Heero smirked at how easy the city's populace was to deceive. To every computer system on the planet he was now Michael Lowell, a professional cryptographer. He hoped the "recently declassified records" of his fictitious career would attract NERV's attention. If they pressed him he would have the skills to prove it … he'd have to be that good to be able to alter the world network and Interpol computers. As for his wife Relena, her new identity as Gabriel Lowell was no less impressive. Her profession was his partner in Cryptology, and her fiery personality would keep attention at a minimum.

Relena opened the door to their new home … how Heero had paid for it, she didn't want to know. Heero looked up from his desk to acknowledge her arrival but after a quick "Hnn" he returned his attention to research on the mysterious sword. Relena sat down next to him and handed him a cup of coffee, "Any luck Hee-chan."

"No, this sword is a complete enigma, the style is Japanese, but it's made of Damascus Steel, and the inscriptions are in Levitical Hebrew"

"Well what did Quatre say the inscription says"

"The evidence of things not seen"

"I can see how that might not be helpful"

"The only thing I can think of is that maybe this sword is not of temporal origin"

"You mean it's supernatural? But that isn't possible right!"

"I don't know Relena… Maybe if I go out and forget about all this for a while, you know explore the city, I'll be able to think clearly."

And with that Heero left to explore the bowels of Tokyo 3.

Heero Yuy passed like a wraith through the dark roads of the city; even his shadow was only barely visible to the passing glance. He enjoyed the night. He had often sneaked out of training to wade through the seas of people on L-1, forgetting, if only for a short while, the destruction he was being trained to cause. But here in Tokyo 3, no one dared the night; fear had all but devoured the city's nocturnal persona

Heero beheld the city. Everywhere he looked desolation met his gaze. Gunfire and explosives had left buildings charred and shattered. The roads where pockmarked with craters, and long stress fractures snaked their way up the bridges and down the roads. Suddenly, after rounding the corner of a battered skyscraper, the forlorn ruins of an old cathedral pierced the darkness. It appeared strangely out of place, for, while the rest of Tokyo 3 appeared hopeless and defeated, the cathedral, even in ruin, stood boldly and defiantly. Although almost all of the chapel had been long destroyed, the belfry and the remnant of the great front archway where still standing. When Heero saw the old church, something in side him jumped, and, without understanding why, he crossed the road to the ruins.

He stopped at the gate in the old grizzled hedge, which encircled the lawn. In the days when the cathedral was still used there was just a path between hedges. Now bramble and stray branches had formed a living gate at least seven inches thick. Heero snarled, he had never been stopped by a damn plant and he wasn't going to be stopped now either. In a blur, a sword leapt from the darkness and in mere seconds the offending foliage was laying on the ground. Pausing only to sheath the sword, Heero Yuy entered the courtyard.

Soon he found himself before the archway – the broken charred and scorched remains of the once beautiful foyer. Peering through the doorway he could just make out the dusty remnants of the chapel. For only a moment he hesitated, and then without any idea what he was doing he passed into the old chapel.

Heero Yuy "Perfect soldier" was suddenly sick, he had discovered the reason as to why such a beautiful church had be so conspicuously neglected by it patrons, they had been inside when it had been destroyed. Everywhere bodies of those who had died in worship lay in the dust. Heero thought he must have gone insane, but every single body had its head facing the old belfry, and one of the hands of each poor soul pointed towards it. Heero was struck suddenly by a terrifying thought, was this the result of stray gunfire from the Eva's… or had the church been deliberately targeted by NERV? The mere possibility of a premeditated act of genocide was horrifying. Heero closed his eyes and breath in an almost inaudible whisper "I will find out what happened, and I will right this wrong."

When he opened his eyes he noticed for the first time that he was not the only one alive in the chapel, an old man sat upon a battered pew, gazing intently at the sky. His raiment was white as fresh snow, and his hazel eyes gleamed out from within his hood. Heero staggered over to him, but before he could ask the old man anything -- he was addressed by the monk, "What is it you seek?"

Heero stopped short, startled by the inquiry, he struggled out his response, "Who…who are you?"

The old man laughed, "It is not usually viewed as polite to ask a question of someone, before first answering the one asked of you." He paused and smiled, "but if knowing my name will make you less jumpy. You can call me Eli. Now, what is it you seek?"

Heero frowned, "answers to a lot of things"

Eli smiled, "everyone has questions child…but not everyone gets the answers. and its not because they don't find them, no child the reason the don't receive them is that they are afraid of what it might reveal"

Heero stared towards where in his world L-1 would have been.

Eli continued, stooping to pick up a rosary from the charred floor" Often people find solstice in tradition, but some in so doing forget that the tradition was created only as an aide to true forgiveness"

Heero frowned and turned away to leave

"Wait boy, listen! you are here for a great propose, you are a warrior of God… remember Wood rots and Iron fails but faith lasts forever"

Heero stopped but he did not turn to face the old man "Faith?"

Eli Smiled "As the Apostle Paul said 'the substance of things hoped for the evidence of things not seen'"

Heero turned with a start…but the old man was nowhere to be found…he was alone again in the ashen chapel. Slowly he walked towards the altar, drawing the katana as he approached. Bowing he thrust the sword into the ground. As he did the first light of the dawn pierced through the shattered remains of a stained glass window, illuminating the inscriptions upon the blade…

"I will have Faith"