A/N: You're all going to hit me at the end of this chapter but oh well. And I'm not taking suggestions on whom to bring back because I already have my people chosen, sorry to say. Thanks for your patience in waiting for this chapter. TO be honest, I forgot about it. ^-^ I've been writing for FP.com lately and FF.net seemed to slip my mind. lol (hides behind her desk) Thanks again for all your support!

"Relena patched us through to Treize. Hopefully he'll be willing to help us this time around." Duo pressed the speakerphone button on the console, leaning back in his chair as he removed the headset. The others stood closely around him, listening as they were taken off hold.

"So, the infamous Gundam pilots have called. What brings me to having the pleasure of speaking with you?" Quatre turned and walked a few feet away before leaning against the wall to listen. His wrist was in a cast, held up by a splint. Wufei glanced back at him, his head looking odd seeing as how it was wrapped in gauze and other bandage type products.

"We need your assistance in locating a friend of ours." Treize grinned into the headset he was wearing. He knew exactly who this 'friend' was. She had been all over the circuits since she had dropped out of the sky. Leaning back he put his fingertips together, toughing his index fingers to his chin.

"You mean Miss Tenshi Usagi? (A/N: last name first, Japanese style)" Wufei stepped towards the speaker.

"Yes, now tell us where she is you filthy pig or I'll rip your heart out through you're a—." He was abruptly stopped as Trowa covered his mouth.

"Do you know where she is?" Treize smirked when he heard Trowa yelp in pain from a wound undoubtedly given by Chang. He was a temperamental young man. The sounds of a mild struggle could be heard over the intercom.

"At OZ headquarters no doubt." Hiiro cool voice was laced with anger when he spoke, another thing that served to amuse the ex-pilot. (A/N: Can someone please be so kind as to tell me what he flies and what Milliardo flies?)

"Why did they take her Treize? And what dealings do you have with them now?"

"My dear old friend Yui. I see you are still the only level headed one in the group." Quatre spun around on his heals, his face red with anger. Was he implying that he was less than sane? Just before he could yell Duo was pulling him back, clamping a hand over his mouth in a fashion so he wouldn't get bit.

"Answer my questions."

"Very well then. I have no dealings with either side; I have been and will remain neutral. As for why they took Miss Usagi, it is for experimental purposes. They wish to know where she came from, whether or not she is a threat and other such trivial matters of war. Oh, that and they want her so that they'll have leverage over the Gundam pilots." His last words were spoken nonchalantly, as if he were discussing what kind of pet his girlfriend might have bought.

All activity in the room came to a halt. Wufei stopped attacking Trowa and was now sitting on his torso, his neck in his hands. Trowa's hand remained entangled in Wufei's hair in which he had been pulling, the other at the base of his neck. Quatre stopped struggling to get out of Duo's grasp while Duo found himself placed in a complex situation. His arms were twisted behind his back and one leg was up over Quatre's shoulder and around his waist to keep him in place. Removing themselves from whatever position they were in the pilots quickly assembled around the console.

"What?" Trowa's voice was low, holding so much fury that the pilots felt it radiating from him. Treize sighed.

"I'm afraid your little 'friend' as you put it won't live very long under OZ's care. They will use her to get to you and when they have what they want they shall dispose of her."

"What does OZ want?" Duo took his seat once more in front of the speaker, leaning forward in anticipation to hear the answer.

"Miss Peacecraft's maps on each existing OZ revamp camp as well as the blueprints to each and every new mobile suit that the Preventors have been remodeling. At least, that's what I believe. They might just want to get rid of you once and for all, I'm not quite sure." They heard amusement in his voice. Quatre pounded on the console, speaking for the first time since they had left the hospital wing.

"Damn it Treize this isn't a game! If we don't get Usagi back unharmed I will hold you solely responsible! You knew what they were planning and yet you didn't warn us! You're as bad as those filthy pigs that call themselves scientists!" The look on Treize's face would have made Duo laugh had he been able to see it.

His eyes were wide, almost frightened. The pilot of Sandrock, the meek one who would have been better off working for Relena herself was yelling at him. His voice had dripped venom so deadly that he was sure he would have been pinned against the wall had they been face to face. He had learned long ago that it was dangerous to anger the gentle pilot for his wrath was immeasurable. Sitting forward he flipped open a book on his desk, searching the maps that were meticulously drawn inside. It was his own way of keeping OZ in his sights.

