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Segment 4:
Little Girl Lost
Summary:
Trowa takes it upon himself to start tracking the Leute, but in order to get funds and information regarding them, he needs to contact Lady Une. He meets her in Paris, where they discuss the matter of Setsuna Meioh's outrageous claims, then decide to travel to the colonies to get equipment for an intelligence mission to study the Leute. Meanwhile, Quatre confronts Haruka about the conversation that took place between Setsuna and the pilots. Haruka seems upset by the agent's name, then mentions she has more work to deal with and that she may not see Quatre for a while. On L1, Heero explains everything to Relena Dorlian, and suggests she start researching the redevelopment of military weapons. She is shocked at the idea, especially since she does not completely believe the story. Heero and Relena depart without reaching a conclusion.
"I met Amy Anderson a few years after I finished medical school. She was two or three years older than me, or I thought so, anyways. But still, she was one of the best. She had been a pediatrician for a while, then had gone back to school to become a surgeon. We started working at the South J.A.P. Point at the same time, and we frequently had to work together. I was in the E.R. and she was in I.C.U. but frequently patients would go from one to the other.
"Amy was very good at what she did, and everyone she treated loved her. Then again, you couldn't help but love her. She was so kind and gentle, and she was great under pressure. What can I say? We were a pair of single women who both needed someone to keep each other company, so we made it a ritual to meet for coffee after work. She was a good friend.
"When the war got really heavy, we both ended up being transferred. Last I heard, Amy was working at a clinic in Johannesburg, but that was about seven or eight years ago. We haven't really kept contact," Sally concluded, as Wufei looked up from the computer screen where the blue-haired woman's picture was displayed.
He frowned. "Did she ever tell you anything about her past? Her family? Anything like that?"
"She said her parents had died a long time ago, and she didn't have any siblings. She also said she was from Germany," she replied, bending over to look at the screen. "Can you find anything else in the database?"
"Amy Anderson. Gender: Female. Birth date: Unknown. Birthplace: Unknown. Hair: Blue. Eyes: Blue. Height: 5' 3". Weight: 125 lbs. Family: Parents, deceased. No other immediate relatives," he read. "Nothing else."
Sally chewed her lower lip. "Did you try Mizuno Ami?"
"Yes. All that came up was fictional references to Crystal Tokyo. Supposedly, Mizuno Ami was "Sailor Mercury"," he answered. "She could control ice and was known for being one of the more intelligent of the guardians, the "Senshi." Nothing about her actually being a real person."
"Hm. I wonder if any of the others are having as much difficulty?" Sally smiled slightly.
Wufei shrugged. "We're trying to find people whose identities have been lost for over four hundred years. Not just trying to find your friend from school."
"My friend…" she paused, then looked at the computer. "Let me see that a minute."
He blinked and got up as she took his place and began typing quickly.
AMY MIZUNO
"What are you doing?" Wufei asked as she hit the ENTER button.
Sally smiled slightly as the results came back. "An excerpt from an old census, taken shortly before the AC timeline began.
"Amy Mizuno. Year of Birth: 1981 CE. Place of Birth: Tokyo, Japan. Hair: Blue. Eyes: Blue. Height: 5' 3". Weight: 125 lbs. Family: Mother: Midori Kusanagi, age 39. Father: Joseph Mizuno, age 43.
"Amy Mizuno was born in Japan in 1981. Her parents, a Japanese doctor and a Scottish pilot of Japanese descent divorced when she was five years old. When Amy was fourteen she was bestowed the powers of a Senshi, and assumed her role as Sailor Mercury. She continued her medical schooling through her teens and twenties. However, like all of the rulers of Crystal Tokyo, her history between the years of 2003 CE and 2916 CE is missing. Although it was assumed that Sailor Mercury had died between those years, this was proven wrong when she and the other Senshi reappeared to fight of the invasion of the Leute, the people from beyond the stars. After the Leute were defeated, Crystal Tokyo served as the capital city of Earth until the year 3000, when the Last Revolution occurred and the city was destroyed. All information on Amy Mizuno since then has been lost."
Sally stared at the screen. "That can't be right…" she muttered, scrolling up and rereading.
"What?" Wufei asked.
"We thought the guardians were about four hundred or five hundred years old, right?" she replied, looking at him.
