"Sir?"

The officer looked up. "Yes?"

"I'm here to tend to the gardens, but no one told me where to go," the man with long brown hair said.

"Well, you should start around back, and then Commander Zechs will come and speak with you." &

"Thank you, sir." He bowed his head and headed around to the back of the building. "I'm in, 03," he said quietly.

"Roger, 02. O4? Are you ready?"

"Yes, 03. I'm goin' in." Quatre stepped out of the limousine, adjusting his white suit. Brushing his fingers through his hair, the blond headed for the main desk.

"Hello, sir. How can I help you?" asked a woman with cropped brown hair.

"I am here to see Commander Zechs."

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked, looking at her computer.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Name?"

"Quatre Winner."

"Ah. Here you are. All right, go up the elevator to the 12 floor. His office is at the end of the hall."

"Thank you, ma'am." The blond set a single red rose on her desk and hurried to the elevator. Arriving on the 12 floor, Quatre stepped out of the elevator doors to see a tall blond man standing in front of him. "C-Commander Zechs..." he stammered, shocked.

"Shit! He wasn't supposed to be there," Trowa said softly.

"Quatre, I presume?" he said smoothly. "Follow me." The Commander turned on his heel and walked to his office, holding the door open for the fidgeting Quatre.

"Commander, I am here to discuss-"

"I know why you are here, Winner. And perhaps you should be aware that he is no longer here."

"Commander...what are you talking about?" Quatre asked unsteadily.

"Shit...we've been discovered, 02. This is a problem..."

"You don't have to tell me that!"

"Quatre, you know full well what I speak of. You are here to find Chang Wufei. And he is no longer here."

"Com...how did you find out?" Quatre asked quietly.

"Your group is not nearly as secure as you seem to think." Zechs traced a line down Quatre's chin.

He pulled away sharply. "Don't touch me!" His face wrinkled up into a mortified cringe. "Who betrayed us?" Quatre asked bitterly.

"Like I'm going to tell you." Zechs took a step closer to Quatre, who tried to back away, and backed right into the desk. "Mm, but you are scrumptious."

"Get away from him!" Trowa screamed, making Quatre wince. "Put me in his ear!"

"That sounds so strange, 03," Duo commented dryly.

"Shut up."

Quatre reached up and pulled the microphone from his ear, offering it to Zechs. The blond took the microphone from Quatre and pressed it into his ear. "Yes, boys?"

"YOU STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM QUATRE!!" Trowa screamed.

Zechs' eyes slid shut as he took a calming breath. "My my my...feisty, aren't we?"

"I swear, if you touch him-"

"Oh, Trowa, be quiet. What I do with Quatre is none of your business." Zechs pulled the microphone from his ear. "What would happen if I pinched this like a bug?"

"NO!" Quatre screamed, reaching for the microphone.

"No! Quatre!" Heero yelled.

Static.

"Oh no..."