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Gseed Aftermath Trilogy II:
REPERCUSSION
a hermit junction project

Chapter 8

She wasn't exactly stupid; it's just that she'd forget how impressive her husband was at times. She did have to give credit to him for being able to break the codes on her door and enter his own data so she wouldn't find out, but she just couldn't help it.

She was pissed and she hated this feeling.

Slamming the door shut, Lain marched down the hallway and pushed open the door to their bedroom. At the loud noise, Rusty looked up from the magazine he was flipping through and stared at his wife. He had just taken a shower and was only wearing boxers and a black tank top. A towel draped around his neck, he had seated himself comfortably against the headboard, his legs crossed at his ankles.

'Yeah?' Rusty raised his eyebrows as if expecting her. Was she that predictable?

'Give it back.' Lain said through clenched teeth.

'Give what back?' Rusty asked innocently, tossing the magazine aside.

'That photograph.' Lain seethed, feeling the heat rushing into her head. 'Give it back.'

'You mean this?' Rusty reached out one hand and opened the drawer of the nightstand, taking the yellowing photo out slowly.

'Give it back to me.' Lain said quietly, narrowing her amber eyes slightly.

'I'm curious.' Rusty looked down at it. 'Who is this woman? I've been down there a few times but I've never seen this photo before.'

'It's not of your concern, give it back.' Lain said in a merely controlled voice.

Rusty looked at her with a smirk. 'What if I don't?'

'I told you to give it back!' Lain suddenly shouted. Jumping onto the bed, she grabbed Rusty's arm.

Unfazed, Rusty pulled his arm back and they both fell off the bed from the force. Pinning her down on the carpeted floor, Rusty looked down at Lain who was glaring up at him, her nails digging into his wrist.

'It's your Mother isn't it?' Rusty said in a low voice, shooting a glance at the ring dangling from the silver chain. 'It's you're Mother Lacia Peragrine.'

'She's not my Mother so fuck off!' Lain hissed. Letting go of Rusty's wrist, she slapped him in the face and pushed him away, snatching the photo away.

'What is wrong with you Lain van Ness?' Rusty suddenly bawled before she got to the door. Standing up, he held his hand against his cheek, glaring at her back. 'You think putting yourself in a shit like this is going to make things better? Why can't you just admit it to yourself for a change? Huh? Why can't you just walk out of that fucking shell of yours and be a little bit honest to me for a change? I'm your husband!'

'We're married for a very solid and realistic reason.' Lain said in a low voice.

'Yeah, I almost forgot.' Rusty spat. 'It's a mutual benefit right? For you, for me and for Nessar.'

'Yes!' Lain turned around, crushing the photo in her palm.

'Maybe I did make the wrong decision.' Rusty said quietly.

'You did.' Lain said quietly.

'Why can't you just give me some emotion for a change?' Rusty asked in an almost pleading voice. 'You think I want to be manipulated like this? You think I like killing for a paycheck? You think I want to shoot my own former comrades who have been with me through the most difficult times in ZAFT? You know it Lain, you know I'm doing all this for you.'

Lain looked away, gritting her teeth. 'I didn't ask you to do all this for me Rusty.'

'Yeah.' Rusty nodded bitterly, crossing his arms. 'You're right, you didn't ask me to do this, didn't ask me to look after you, didn't ask me to protect you, didn't ask me to sleep with you and didn't ask me to fall in love with you. But you know what? I didn't ask you to save my fucking life in the first place!'

Racking his spiky red hair with both hands violently, he sat down on the bed, training his eyes on the floor.

'It's been two and half years Lain.' Rusty said in a controlled voice. 'Don't tell you don't feel a damn thing for me because I see it in your eyes when I come back in the morning with Novita's stink on me.'

'She pleases you better.' Lain muttered.

'You think I like sleeping in her bed?' Rusty asked sarcastically, glaring up at Lain.

'I don't care if you like it or not!' Lain countered, glaring back at him with trembling eyes. 'I don't care if you sleep with all the girls in the world.'

