AN: Chapter 15: I do not own Gundam Wing or any of the characters.

Preventers Space Port…

"Phew, that was a close one. I didn't think Relena would know how to answer that question," exclaimed Duo as he let out a sigh of relief.

Everyone had had their eyes fixated on the television during the press conference. When the question about the Gundam Pilots came up, they all had held their breath, especially Duo and Wufei, though the Chinese pilot chose not to admit it.  Producing hatred for the pilots was the last thing that they all needed. They had already had enough of it during the war. But Relena had brilliantly managed to help maintain their image once again. She had always defended them when others lashed out.

"She really saved you guys this time. Suppose they had asked about the Gundams being rebuilt or something like that?  We would have been in an awful mess," exclaimed Hilde.

"You're telling me babe! I was about to have a heart attack. I even saw the Wu-man there tense up a bit!"

"Injustice Maxwell! I did no such thing! I knew she had the situation under control! What made you think the press wouldn't ask a question like that? Mmmmph!" said the pilot as he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Would you two cut it out!" cried Sally. "Commander wishes for us to report to the interrogation room immediately. We are about to begin questioning on Representative Clemens."

Wufei shot daggers over to Duo who simply smiled and pulled Hilde with him out of the room. They followed Sally down the long winding corridor.

Representative Clemens sat in the middle of the interrogation room. The bright light above his head was beginning to make him perspire slightly. Yet he did not fear what was about to come. All would reveal itself in due time. If the Preventers wanted to waste their time with him then so be it. It was their decision and their mistake. He knew, just as well as they, that more people would die and that war would eventually come. There was no stopping it now. They would need a miracle to stop it. They were no closer to solving the conspiracy than they had been to begin with.

Noin began to speak,

"Sir, we at the Preventers believe that for some time you have been withholding certain information that pertains to the recent terrorist attacks on Earth. If you do hold such information you are encouraged to bring it forth at once so that…"

"I know what you are thinking," interrupted the older man. "And all that I can say is that it will not work. You accuse me of being behind all this, I know.  I am a politician, I will recognize every mind game and trick you try to play with me so why don't you just ask me your questions straight out?"

Startled, Noin took a step back from the disgruntled man. This was ridiculous. She looked to Lady Une, who nodded for Noin to continue.

"Do you, or do you not, own several warehouses on the colonies of L1, L2, and L3?"

"Yes, I do."

"And for what purpose are these warehouses used for?"

"What did you think other than storage? It used to be the business I was in before politics. The warehouses belonged to my father, who built them, then slowly began to expand his business once the colonies became more industrialized."

"Sir, there is a particular warehouse on Colony L1, that has come into our minds. Below this warehouse, we discovered a secret enemy base; the same enemy that we believe is attacking the colonies. The base is manufacturing hundreds of mobile suits and distributing them to terrorists groups so that they may attack the earth. Do you have any comments on this, sir?"

"I have no such relations with terrorists, if that is what you are getting at."

"Then why is the base in the basement of your warehouse?"

"Exactly, which one are you speaking of?"

"A warehouse on L1. It was the largest on that you owned. The first one that was built in your father's business."

"That's preposterous! I do not even own that anymore!"

"What?" asked Lady Une in shock.

"I repeat: I do not even own that warehouse anymore. I sold it, about two years ago, to a man who wished to start his own business."

"Do you remember the name of this man?" asked Noin.

"No, not particularly, but I do have the rights and plans back at my estate. I can have them sent over here should you allow it."

"We will send for it right away," said Lady Une as she nodded to one of the guards stationed by the door.

Representative Clemens smirked to himself. He found the whole thing quite amusing. They thought that they had caught the conspirator, but their problems were only just beginning.

"What do you find so amusing?" asked Wufei sternly as he watched the captive man.

Clemens looked up into the eyes of the Shenlong pilot. He then looked at his comrade with the long braid standing next to him.

"So it's true. The Gundam pilots are involved in this."

Wufei and Duo started forward, shocked at the man's outburst. Sally and Hilde held them steady, however, trying to prevent the two pilots from killing the prisoner.

"How do you know?" shouted Duo. "You know who we are, now tell us how you know!"

"I have known, for some time that you pilots would find yourselves in the midst of another war. Do not think I know nothing of warfare. And do not doubt that I am not the only one to know of your friendly relationship with the Vice Foreign Minister. She has many allies. You are merely her closest. She relies heavily on you five. The other three must not be present here. They are probably with her as we speak, protecting her in some way."