"Yeah…"
"Well if Amy Mizuno was born in 1981 CE, and the AC timeline began in 3250 CE…"
"She would be 1,476 years old!"
Sally nodded dumbly.
Wufei checked the math over again, then shook his head in disbelief. "And you said she looked two or three years older than you?"
"I swear to god, the last time I saw her, she didn't look a day over twenty-three," Sally replied.
The two stared at each other. Could there honestly be a woman living on earth who was nearly fifteen hundred years old? It was an outrageous question. Then again, it was just as believable that the same fifteen hundred year old woman had the ability to control ice.
"Maybe it's not the same person," Wufei said. "After all, you did say your friend was named Amy Anderson. Not Amy Mizuno."
"But look at the stats. Same hair, same eyes, same weight, same height. What are the odds?" she countered, then sighed. "But it's no good if we can't find her."
Wufei nodded in agreement. "When did you say you last contacted her?"
"Hm…I think it was back in 200. Or, no. New Year's Eve of 199. I got a phone call from her," Sally answered.
"Did she leave a number or address?" he asked.
Sally slapped her forehead. "Jesus Christ!" she groaned, then disappeared into her office. About ten minutes later, she returned with a crumpled scrap of paper.
Amy A.- 690-782-5314
69 Mondstr.
Kiel, Germany.
"We've been working too damn much," Sally muttered, picking up the phone and dialing. When it rang, she hit the button for speakerphone so her partner could hear.
"Hier Anderson," a female voice with a light German accent answered.
"Amy? It's Sally," she replied.
"Sally?" Amy asked, then laughed. "Hey! It's been ages! How are you?"
"Good!" Sally smiled at Wufei, then mouthed It's her. "How about you?"
"All right, all right. Still working at the clinic," she answered.
"Like I couldn't tell. You answered in fricken' German!"
Amy giggled again. "Es tut mir leid."
"So anyways, I was just calling to let you know I've got some business in Copenhagen, and I was wondering if you'd be around tomorrow afternoon in case I decided to stop by."
"Of course, Sally. You're lucky, I'm on vacation right now. I'd love to have you! Tomorrow you said?"
"Yeah, my partner and I won't be able to stay long, but…"
"Partner? Oh that's right! You're with the Preventors now."
"Yeah, it pays the bills. But he's a good guy, Wufei. You sure we're not putting you out?"
"Not at all. Stop by anytime tomorrow. I'll cook dinner for you both, okay?"
"Sounds great. Looking forward to seeing you!"
"Me too!"
"Okay, talk to you later Amy."
"See ya."
Sally hung up the phone and looked at Wufei. "So? What do you think?"
He rolled his eyes. "Does she always have that effect on you?"
"What effect?"
"Making you act like a teenager again," he answered.
Sally smirked. "Kind of. That's Amy for you. Fifteen hundred or not; she's a great girl. It'll be nice to see her again."
"Assuming she's willing to answer our questions," Wufei responded.
Her smile disappeared. "You're right. Friend or not, we'll have to get the truth out of her, as much as it may hurt her."
Sally shivered and pulled her coat tighter around herself. The wind off of the Baltic was cold and sharp, making even the frigid weather in Hungary seem attractive.
"How can she live here?" she wondered to herself.
Wufei shrugged as they continued walking, seemingly unaffected by the temperature.
Sally rolled her eyes, then looked at the street sign.
Mondstrasse.
"This is the street. Come on," she said, looking at the directions in her hand and turning right. They walked down about two blocks to a little brick house, set back away from the road by about twenty feet. The sky outside was dark with gray snow clouds, but a light from the big picture window in the front made the inside of the house look bright and cheery. The number on the mailbox was 69.
They walked up the steps and pressed the doorbell.
"One minute!" Amy's voice called, and moments later, she opened the door. "Sally!"
"Hi!" Sally replied happily, hugging the woman tightly.
Wufei tried not to stare at the blue haired woman. She looked normal, but he did not forget the possibility that she was over a thousand years old. It was unbelievable. Just like Sally had said, Amy Anderson did not look a day over twenty-three.
"This must be your partner," Amy replied, looking directly at Wufei.
"Yeah, this is Wufei. Wufei, this is Amy," Sally introduced.
The two shook hands.
"It's nice to meet you," Amy smiled. "Now come on inside, it's freezing out there!"