Rusty looked at her silently. 'Madge was right, you do have a tendency to hurt yourself.'

'I do.' Lain admitted. 'It's not the best thing in the world but it keeps me alive.'

'You can't do it alone.' Rusty suddenly said, standing up. 'You're walking on a piece of very thin ice.'

'I don't know what you're talking about.' Lain said softly, looking away.

'You may be a good actor in front of other people but I can see right through you, read you like a piece of paper.' Rusty narrowed his eyes. 'You want your Father dead, and you want Nessar to die with him.'

Lain gritted her teeth.

Rusty softened his eyes. 'Can't you be honest with me for once? I can easily find out what's going on with you but I don't like this feeling. If you had been honest with me from the very beginning then our relationship will be a little bit more normal then now.'

'You're right.' Lain said bitterly. 'It's all my fault, I shouldn't have saved you to begin with.'

Exhaling loudly, Rusty pulled at his hair. 'You do know Novita's keeping tabs on you? One false step and you're going to fall and lose your life.'

'Mind your own business Rusty.' Lain murmured. 'You still have those three friends of yours to kill.'

'Even if I do kill them, you're not going to get your way.' Rusty said firmly. 'I know who wants them dead. You know Herze van Ness is smarter than this.'

'Even so, I have my ways.' Lain whispered. They looked at each other silently until the ring of a cell phone cut through the tense air. Reaching into her pocket, she took out her cell phone, frowning at the number on the cover.

'Lain.' It was Daire.

'Yeah?' Lain turned around.

Rusty glared at her back, his clear blue eyes turning into a dangerous shade of gray.

'I won't be here tonight.' Lain said shortly, snapping her phone shut.

'Since when did you tell me your whereabouts?' Rusty sneered sarcastically.

'You're right.' Sticking her phone back into her pocket, she grabbed her jacket from the coat hanger. Stopping at the door, she looked over her shoulder briefly. 'I take that you won't be around tomorrow night either, so good night.'

He had a sudden urge, an urge to kill her.

'Here.'

Yzak looked up and saw Dearka set down a cup of coffee. 'It's not decaf right?'

'God no.' Dearka sat down and crossed his legs. 'You know how you can get when you don't have strong caffeine running through your veins in the morning.'

'Still the coffee addict?' Athrun came out of the bathroom.

Yzak yawned, leaning his head back on the sofa. 'This addict thing is getting worse, I tell you. I can't think straight without two cups of strong coffee every morning.'

'You're already bad when you drain strong coffee down your lungs.' Athrun said dryly, eyeing Yzak. 'I cannot imagine what you'd turn out to be without drinking any coffee, even decaf.'

'Shut up.' Yzak muttered, looking over his shoulder at the scenery outside. 'This place looks like a dump Elthman, don't you have the missus cleaning it up for you?'

'What's with the mood Jule?' Dearka asked dryly while avoiding the question, taking a sip from his coffee.

'Isn't he always in a bad mood?' Athrun sneered, tearing open a packet of brown sugar. 'I don't think the patched up arm has anything to do with aggravating it anymore.'

'If you two were in my shoes, you wouldn't be in a good mood.' Yzak hissed. 'You have no idea.'

'So it's not just about Rusty?' Athrun tried, raising his eyebrows at Dearka when Yzak didn't respond at all.

'Then it must be the council.' Dearka concluded, shrugging. 'Hasn't it always been like this Yzak? I thought you've learnt to live with it already.'

'You guys won't understand.' Yzak muttered, reaching for his mug.

'You think anyone would suspect.' Dearka wondered.

'Suspect what?' Yzak asked absently, before draining down the coffee like water.

'Athrun.' Dearka said. 'There's no say to who's keeping tabs on you, would anyone wonder the relationship between Yzak Jule and Alex Dino.'

'Even if he came as Athrun Zala, it wouldn't matter.' Yzak said. 'He's Orb's representative.'

'And you say you're in politics.' Athrun muttered.

'Okay okay.' Yzak waved his hand in the air. 'I know it may cause trouble but there is no other choice. The headquarters was practically torn apart by Rusty and we can't talk in my office. I'm too tired, give my brain a break. At least we're not at my apartment.'