"Injustice!" cried Wufei angrily. The Chinese man broke free of Sally's grip and lunged forward. Duo grabbed onto his fellow pilot along with Sally and Hilde as they tried to pull of the enraged pilot. Wufei, however, knocked them away and held a knife to the throat of the ESUN member.

"You know who we are, so now we shall have to kill you."

"Don't be crazy!" cried Duo.

Clemens breathed heavily as he felt the cold blade against his throat. He would have to choose his words carefully in order to survive.

"I know of you, not your true identities. I do not know your names, or where you came from, or you true purpose of being a part of the Preventers! I do not know how well you are linked to Ms. Darlian, but I can assure you this: Should you take my life today, all hell will break lose, and the life of the Vice Foreign Minister, as well as your own, will all be forfeit!"

"Put the knife away, or I will be forced to shoot you," said a stern voice from behind Wufei.

The pilot turned around to face Duo Maxwell, a gun stretched out in his hand, aiming for the fellow pilot. A determined look was in his violet eyes and Wufei decided that it was better not to mess with the God of Death that day. He placed his knife back into its hilt and took a step back from Clemens, who was breathing heavily and perspiring.

Duo placed his gun into the holster and eyed Wufei sternly. Lady Une stepped forward and began to speak to the captive man,

"By not telling us this information, sir, I can file charges against you. It is vital information that we need to prevent a war. You are in enough trouble; do not make it any worse for yourself. Take him away into a holding cell," said the head of the Preventers.

She slowly began to make her way out of the room; she stopped as she approached Duo and Wufei,

"If ever an outburst, such as that, ever disrupts again, I will see to it that both of you are escorted from the premises. I don't care if you are Gundam Pilots are not, you need to abide by the rules."

Duo looked and Wufei who simply nodded his head. Duo spoke, his tone deep and stern,

"There's a funny thing about that Commander, rules have never been an issue for us, and we never follow them. Our job is the mission and nothing else."

The two pilots turned and left the room, leaving their superior silent.

The sky was red, crimson, tainted with the blood of the dead. The past was haunting him once more. Fog surrounded him. It embodied his lone figure and he held his weapon to his hand tightly, ready to kill anyone who came near him. He felt a breeze sweep by him. A voice was calling out his name, taunting him. He turned to face the voice, but no one was there. Again he heard it. And again he spun around to meet no one. The sky turned darker, the red deepening to the point where it was almost black.

"The clouds are stained with the blood of those you have killed," said the voice. Heero spun to face his foe but again saw nothing.

"Who are you?" he cried.

"I am who you are."

Heero felt something touch his shoulder. He spun around and blindly fired his gun at the figure. It dropped to the ground lifelessly.

He knelt beside the body and turned it so that he could see his assailant. Relena's angelic face stared back into his eyes, fear and uncertainty written into her sapphire eyes.

"No!" cried the young man as he sat up in bed. Heero grabbed his head in his hands. He could take this no longer. What did the dream mean? Never in his life would he harm her. She meant something to him. What it was, he could not yet quite place, yet he knew for certain that end of her life would somehow bring about his downfall, and the downfall of others.

Heero stood up and paced his room. His mission was to protect her, something that was becoming increasingly difficult by the minute. He needed something to take his mind off of things. He sat down at his laptop and opened the program that Wufei had sent to him. It was the layout of the large space base that the enemy had constructed. Heero stared at the screen impressed at the vastness of the station. It was almost as large as the Earth's moon; there was no doubt about that. How it was constructed was another matter. He began looking through the various amounts of information. He found the layout for the entire station. It was complete with at least six large bays full of mobile suits. Heero sighed. Whoever had built the place had more money than God.

The question now was what the base was really capable of doing. Why build such an immense structure for the purpose of holding mobile suits alone? To a trained assassin like Heero, it just didn't make sense. He began to scan the screen, information flying by his eyes by the minute, until something strange caught his attention. Heero stopped scanning and peered at the screen of his laptop. The picture of a large weapon, almost like a cannon was present. A laser of some sort Heero guessed, although it was unlike anything he had ever seen. Quickly, he punched on the keys of the computer, accessing more detail on the weapon. His eyes grew wide. Before his eyes, was a weapon strong enough to destroy an entire colony with one shot! And that was exactly what it was intended for.

Heero heard a sound from behind him. He was not alone anymore. He dared not move a muscle. He continued to type on his computer pretending not to notice. A slight breeze from the right of him told him that his intruder had come in through the window.  It was a trained assassin no doubt, no one else would have been able to open it and get this far unnoticed. A slight warmth coming form his left told Heero that his unfriendly opponent was about to strike. He heard another sound.

