Part 3
He stared at the papers gently, and put them down on the rustic table which had been run down from good use, but unless you took careful inspection was in seamlessly perfect condition given its age. He couldn't help but laugh. The woman he was after, she was a fine lady. There was only one thing that bugged him about her, the fact that she seemed to pop out of nowhere, well that and the fact that he was almost positive it was one of his remaining students from his teaching days with OZ. It just didn't seem quite right. A job was a job however, and he'd get the job done. The meeting with Mr. Wilson had gone well, and receiving this file, well that was an oddity; he could assure you of that. Normally people just told him who and where, and left him to do the rest. His employer this time however had run up a sheet on his prey for him. However, if the information was false, it would cost him dearly. Better no information than false information. VMM was now after the designated target, he was the hunter, the predator, and her, well she was the prey. Survival of the fittest, a philosophy he whole heartedly agreed on, yet couldn't figure out how he still hadn't been removed from the crowd yet, surely there must have someone more fit around somewhere, but on that note much more deserved to be gone do to their weaknesses than he.
Oh well, all was dandy. Straightening he pulled the collar of his trench coat up, and put his black woolen cap on. Black, a color, a symbol for depressing, neither personification was or is true. Black is not a color, it is the absence of it, and it does not mean to be depressing, it simply is and does not dictate the wearer's emotions for them. With a quiet strength he opened his door and walked out, shutting it lightly behind him, and headed down the cement steps to the equally gray sidewalk. A colony of steel and cement, the two bases for life in the colonies. Without either life would cease to exist in an orderly manner, in fact, it would cease to exist at all. He shoved his right hand in the corresponding coat pocket. The left one Living Death chose to leave loose to hang by his side. His right hand had sustained serious damage several years back, it had been sliced all the way down to the bone from the tip of his thumb to almost his wrist. The sight of it scared people, therefore he kept it hidden. There was no desire in his eyes to see fear in the eyes of children unlike there was in those for whom he worked. Some things never seemed to change.
He'd take a quick walk round to this Giuseppi's and check the place out; maybe even get some work done on his wheels if time allowed it before another business transaction was finalized. He shrugged slightly at the thought and began to hum, a haunting melodious tune that not many could forget after it was heard.
Trowa stood up silently from his desk in the corner of Catherine's trailer, and with his normally passive features remaining that way walked out without a notice to anyway. He left the circus and found the nearest pay phone, this trouble wasn't something that required him to help out if Preventers played their cards right. He dialed Une's number and waited patiently while the phone rang. "VMM, aka Living Death is active again." Anticipating any questions she would have had he continued to talk. "I don't have confirmation on the target yet, I'm still waiting for it. As of now I can guarantee that he is on L2 however, most likely the location of the target, unfortunately I wasn't able to procure anymore information."
"Nice work," Une said standing softly. "I'll arrange a meeting later on today with our top people, maybe Wind, give him a distraction. Thank-you."
Trowa nodded complacently at the telephone with understanding, turned and returned home, they'd call if they needed him.
Giuseppi raised her head at the sound of the bell's ring to see a man wearing a trench coat walk in, his facial features hidden by the collars of his coat and the shadows provided by his equally black cap.
"Can I help you?" She asked flatly.
"No, just looking. I received a recommendation from an acquaintance of mine. Figured I'd check the place out."
Noin grunted in reply, and turned back to work, keeping an eye on the unusual costumer, noticing that his eye seemed to stray back to her occasionally. Something was very odd about the costumer that had just walked in but she couldn't quite place it. He seemed too stealthy, to self aware, too circumspect, and too familiar. Most people didn't act the way he was unless they were trained to be, and the recognition, somehow it didn't strike her as a good thing, and it was like a day no one ever wanted to remember.
"You have a split face on your shoulder; may I inquire as to why?" VMM asked, turning round to face her, while lifting an appraising hand to some nicely done jackets hanging by the door.
"A bad past."
"Hmmmm." He noted that in his mind, if this was his pupil something had definitely changed her, for the better or for the worse. He appeared to look carelessly around the room once more before exiting the store. The woman was odd. She looked like a man, acted like a man, and carried a somewhat military demeanor, as though she had a lot of experience in battles, and she had kept an eye on him. It meant she didn't trust him, or she recognized him. No matter really. It could all be resolved later, although he knew now his employer had left some gaps in his preys profile, the man would have been better off had he not given him a profile. Things did not please him with this information, and he readily wished he could confirm it as Lucrezia or not.
