Night Wing
By
Jeslyn Nighthawk and Besa-sama
Disclaimer: We own neither Night World nor Gundam Wing. We are just borrowing them for our amusement
Chapter 4
"'WHAT, MINDY?!' " Talia shouted at her partner. "Not only did you embarrass me to death – you discredited us to every person in that room! Thierry was already unsatisfied with the results of our research so far; now he will be waiting for us to fail at this as an excuse to sack us!" Talia took several deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself.
"Sack me anyway," Huliana mumbled, "He still has a use for you – what with those visions and all."
"We need the money for our research, and the cooperation of the vampires," Talia sighed, "We need Thierry for both of those things. Oh well," Talia sighed again and ran a nervous hand through her hair. "At least you have some experience in forensics. Where do we start?"
"The obvious: we look for fingerprints, saliva samples on the envelope. When we get the letter, I make a few calls and get a profile if I can, and we look for the same sort of physical evidence as on the envelope – hopefully matching fingerprints. Though I doubt we'll be that lucky." Obviously Huliana felt she was on familiar and therefore safer ground in this arena.
In the long run, politics were really more Talia's thing. It was what made them such good friends and partners: although both were brilliant scientists, Huliana took the lead in the lab, and Talia dealt with the people. It just worked better that way. The incident in Thierry's, library this morning proved why that particular dynamic was necessary. Huliana was a geek and therefore destined to be dense.
Talia sighed one more time, looked around the comforting sterility of their lab, and said, "Well then, I guess we should get to work."
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Rashel looked at the rather harassed looking vampire in front of her and did her best to ignore the impulse to curl up on the floor and cry, scream or otherwise pull her hair out in extreme frustration. This was the third guard Relena had managed to chase off this week, and she was sitting there in the corner laughing!
Rashel was going to kill her. Forget mysterious threats or terrorists. Rashel was going to strangle that… that…that brat! herself, with her own two very competent hands.
"I cannot work with her!" He was yelling at her, "She purposely endangered her own life and has made mine a living hell since I got here. I quit. Find someone with nerves of steel, or a much better sense of humor than mine 'cause otherwise you will have one dead princess on your hands." He gave Rashel one last baleful look with bloodshot eyes and stormed out the front door of the Mansion.
Rashel turned the full effect of her formidable death glare on said princess, and waited for her to wither like any sensible halfling would. "Are you happy?" Rashel asked, obviously ignoring Relena's snickers, "Do you want to get yourself killed? Is that what you are after? As a halfling you make a great target for fanatics you know. And if you keep chasing off your guards they will have plenty of opportunities to get rid of you. I personally don't care if you have a death wish- But I'll be damned if you will get the chance to act out any twisted fantasies of martyrdom on my watch!" At least Relena seemed to be paying attention now. Her eyes were slightly wider too. Maybe I scared her? Rashel contemplated this a moment while continuing to loom. Good. Maybe she'll stop risking her life for stupid reasons. "I will have new guards hired and assigned to you by tomorrow morning. If you scare these off, I will walk. I don't care what your father threatens to do to me; I refuse to have any part in protecting a spoiled little brat who refuses to listen to sense just because she happens to be half-vampire and therefore slightly harder to kill than most. Do I make myself clear?" This last was little more than a growl.
Relena nodded, smart enough to look ashamed, worrying her lower lip with her teeth.
"Good. I'll see you in the morning then." And Rashel walked away before she was forced to make good on her private threat to kill the spoiled daughter of her good friend and boss.
TBC
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A/N: Once again we apologize for the wait, and any confusing elements. If you have any questions feel free to leave them in a review. Jeslyn would also like to point out that if the readers of this fic should withhold reviews, she will be forced to make sure the chapters are withheld as well.