"I believe that Miss Usagi would most likely be kept in a place that you would least expect. It's where they're making the newest modifications to their next attempt at an uprising. Personally I believe they think your friend has a special ability that would enable them to power their latest creation. It's a Gundam unlike any other. The laser cannon they plan on installing must be powered by an unknown source. It's more than likely that they plan to use her to power the Gundam. The only problem would be that if she isn't what they're looking for, she could die if they put her in the machine." Quatre was out of the room before anyone could speak. Duo opened and shut his mouth a few times before getting up and running after his friend.

"Thank you Treize, we'll be in touch." Treize blinked as the connection was cut. Had Quatre cursed just then? Shaking his head he turned his chair around to face the glass wall behind him. From his viewpoint he could see the city below him, lights twinkling in the dusk hours. He suspected it couldn't be much later than noon where the pilots were. Secretly he wished they would find Miss Usagi. If they didn't that meant OZ would be back. And that meant he'd have hell to pay.

Quatre was downstairs and in his Gundam before any one could protest. The workers around him were shouting to one another to disengage the machinery around it that had been double-checking the latest installations. Quatre's face was set in a determined scowl as he turned Sandrock on. Duo and Wufei were the next ones to jump into their suits. What puzzled them was when Quatre had changed into his uniform. They were struggling to put theirs on whilst prepping their Gundams for take off. Hiiro came dashing into the room with Trowa by his side, both in their black suits. Once inside their Gundams they turned on the communication system so that their face was visible to all the other pilots.

"Headquarters is now located on Colony L8 (A/N: don't know if it exists or not, and at the moment I don't particularly care ^-^)." Trowa's face appeared as well and he stared intently at Quatre.

"Can you make it Q?" Quatre felt gratitude towards his friend. He seemed to be the only one who cared about his well being at times. Trowa was most certainly a true friend in his heart. Nodding heartily he smiled.

"Sure. After all," He pointed upwards, "I've got God on my side." There were murmurs of agreement from all except Hiiro. His vid-link cut off as they all burst out of the hanger.

Usagi groaned lightly as she sat up. Her head was throbbing and as she touched it she winced. There was a large lump on the side of her head. Just from incidences in the past she knew OZ was holding her. Her hand throbbed and she noticed it was in a new bandage. It was more like a glove now, exposing her fingers though. Leaning back she shivered when she came in contact with cold cement. A pang of fear hit her when she realized this was almost exactly like the situation Duo had been in with Wufei. What if they were to cut her air supply off? Now that she needed air she wouldn't survive if they did. Voices from outside her cell made her sit in silence, fear surrounding her.

"I'm telling you she's in there! Where else would they put her? It's not like they value her more than the pilots or anything." For some reason the loud, boisterous voice sounded familiar.

"Well I happen to think they would treat her better, more like Miss Peacecraft perhaps." The first voice made a grunting sound before she they stopped in front of her door. A third voice joined in.

"Well, she's our new assignment so we have to guard her carefully. That means we must work together." This new voice seemed much calmer than the first did.

"Fine." The two other voices spoke at once before there was a collective sigh. Usagi was startled as, instead of the door opening to let them in, they just walked through it. They each wore white, silken robes with golden trim, just as she had. Her eyes widened in shock when she saw their faces, mirroring their own looks of shock.

"Cosmos!" The three angels that had stepped into the room uttered her name in unison. The first angel fell to her side, clutching Usagi to her lithe frame. Usagi's arms wrapped around her, taking in every detail. Her hair was short and sandy blonde colored. She had gray-green eyes and was very tall.

The voice of the second angel belonged to a male with violet-blue eyes and long, silken black hair that seemed to be violet in certain light. His hair was pulled in a low ponytail that reached his knees. An earring hung from his left ear, barely covered by his long, messy bangs. The third person was slightly tall and had a soft, angelic face with cornflower blue yes. His long, pale blonde hair was pulled back into a long ponytail as well, reaching his knees. His long bangs were swept to the side of his face, making his almost white skin seem tan. Usagi's mouth hung open as she held the first angel at arms length, looking at her face.

"I don't believe it! Haruka, Seiya, Yaten…what are you three doing here?" Seiya smirked, crossing his arms.

"We were sent to protect you, believe it or not." Yaten looked over at her, his eyes holding something foreign. Walking over to her he knelt down, his wings folding behind him so as not to hit Haruka.

"Everyone is saying that you're no longer one of us." His voice was soft, almost hurt. "Is it true?" The three angels held their breath as they awaited her answer. Lowering her head she ignored the solitary tear that made its way down her face.

"Yes, it's true." Yaten sighed, taking her in his arms. The four of them had been very good friends in Heaven, helping one another with their assignments. It shocked the other three to find out that their leader was no longer one of them, but a mere mortal. This new information made their task seem so much more important than it had minutes before.