"No kidding," Sally answered as they stepped inside. "Nice place you have here."
"Thanks," she said, taking their coats and storing them in the closet. "Small, but big enough for Pers and me."
"Pers?" Sally blinked, then gasped as a little gray tabby kitten landed on her shoulder.
Amy laughed. "Persephone; my cat. She's very outgoing."
"I can see that," she grinned, stroking the kitten's head. It purred softly.
"She certainly likes you," Amy commented, then led them into the kitchen. "Let's see…dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes. Chicken okay with you two?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Lovely. Anything to drink while we're waiting? I've got a pot of coffee here," she offered.
"Amy, please don't tell me you went through all this work just for us," Sally said.
She shook her head. "It's nothing, Sally, really. I don't have company very often because of my job, so I'm glad to do it. In fact, I—"
She was interrupted by the sound of glass breaking in the living room.
"What the hell?" Wufei muttered, as he and the two women dashed out to look at it.
Standing in front of the picture window were three kids. Two had short blond hair, another had short black. All had glowing orange eyes, and none of them had a specific gender.
"So these are Leute…" Sally murmured, pulling a gun from her jacket.
"L-L-Leute?" Amy whispered. "Oh my god…"
The three Leute smiled. "Sally Po and Chang Wufei. We are eternally in your debt. Thank you for delivering us to Mercury," they answered in one toneless voice.
Wufei shoved open the closet door and pulled out the katana hidden in his coat. "You will not touch her," he said in a low voice.
"Is that a challenge? Very well," they answered again in the single voice. The two blonds raised their hands in one single, smooth movement, released a hail of shuriken at them.
"Amy, get down!" Sally yelled, shoving her friend to the ground and firing at the Leute.
The black haired Leute leaped up in the air and flipped its way towards the two women. However, just as it was about to land, Sally sprang to her feet and kicked it in the stomach, sending it sprawling.
Meanwhile, one of the two blond Leute was attacking Wufei with a pair of daggers, while the other had joined the dark one in agile gymnastic and martial arts attacks on Sally and Amy.
Wufei gritted his teeth, dropped to a crouch then knocked the dagger-wielder's feet out from under it. Springing forward, he shoved the blade of his katana between its ribs. The orange eyes widened in shock as blood, violet blood, began spewing from its mouth. There was little time to dwell on this, however, because a gunshot had gone off and more of the sticky violet liquid was suddenly spattering the formerly flawless living room.
The last Leute, the black-haired one, panicked and drew a whip from its belt. Smiling wickedly as its confidence was regained, it cracked the whip threateningly a few times, then caught the gun in Sally's hand and yanked it away. The Leute grabbed it and reached for the trigger…
"Ah!" it screamed, shooting the gun into the ceiling as Wufei's katana pulled out from its shoulder blades, stained a deep, bruise-like purple. The last Leute fell to the ground.
Sally leaned back against the couch and sighed in relief. "Thank God. Amy you—"
She heard a squeak of fear from her friend and whipped around. Amy was braced against the wall, with Wufei holding the katana to her throat. His onyx glare was angry and threatening.
"Please, I beg you…" Amy cried, tears filling her eyes.
"They were here for you, weren't they?" Wufei asked. When she didn't answer, he pressed the blade harder. "Weren't they?"
"That's enough Wufei!" Sally yelled.
He shot a hard glance at her. "You said…"
"The hell with what I said! What right do you have to treat a civilian like this? Stand aside!" she ordered.
Glaring daggers at his partner, Wufei lowered the katana and stepped back, but did not sheath it. Amy collapsed into the arms of her friend, sobbing.
"Oh god Sally, I'm so sorry. So sorry…"
"Sh…" Sally hushed, trying to comfort her. "It's okay, it's okay. Nobody got hurt. But I think there's some things you'd better explain."
"This is all my fault," Amy murmured. "I never thought they'd actually find me…"
"Should we assume then, that you are one of the guardians of Crystal Tokyo then, Mizuno Ami?" Wufei asked coldly.
Her sapphire eyes locked with his as she shook her head and stood up straight.
"No. Not anymore. That was over years and years ago. I'm not Mizuno Ami anymore, do you understand?" she asked, a slight twinge of hysteria tinting her voice and eyes. "I am not, I…I…I will not be Sailor Mercury again, do you understand me? Never again!"
She collapsed to the ground.