Noin looked around the shop after the man had left, stood up, and paced slightly before hanging the closed sign out on the door, it was still early, but the man had put her on edge, and it had been a good year or more now since anything had succeeded in doing that. Better to be cautious than foolish and lose everything. Locking the front door she moved towards the back, and yet again back farther until she was with her mobile suit designs, her babies, and of course, her one model. It was a pity she hadn't really finished the others yet, but there was this inkling in the back of her mind that she'd get the time, and probably a crew to help her with it. Things were still quite unsteady, and terrorists, well those were always about. She kept her jitters down as her mind raced, something was up, and she only hoped her astuteness would pay off before something went down.
The Lightning Count rapped his fingers impatiently on the wooden table, not often did he get so impatient, but today his nerves were wearing thin, and still he had not received his call. A call he had been waiting several hours for. At last the phone began to ring, and he picked it up carefully making sure he didn't accidentally bust it from pent up frustration. "Hello."
"Hello to you too wind," Une stated.
Zechs sighed slightly, this had not been the call he was expecting. "What can I do for you?"
"VMM is back in town, I wanted to know if you'd like to join the team on this one."
He stared flatly at the wall for a moment, his anger skyrocketing momentarily before he controlled himself. "Of course."
"All right than, 22 hundred, Berlin, my office. I'll see you there. Bye."
The line disconnected and Zechs sat there staring at the phone for a moment. VMM had previously attempted to assassinate his sister, he hadn't succeeded but the event still had the young man riled. Giving up on the phone call he stood up and grabbed his coat off the back of his chair. He was off for Brussels. For safety reasons Une's position kept her moving all over Earth and the colonies, this week or perhaps month Brussels was where she was at, at least that way his trip would be shorter.
A/N: I think this is still lacking quite a bit, but I'm not quite sure what to do about it, suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Also thank-you for the reviews. And Chibi Tsuki and Chibi Noin you should have those two chapters by the time you find out this is posted, if you don't, there was a glitch with my email again, so let me know.
He stared at the papers gently, and put them down on the rustic table which had been run down from good use, but unless you took careful inspection was in seamlessly perfect condition given its age. He couldn't help but laugh. The woman he was after, she was a fine lady. There was only one thing that bugged him about her, the fact that she seemed to pop out of nowhere, well that and the fact that he was almost positive it was one of his remaining students from his teaching days with OZ. It just didn't seem quite right. A job was a job however, and he'd get the job done. The meeting with Mr. Wilson had gone well, and receiving this file, well that was an oddity; he could assure you of that. Normally people just told him who and where, and left him to do the rest. His employer this time however had run up a sheet on his prey for him. However, if the information was false, it would cost him dearly. Better no information than false information. VMM was now after the designated target, he was the hunter, the predator, and her, well she was the prey. Survival of the fittest, a philosophy he whole heartedly agreed on, yet couldn't figure out how he still hadn't been removed from the crowd yet, surely there must have someone more fit around somewhere, but on that note much more deserved to be gone do to their weaknesses than he.
Oh well, all was dandy. Straightening he pulled the collar of his trench coat up, and put his black woolen cap on. Black, a color, a symbol for depressing, neither personification was or is true. Black is not a color, it is the absence of it, and it does not mean to be depressing, it simply is and does not dictate the wearer's emotions for them. With a quiet strength he opened his door and walked out, shutting it lightly behind him, and headed down the cement steps to the equally gray sidewalk. A colony of steel and cement, the two bases for life in the colonies. Without either life would cease to exist in an orderly manner, in fact, it would cease to exist at all. He shoved his right hand in the corresponding coat pocket. The left one Living Death chose to leave loose to hang by his side. His right hand had sustained serious damage several years back, it had been sliced all the way down to the bone from the tip of his thumb to almost his wrist. The sight of it scared people, therefore he kept it hidden. There was no desire in his eyes to see fear in the eyes of children unlike there was in those for whom he worked. Some things never seemed to change.
He'd take a quick walk round to this Giuseppi's and check the place out; maybe even get some work done on his wheels if time allowed it before another business transaction was finalized. He shrugged slightly at the thought and began to hum, a haunting melodious tune that not many could forget after it was heard.