'Where's you're other brain by the way?' Dearka asked, looking around.

Athrun looked at him weirdly. 'Other brain?'

Dearka nodded. 'His work wife, Shiho. What did you do, ditch her?' He yelped as a cushion came flying his way.

'She is not my work wife.' Yzak hissed, holding his fist up. 'And I did not ditch her.'

'Then where is she? She should be here if we're talking about, you know.' Dearka shrugged.

'How should I know, I'm not her boyfriend.' Yzak muttered. 'She's just my subordinate, what she does in her own free time is beyond me.'

Dearka shook his head. 'I wonder what you asked me a few days ago?'

'What?' Athrun asked interestingly.

'He asked – hey!' Dearka dodged another flying cushion.

'Get off my case!' Yzak hissed in a warning tone, glaring at Dearka.

'Sheesh.' Dearka rolled his eyes. 'You're never going to get a girl with an attitude like that.'

'Yeah, because having a girl to fuck is like the most important thing in a guy's life.' Yzak retorted.

'I think so.' Dearka turned to Athrun. 'What do you think?'

Athrun tried to contain his laughter. 'I wouldn't say it's the most important thing, but it's one of the most important things.'

'For God's sake!' Yzak threw his hands up in the air. 'You guys are all being eaten up by girls.'

'Which isn't a bad thing.' Dearka said casually. 'You pal, on the other hand, need to do some serious self evaluation or you won't get a girl in a million years, Mr. Most Eligible Bachelor.'

Yzak just growled in response.

Athrun looked down at his mug. 'It would have made big money to bet that Rusty'd be the first one to marry.'

Both Yzak and Dearka looked at him silently.

'He's really married?' Yzak asked quietly.

'That's what he said when we saw him the other day.' Dearka replied. 'He did have a ring on his left hand.'

'He said he was doing all this for his wife.' Athrun said. 'There's a big chance this wife of his is a part of Nessar.'

'A very important part of Nessar.' Dearka nodded his head at the files spread out in front of them. 'The first being Novita van Ness.'

'You got this information from LF?' Athrun asked, picking up the file.

Dearka nodded deeply. 'I'm not too familiar with their work since, you know, they have nothing to do with military defense. However, I know a guy from LF and they say they're just one huge big piece of moving shit.'

'Moving shit?' Yzak raised his eyebrows.

'Oh yeah.' Dearka nodded. 'You know we've followed them in the past because of an intelligence leak and intelligence trade is just one tiny part of Nessar's business.'

'How could I forget?' Yzak muttered. 'Klueze's data on the NJC was from Nessar.'

'Do they know who's in charge of the intelligence trade?' Athrun asked.

Dearka shook his head. 'That's the weird part, but there may be a chance Rusty has something to do with this person or this group.'

Athrun nodded in agreement. 'He has the most precise information on his target, including the detailed blueprint of the headquarters. I have a suspicion that this person also inserted Rusty's data into ZAFT's security system so he could get into the building itself.'

'If this person could get information on the NJC then there's basically nothing he can't break into.' Yzak muttered.

'You really think Rusty's wife's Novita van Ness?' Athrun's eyebrows furrowed.

'Why?' Yzak leaned forward.

'She's not your average kind of women, person to say the least.' Athrun said.

'Neither is Rusty.' Dearka muttered.

'She's got a notorious background.' Athrun continued. 'I've heard of her, you know how big Nessar is, they have business even in Orb.'

Yzak raised his eyebrows. 'Really?'

Athrun nodded. 'Novita van Ness doesn't fall for one man. She's the daughter of Herze van Ness and is fierce. She'll do anything to get her way and she's got a pretty impressive background, especially with the men.'

'You mean gigolos.' Dearka murmured.

'If Rusty's wife is her, I'd be disappointed, really.' Athrun shook his head. 'I don't think she'll need any protection whatsoever.'