Heero ducked his head as a sharp blade swung past him. He fell out of his chair and stood to face his assailant. It was a large man no doubt, clad entirely in black, his face covered by a mask. A large sword hung at his side. Heero stood naturally; ready to defend himself, his training kicking in high gear. The Perfect Soldier prepared himself for battle. Yet instead of attacking Heero, the man spoke,

"The great Heero Yuy, Gundam Pilot 01. I should have known that you would be protecting her."

"You have no business here," stated Heero coldly, his Prussian eyes flashing dangerously.

"I've come for the girl, Yuy. Don't think you can stop me. I know all about you. All about your training and who you really are. You don't seem so surprised, though, I must say."

"If you made it you business to find out my identity, then that business is your own. I care not whether you know me, because when this conversation is over, you will be dead, and the information you carry will not leave this room."

"Clever boy. I like your spirit. But, Ms. Darlian has some business with me that must be taken care of. Yet in order to get to her, I must kill you, because as I do recall, you have made it your duty to protect her and I know nothing gets past the Perfect Soldier."

Heero's eyes flashed with anger at those words. He would not let them take Relena away. He would die first; his mission was to protect her.

Heero's opponent began to circle him; the blade of the sword was sparkling in the moonlight. Suddenly, the dark man lunged at Heero. Heero ducked aside and grabbed a vase, the first thing that he could get to defend himself. For several moments Heero let his opponent attack him, while he used the vase to block the blows of the sword. Heero studied the man's every move. There was no doubt that he had been trained well. One of the best assassins, next to himself, that Heero had ever seen.

Hero stumbled as the vase broke under the weight of a heavy blow. He threw the remaining pieces at his assailant.

"I thought the great Heero Yuy was the Perfect Soldier. Stand up and fight me like a man!"

"Hn," was all that Heero could say, while he circled the dark man. He would not give in to tantalizing remarks. They did not bother him and besides, it would only show emotion, and emotion could mean his downfall.

Then he made his move, Heero flew into the air, and landed a hard kick on his opponent, knocking the sword out of his hand. He continued his onslaught of kicks and punches, whilst the dark man fired back at an equal amount of ferocity and force...

Relena could not sleep.  For hours she had laid awake listening to the sounds of the night. She tried to look over some documents and paperwork, but it only caused her stress level to rise, as if it could get any higher. Glancing about her hotel room, she realized once more how alone she was.

Relena stood and walked over to the window. She stared up at the moon. It looked so calm and peaceful. She longed to be closer to it. So she walked out onto the small balcony that joined her room. She and the others had been placed on the top floor of the hotel for privacy and security matters. The moon seemed so much closer out here.

For a second Relena looked away and at the ground far below. Her loneliness engulfed her and her mind was filled with dark thoughts. She leaned forward so that she would be even closer. It was inviting, the thought of death. The thought of ending it all so that she would not be so lonely anymore. All her troubles would melt away, and she would leave behind this world of corruption. No more stress, no more loneliness, no more Vice Foreign Minister, just: nothing. She leaned even further over the railing. Her eyes grew blank; her face was one of strange wonder. Would they even notice if she left? Would they really care? Or could they finish the job themselves. Would he care if she was gone? Yes he would, she thought to herself. They all would.

Snapping back from her thoughts Relena caught herself and gasped. She fell to the balcony floor, gripping her head in her hands and sobbing. She felt weak, she felt alone. Yet, something inside told her that she wasn't alone and that she would be ok. Hope, however, had long escaped her. If only they could see the real Relena Darlian. Weak and befuddled, confused and abandoned. What would the Peacecrafts think of her? Of her weakness and insecurity? The thought was more than she could bear, and more crystal tears slid down her pale cheeks.

Relena mentally slapped herself. She stood up and straightened herself up. She had to keep telling herself to be strong, it as the only way. Before she went back inside, however, she gazed up, longingly, at the moon once more. Forcing herself to tear her glance away, Relena walked back inside. But not, before catching a glimpse of a dark figure that had just crawled into Heero's room adjacent to hers.

AN: What did you think? I don't mean to make Relena be suicidal, but I do believe that in matters such as these the thought would pass through her head. More action to come and the story will be coming to an end soon, so stay tuned! Also, I am sorry for not submitting in a while but several personal matters kept me from writing. But as I stated earlier, this fic will be completed. So keep giving me your comments, I really like to hear from you and I promise to always write you back! Email: WildRose1404earthlink.net