Trowa stood up silently from his desk in the corner of Catherine's trailer, and with his normally passive features remaining that way walked out without a notice to anyway. He left the circus and found the nearest pay phone, this trouble wasn't something that required him to help out if Preventers played their cards right. He dialed Une's number and waited patiently while the phone rang. "VMM, aka Living Death is active again." Anticipating any questions she would have had he continued to talk. "I don't have confirmation on the target yet, I'm still waiting for it. As of now I can guarantee that he is on L2 however, most likely the location of the target, unfortunately I wasn't able to procure anymore information."
"Nice work," Une said standing softly. "I'll arrange a meeting later on today with our top people, maybe Wind, give him a distraction. Thank-you."
Trowa nodded complacently at the telephone with understanding, turned and returned home, they'd call if they needed him.
Giuseppi raised her head at the sound of the bell's ring to see a man wearing a trench coat walk in, his facial features hidden by the collars of his coat and the shadows provided by his equally black cap.
"Can I help you?" She asked flatly.
"No, just looking. I received a recommendation from an acquaintance of mine. Figured I'd check the place out."
Noin grunted in reply, and turned back to work, keeping an eye on the unusual costumer, noticing that his eye seemed to stray back to her occasionally. Something was very odd about the costumer that had just walked in but she couldn't quite place it. He seemed too stealthy, to self aware, too circumspect, and too familiar. Most people didn't act the way he was unless they were trained to be, and the recognition, somehow it didn't strike her as a good thing, and it was like a day no one ever wanted to remember.
"You have a split face on your shoulder; may I inquire as to why?" VMM asked, turning round to face her, while lifting an appraising hand to some nicely done jackets hanging by the door.
"A bad past."
"Hmmmm." He noted that in his mind, if this was his pupil something had definitely changed her, for the better or for the worse. He appeared to look carelessly around the room once more before exiting the store. The woman was odd. She looked like a man, acted like a man, and carried a somewhat military demeanor, as though she had a lot of experience in battles, and she had kept an eye on him. It meant she didn't trust him, or she recognized him. No matter really. It could all be resolved later, although he knew now his employer had left some gaps in his preys profile, the man would have been better off had he not given him a profile. Things did not please him with this information, and he readily wished he could confirm it as Lucrezia or not.
Noin looked around the shop after the man had left, stood up, and paced slightly before hanging the closed sign out on the door, it was still early, but the man had put her on edge, and it had been a good year or more now since anything had succeeded in doing that. Better to be cautious than foolish and lose everything. Locking the front door she moved towards the back, and yet again back farther until she was with her mobile suit designs, her babies, and of course, her one model. It was a pity she hadn't really finished the others yet, but there was this inkling in the back of her mind that she'd get the time, and probably a crew to help her with it. Things were still quite unsteady, and terrorists, well those were always about. She kept her jitters down as her mind raced, something was up, and she only hoped her astuteness would pay off before something went down.
The Lightning Count rapped his fingers impatiently on the wooden table, not often did he get so impatient, but today his nerves were wearing thin, and still he had not received his call. A call he had been waiting several hours for. At last the phone began to ring, and he picked it up carefully making sure he didn't accidentally bust it from pent up frustration. "Hello."
"Hello to you too wind," Une stated.
Zechs sighed slightly, this had not been the call he was expecting. "What can I do for you?"
"VMM is back in town, I wanted to know if you'd like to join the team on this one."
He stared flatly at the wall for a moment, his anger skyrocketing momentarily before he controlled himself. "Of course."
"All right than, 22 hundred, Berlin, my office. I'll see you there. Bye."
The line disconnected and Zechs sat there staring at the phone for a moment. VMM had previously attempted to assassinate his sister, he hadn't succeeded but the event still had the young man riled. Giving up on the phone call he stood up and grabbed his coat off the back of his chair. He was off for Brussels. For safety reasons Une's position kept her moving all over Earth and the colonies, this week or perhaps month Brussels was where she was at, at least that way his trip would be shorter.
A/N: I think this is still lacking quite a bit, but I'm not quite sure what to do about it, suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Also thank-you for the reviews. And Chibi Tsuki and Chibi Noin you should have those two chapters by the time you find out this is posted, if you don't, there was a glitch with my email again, so let me know.