded to another question.
"Who is the pilot of the machine?" he asked with a sneer. This was the real reason Dermail had come for a look at his prisoner. The man tied up, obviously a hurt and hungry Doctor Kieler looked the sneering old duke full in the face, then spit on his exquisitely shod boots. The duke stepped back with a snarl of contempt, but looked at the mirror before turning around.
"I will get the information out of you, my good man, even if I have to use medical insurance as to the answers." He said in a chilling voice. He swung open the door, and left quickly, unnerved by the old mans composure.
As soon as Doctor K knew for certain that those little colonial boots had stopped their clacking sound, he faked a faint, lying lax and useless in his chair. He slowed his heart rate and brainwaves before going to work o the complicated lock that held him captive. When he released that, he didn't move a muscle. He waited a few minutes to see if they were coming to retie him, then started on his bonds. They were made of an expensive type of cable, and had been cutting off his circulation all day. He knew that a day had passed since his capture, Relena would know by now. He knew she would try for a rescue, and since he hadn't warned her about the changed mission, it would be his fault if she were captured.
The Doctor opened an eye blearily, and continued his train of thought. He had grown too attached to her and she him. He wasn't her father, and would never be. Kieler knew that, but the deep bond between them had helped more than hindered the two many times before this one. The Doctor suddenly snapped into action, pulling his body out and away from the cameras placed in the room, and the chair he had been placed in. He dashed for the door, and quickly swiped the code in. He had watched his captures all day trying to figure the fool thing out. The white haired man ran past deserted hallways, and skirted crowded stairs, all the while heading for one of the most secluded exits. He pushed the door, running into it at break neck speed, suddenly aware of the blaring sirens around him. He ran as fast as his legs would carry him into the nearby city that loomed on the horizon. When he found an empty garbage dump, he fell into a cold, muddled heap by a deserted trailer home, too weak to even pull himself up the stairs. He didn't even hear his own mumbled groan of pain and fatigue.
He didn't need to.
Somebody else did.