Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Gundam Pilots, weapons, or the Gundams Pilots' kids. I do own Samantha, however.

Chapter Three: M.I.G. (Men In Green)

"Sammy!"

"Ugh!" Sam fell forward. She regained her balanced and stood up. Her attacker's legs around her waist. "You...are going to be...the death of me."

"Oh? How's it possible? You're standing straight up." said the girl on Sam's back. She had black hair in a long braid over her shoulder and hanging over her right eye. Her blue eyes where a brighter shade than Sam's and laughed 24/7/365. Deon Maxwell climbed off her friend's back. "You're indestructible. It's been that way since you could walk."

"Yeah, yeah." Sam mumbled. "Let's get to class." She folded her hands under her head and walked on.

Deon sighed and followed. She was wearing a similar uniform to Sam's but she was in a knee-length skirt. She also knew about her father. Since she was little she knew her father was a Gundam Pilot. Deon secretly knew that Sam's dad was a Gundam Pilot too. She was told to never tell Sam. She totally didn't like that fact. Then out of nowhere the most obvious question popped into her head. "Hey Sam, how come you look like a boy all the time?"

Sam never turned her head or stopped when she answered, "I was raised like this. Dad's been keeping my hair a mirror image of his and he goes bonkers when I suggest I get a shirt meant for a girl."

"Yow. Strict."

"It is, but there's a good thing to all this."

"Yeah, what is that?"

"My fencing class. Kiara and Kevin are always there."

"You mean Kiara and Kevin Winner?" Deon's jaw dropped slightly.

"Yeah. Hey, why don't you come to meet them? Today right after school."

"Me? Meet them?" Deon squealed. "I am so there!"

"Cools!" Sam then remembered the present. "Uh oh. We better motor!"

The two ran to their school and managed to make it in the classroom just before the bell rang. They sat at their seats panting. Deon was at the other side of the room and Sam took her seat by a boy with slightly lighter brown hair and green eyes. He chuckled. "You cut it close this time."

"Shut...up,...would ya...Terraen." Sam puffed out.

"My pleasure." Terraen smirked but kept on chuckling. Sam glared at him. Terraen's parent's never married and he lived with his mom while his was in a traveling circus that came to the colony twice a year. Sam and Deon never bothered him about it though.

Sam mumbled as the teacher called attendance. "Terraen Barton."

"Here." Terraen droned.

Sam pulled out the picture and looked at it. She looked at it long and hard. The teacher droned on. "Tara Langsly."

"Here."

"Deon Maxwell."

"Here." Deon called then returned to her magazine.

"Raven Merrywell."

'Vice Foreign Minister Relena Darlian.' Sam thought. 'The former queen, huh? Missing her beloved princess. That's a cliché.'

"Samantha Yuy."

Sam snapped out of her trance. "Huh? Oh, here." Sam put the picture away.

Terraen looked over at her and whispered. "Hey, you okay?"

"Fine." Sam whispered back. She was thankful she wasn't caught daydreaming. It would look back for a straight "A" student.

The P.A. system kicked on. "The following students need to report to the main office." The secretary said. "Terraen Barton, Deon Maxwell, and Samantha Yuy."

"And school just started too." Terraen said.

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The trio walked down the hall in silence. Deon sweated like no tomorrow. If her parents found out about her harmless pranks they would ground her for the year. Terraen wondered if his dad was here to take him to another colony. Sam was curious to know if she'd been framed.

At the office were six men in green uniforms. Sam took a step back. She remembered what her dad had said about guys like them. If you ever come across men in military uniforms, I want you to run. They can't be trusted.

Sam was really sorry she hadn't listened to why. She just knew that her dad had been right all along. Just like he always was.

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A/N: Hope you liked it! As usual suggestions and flamers are welcomed.