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What are they really?

People shrank in fear without knowing why. Children fought with each other for no reason, started crying over nothing. Cat hissed and dogs cowered, crows crowed in endless chatter. All of this happened as the man named Kyoto walked by, though none knew enough to know that it was him. Had one been watching from a distance, they might have seen that he was at least involved in the chaos that was going on, but no one was watching. They were far to caught up in their own problems to notice those around them. Kyoto laughed at their self-involvement, and reveled in the chaos he was causing. Just a little longer, and this chaos that he was causing would turn into a small panic, and then paranoia, and then turn into wide spread panic. Then would be the right time to snatch this beautiful world from those idiots who thought themselves the dominant creatures, and claim it from those who had hidden in the shadows for to long. The real dominant species. Just a little longer and everything would come together. Those fool for humans who thought that they could protect the peace with their former military members were going to learn what domination truly was.

Trowa lay casually in the roof rafters of the warehouse where Derek was supposedly meeting with and informant who was handing over statistical information about something, they had been unable to determine what. And since they had been unable to find a female agent who had the training and the willingness to do what they had asked of Sarah, they had to resort to more tactical methods. Hence, the reason he was in the rafters, watching the underling wait nervously for Derek. He kept perfectly still and silent, which wasn't all that difficult for him, and waited patiently, going over in his head who out of the recent Special Ops trainees would be best suited for this kind of work to pass the time.

Suddenly Derek was there, not having made a sound or any kind of noise to let them know that he had arrived. Trowa arched an eyebrow. This guy was definitely good. They began to speak, and Trowa edged out his microphone just a little farther to get a better reception. As he listened, his eyebrows arched even more when he heard the language; it didn't sound like any human language that he'd ever heard. So he would have to wait and get this to one of their linguists before he could gain any useful information. Damn.

Derek and the underling left so abruptly that even with his enhanced skills Trowa almost missed it. He waited a few minutes to make sure that they were gone before exiting the way he had come, through the air ducts.

All through his walk back to his car he ran over in his mind what they knew about these people. So far it wasn't much. Even though they had been around for 300 years they didn't have many members, at least none that they could find. And the ones that they could find and tail all walked with an air of…superiority over everyone, as though just by being in D.E.A.T.H. they were better than everyone. Come to think of it, they were so small that they would have gone unnoticed but for that incident three months ago where they had left their mark, saying that they would come back. Trowa ran through his mind all that had been going on in Preventers HQ at that time. Special Ops training had started about a week before, Agent Godfrey had given birth prematurely in the cafeteria while visiting her husband, It was about the time that Agents Andrews, Bianchi, and Currier had been in that fight………Trowa's mind began to piece things together as he sat in his car, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. 6 months ago the three of them had requested a temporary leave of absence to deal with a personal problem that required their full attention but couldn't involve the Preventers. He didn't know how they had done it, but they had somehow convinced Lady Une to give it to them. Three months ago a police officer that had known the girls growing up and knew they had joined the Preventers contacted HQ and told them that the girls had been involved in an explosion, and that Megan and Anna were in serious condition with little chance of survival. But having seen these girls through all sorts of situations he had been positive that they would defy the odds and eventually make a full recovery. So much for hope. Two days later Sarah comes back looking like a shell with the news that her partners were dead, and yet was being very vague about how they had died or why they had been involved in that explosion. But that explosion was also where D.E.A.T.H. had left its first mark, and given that Sarah had gone to high school with one of the guys it was likely that she knew more than she was telling. But how to get it out of her? He knew from experience that when she wanted to keep a secret, she kept one, and not even Duo's insane antics could bring it out of her. So they would have to resort to methods that were a little sneakier than usual.

He sighed and inserted his keys, patting the recording that was in his shirt pocket. He rotated the key only once, then had no time to react as his car door was flung open and he was thrown out onto the street. To the amazement of his eyes a girl about his age crouched in front of him and held out her hands. Apparently from no when a shimmering blue screen appeared in front of them, which somehow protected them from his car exploding. He just looked at it and the girl with a 'what the…' expression on his face. Once the initial blast died down the girl dropped the screen and stood up surveying the scene.

"You all right?" She asked, her eyes never stopping their search. Trowa leveraged himself off the ground and quickly checked himself over.

"I'm fine." He answered.

"Good. Man, you people have some nerve." He gave her a look that would have warned her to watch it, but she was still searching so she didn't search it.

"What do you mean?" He asked and tried to study her. He couldn't though, cause he must have hit his head as her appearance kept changing every few seconds.

"I mean the fact that you don't have a clue in hell as to who these people really are and you're treating them as a normal terrorist cell. And no, you haven't hit your head that hard, I'm just changing my appearance to you so that you can't identify me."

"How did you…?"

"It's not the first time that I've had to hide who I am; every time one of these jackasses shows up I have to step in and stop them."

"Why wouldn't we treat them as a normal terrorist cell? We haven't gathered any information to say otherwise."

"And you never will cause you're still thinking of them as humans. They're not." Even though Trowa knew that there was no way what she could be saying was true, he decided to take a chance and ask her what he probably shouldn't.

"So what are they?" She looked him dead in the eye.

"Demons."