"Target sighted," A young woman said into the communicator at her shirt collar.

"You sure you don't want help?" A male voice replied.

"I'm sure. I'll contact you later with news."

"Jerome is outside the theater if you need help."

"Which I don't. Over and out." The male started to protest but the girl turned off the communicator.

Her target was the old Gundam pilot, Heero Yuy and his wife Relena Peacecraft, the vice foreign minister. She planned to ask Heero for his help.

She waited until they had chosen their seats and then walked over and sat next to Heero. He glanced at her once and she smiled at him.

"Do I know you?" He ventured quietly.

"No, but I know you and I need your help."

"What could you say that would make me want to help you."

"The word 'Gundam' I think is sufficient." Heero stiffened at the word. He turned away from her. She smiled and turned back to watch the trailers and advertisements. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a suspicious man standing in the right corner with a cell phone. She fixed her ears on the man and his phone. She could barely make out what was being said.

"Can you see the targets?" A voice said on the phone.

"Yea, I see Heero Yuy, Relena Peacecraft, and even the girl."

"Before they get a chance to talk capture one of them."

"They've already exchanged a few words."

"WHAT?! Capture one of them! Now! We cannot allow the pilots to interfere!"

"Roger that." The man hung up and stuck the cell phone in his coat pocket. Out of the opposite coat pocket he withdrew a gun. When he cocked it a few people started screaming. Heero looked over at the man and stiffened again at the sight of the gun.

"Heero, Relena, get up slowly and get out of here." The girl whispered.

"What's going on?" Relena asked.

"I'd planned on asking Heero for help tonight but it seems my enemy found us. If you value your life, go, quickly!" Heero and Relena got up at that was when the man sighted them.

"HEY! STOP OR I'LL SHOOT!"

"RUN!!!!!" The girl cried. People started screaming and dived to get out of the way of the firearm. The girl shoved Heero and Relena down the walkway. The man fired at them many times but because of the darkness he missed. The girl pulled a gun out of her pants and returned fire. She hit the man in the shoulder and he fell down. The three fugitives ran out of the dark theater into the light and started running toward the exit.

Before they could reach the exit people appeared behind and in front of them.

"In here!" a brown-haired man shouted, diving into the girls bathroom. The girl pushed Heero and he in turn pushed Relena. The mysterious woman went in last, shooting at the men to distract them.

As soon as the girl got in she turned her gun toward her and pushed a button that made the gun turn into a blowtorch. It welded the door to the frame together.

"There" she said, "that should hold them off for a few minutes.

"What is going on?" Relena asked again.

"We'll have to explain later," the man said. "By the way I'm Jerome."

"What are we going to do Jerome? We can't go out the same way we came in."

"Don't worry, Trio. You still got those explosives?"

"Of course. I never leave the house without them."

"Good. Set a few off and blast through the wall. A van is waiting outside for us."

Trio sighed. " I guess that's what I get for trying to save myself."

"We're always behind you, always."

"Yea, yea." Trio pulled out some bombs that looked like kiddy blocks that you could stick together. There were four.

Heero's eyes went wide. "Trio, or whoever you are, if you use that many bombs it'll kill all of us."

Trio glared at the ex-pilot. "I know that. I've studied explosives longer than you have." Trio snapped off two of the explosives and stuck them back in her pocket. She walked over to the wall and stuck on the bomb. She pushed the "3" button for three seconds and turned around.

"Get in the back corner." She commanded the pilot and minister. She turned around and yelled, "get ready!" She pushed the red button and ran. It seemed like the second she reached the back corner where Heero huddled defensively over Relena that the wall exploded and Trio was flung onto Jerome, who managed to catch her before she hit her head on the wall.

"You okay?" Jerome asked, pushing Trio up.

"Yea," Trio replied, pushing herself up onto her feet. "Let's go." She ran to the hole without looking back. Once she crawled out the hole, however, she turned around to help the other three escape the theater bathroom.

Jerome reached into his pocket and pulled out a walkie-talkie. "We're out, south side." A van came veering around the corner of the theater and stopped in front of the group.

"Get in!" A voice yelled from inside as the door opened. The four managed to climb inside just as a hail of gunfire cut down.

Heero was helping Relena get seated when he heard a cry from behind him. He turned around to see Trio holding her stomach while blood poured from the wound. Trio collapsed inside the door and Jerome pulled her in and slammed the door shut. He pulled her onto the back seat and began ministering to her wounds.

"You're lucky Heero."

"Why?" He asked.

"If Trio had not have been standing there that last bullet would have hit Relena right in the heart." Heero's normal glared paled as he turned away from Jerome who was tenderly pushing on Trio to get the blood to stop.

"Is she okay?" The driver asked.

"She'll been fine as soon as I can get the wound closed."

"We should be at the mansion in an hour."

"She can survive that long. I hope." Jerome whispered.