Twist of Fate
Chapter 4
By: IceQueen


AN: I'm so sad... ;_; I only got 2 reviews for my last chapter. I feel very not loved right now. And I worked so hard on that chapter, slaving and struggling through my writer's block. It took me weeks to write that little measly chapter. ........ Oh well! I'll just have to make this one extra good! ^_^ ((Can you say 'mood swing?'))

Disclaimer: I don't own GW or SM. So there! Nyah!
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"OH SHIT!!!!" Makoto curses as she runs around, trying to find some clean clothes. "What? What's wrong?" Daea cries as she rushes out of the bathroom, with her toothbrush in her mouth and foam spurting everywhere. "We're gonna be late!!" Mako yells back, pulling a red shirt over her head, while looking around for some pants.

Hotaru walks out of the kitchen, calmly eating a piece of toast, looking at her friends scrambling around. She had actually remembered that they had a meeting with Isis today, and was fully dressed and ready.
"Damn!" Daea cursed as she remembered too. Only it sounded more like, 'dnham.' She ran back into the bathroom finished brushing her teeth, then skeedadled to her own room to find some clothes.

Meanwhile, Makoto had finally found a pair of jeans, and was pulling on socks and shoes, while hopping around, trying to find her hairbrush.

Hotaru however, walked into her room, got the disk and the papers that they had collected from Winner Corps., and waited by the apartment door with the keys for her roommates.

Daea ran out of her and Mako's room, wearing a denim skirt, a yellow flowered halter, and strappy heels. She looked quite elegant for some who just gotten dressed in sixty seconds.

Makoto came half a minute later wearing a red tee, blue jeans, and tennis shoes.

Hotaru held up the keys, noting what Mako's eyes were searching for.

"Oh, good. You have them. Well then, let's go." Makoto said, smiling with relief.

The girls headed out the door and down to the parking lot, locking the door behind them.
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She saw them before they saw her. The girls, (her girls, as she liked to think of them,) were looking around frantically, and chatting about who's fault something was. Finally Hotaru spotted her. She came over, the others following, and shook hands with her.

"Isis," Daea said, and sat down across from her. Isis now noticed that Makoto was carrying a briefcase with her. The same exact briefcase she had. It was standard issue among them.

She already knew how this meeting would go. They would sit down, eat brunch, have polite chit-chat, then make the exchange before they left. This time though, she needed to speak with Daea.

"Girls," she said, "How is everything?"

"Oh fine, fine." Makoto told her, setting the briefcase down next to hers, and taking a seat.

"That's good."

"Ladies, may I take your order?" A waiter with an awful french accent asked.

"Yes," Isis said, "I'd like a turkey on rye sandwich and a cup of hot green tea."
The waiter scribbled down some weird abbreviation on his pad, and turned to Hotaru, who was seated to Isis' left.

"French toast, and orange juice," Hotaru said without hesitation.

He then asked Daea what she'd like.

"Hm......... I think... no wait... yeah... um, I'd like a garden salad with ranch dressing, and a cinnamon roll, with a glass of milk."

It was now Mako's turn.

"I'd like a ham and cheese omelette with coffee."

The waiter nodded and left.

The women continued to talk about mundane things throughout the rest of the meal. Finally, it came time to end their rendezvous.

"Thank you for joining me today, girls. Have fun," Isis said with a smile, standing up to shake hands with each of them. "We will," Hotaru replied with a dangerous smile. Makoto picked up Isis' briefcase, and left their own where it was.

Hotaru, Makoto, and Daea all turned to leave. "Wait, Daea. I need to talk to you." She turned back around while Makoto and Hotaru said they'd wait in the car.

"What is it, Setsuna?" She asked, using Isis' real name.

"Have they been regaining their memories yet?"

"Yes, progress is showing. How much time do we have?" Daea asked, her brow creasing with worry.

"Not much. A few months at the most."

"Okay. I'm sure they'll regain them in time." Daea reassures the older woman.

"I hope so. Now go on. Otherwise they'll get suspicious." Setsuna orders, shooing her off.

She smiles, and grabs the briefcase still sitting on the ground. Inside it's filled with everything they stole, and reports on what happened. The briefcase she had given them was full of the receipts of transactions she had made to their accounts, and orders for a new mission. Several actually. She knew they'd do fine.
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"I want Demicion. NOW." Strife said, pacing back and forth across a dark room.
"I know sister. But we must wait first. It will take time to get our forces in place. All we need is a bit more time," Chaos informs her, urging her to be patient.

"Yes, and soon, soon we will have that world at our disposal too!" Strife called out joyously. Soon after that statement evil, maniacal laughter filled the air.

Chaos sweatdropped at his sister's over-dramatic nature. Good thing he wasn't that way.
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"Any luck?" Heero asked Sally Po, the head of the scientific branch of the Preventers.

"Not yet. No prints, no tracks, nothing. All we have are their pictures, and we've already run them through the database... twice. Nothing came up. The national results are still coming through. I'll call you if we get anything." Sally told him, shaking her head.

"Affirmative." Heero said before leaving the room.
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Hotaru studied her assignment. Then locked eyes with Makoto, who was clearly unhappy with hers. She then looked over at Daea. The newbie. The one who had managed to earn their trust in less than a week. She was smiling. Obviously, she got the good assignment.

"Alright, what've you guys got?" Hotaru asked, giving in to temptation.

"Well, I get to go to Preventer HQ, and attempt to steal some files. Key word: attempt. That is, if I don't get caught and killed on sight." Makoto said, accompanied by some grumbling afterwards.

"What about you Daea?"

"Oh, um- I get to go to this temple and steal some documents that have magickal incantations written on them. Best thing is, it's dedicated to the Phoenix. I mean, that's what the clan that owns it refers to themselves as," Daea explains, a big smile plastered on her face.

"What about you?" Makoto asks.

Hotaru rolled her eyes. "I'm supposed to go to Kyoto, Japan, where I'll meet some contact. He's supposed to give me information on where I can find some ancient artifact."

"Hey, there's still one more in here." Daea pointed out.

"Yeah, that's the group mission. Makoto read it out loud." Hotaru orders, leaning back in her armchair.

Makoto plucks out the page, read it to herself then read it out loud. "'Ladies~ You are to go to the Quater-Annual Peace Conference being held in the capital at Relena Darlain's mansion. You are to assassinate Fredirico Jemal Herrara, the ambassador for Brazil. ~Isis' And then there's a photo of the guy attached. Apparently he's a way crooked politician."

"Alright then. We'll get started on preparations tomorrow. Until then, goodnight." Hotaru got up and walked away.

"Yeah, we'd better get to be too. Long week ahead of us," Daea said, walking back to her own room.

"Definitely," Makoto agreed, following her.
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AN: Okay. That's it for now. Wow, this was much longer than the last chapter. Hope you liked it. You better review it too! Review review review! More reviews= faster posting. ^_^ Until then, Ja!