'I'm rather interested in the bullets found in Miriallia's body earlier.' Yzak said, leaning back. 'I've gone through the reports from Firearms Forensics and they say the bullet had been severely altered. They estimate a series of alternations in the rifle itself, including the estimated range. From Shiho's report, the rifle is basically customized.'

'I'm not surprised, Rusty's a pro at altering sniper rifles.' Dearka said.

'I guess…' Yzak's voice trailed as he looked up at the ceiling.

'What does Shiho have?' Dearka asked.

'She's got something.' Yzak murmured, narrowing his eyes. 'I just don't know what it is yet.'

Dearka frowned. 'What are you talking about, how could she – ' he stopped at the ring of his cell phone. Taking it out of his jacket, he stood up and walked away, holding his hand up briefly in apology.

'It's got to be the missus again.' Yzak muttered. 'I still don't know if I've done the right thing, giving him that two week off.'

'Believe me, you did the right thing.' Athrun said, smirking. 'At least he's not dragging himself like an idiot for a change.'

'It's not exactly easy to get him moving when he's around his girlfriend either.' Yzak said dryly. 'You okay over there Dearka? Is it the missus?'

They both watched as Dearka snapped his phone shut. Turning, they shot each other a glance at Dearka's wavering amethyst eyes.

'What's going on?' Athrun asked carefully.

'Miriallia's missing.'

'Who are you looking for hottie?' She leaned onto Rusty and traced one manicured figure across his cheek. 'I've never seen you before, you're new around here?'

'Yeah.' Rusty smirked down at the women and grabbed her wrist. 'I'm here to see your boss.'

'What's your name then?' She whispered into his ear. 'You know he doesn't see just anyone.'

'Enzia.' Rusty said, looking down at her. Nodding, she wrapped her arm around his and pulled him across the crowded dance floor of Beatrix, the largest nightclub in town run by Quasim van Ness. He followed the women up three flights of steel stairs and walked down the hallway until they reached a steel door. Pushing it open, she led him in where Quasim was already sitting there with two of sidekicks Klaus and Daryl, surrounded by what they'd call themselves waitresses, but rather more like hookers.

'Russ.' Quasim greeted with a smirk, puffing on a cigar.

'Quasim.' Rusty couldn't help but frown at the smell of smoke as he sat down.

'Want a puff?' Quasim asked, holding out a cigar. 'It's a rare type I got from Earth.'

'No thank you.' Rusty held his hand out. 'I don't smoke.'

'You don't smoke? You've got to be kidding me.' Daryl sneered, tapping his cigarette over the ashtray.

'Don't force him.' Quasim said casually. 'Miquela, get him a scotch in rocks with a twist.'

'Yes sir.' The girl who led Rusty in purred.

'Can't smoke because of that bullet shot a few years ago?' Quasim asked, wrapping one arm around the girl sitting beside him.

Rusty shrugged. 'You can say that.'

Quasim narrowed his eyes. 'Really?'

Shrugging, Rusty thanked Miquela when she handed him the glass. Without a second thought, he drained it down. 'What did you want to see me for? We really don't have that much in common. You're practically the second boss of Nessar and I'm just an anonymous assassin.'

'You have more credit that you claim to have Rusty.' Quasim smirked. 'You do know you're kills make my path so much smoother.'

'Really?' Rusty crossed his arms and leaned back into the leather sofa. 'That I did not know.'

'You really have no idea who you're killing for? Why you're killing?' Quasim asked, raising his eyebrows.

Rusty shook his head.

'Not even Yzak Jule, Athrun Zala and Dearka Elthman?' Quasim sneered.

Rusty just smiled. 'No.'

'You really don't seem that innocent Russ.' Quasim shook his head. 'You really don't.'

'What do you really want me here for?' Rusty asked.

Turning, Quasim shot a glance at Klaus and Dyrl. Nodding, they led the protesting girls out of the room. When the door closed behind them again, the room was in relative silence except for the faint blaring of music outside on the dance floor.

'I'm just going to be honest with you Russ.' Quasim sighed, grinding his cigar butt into the ashtray. 'Nessar is breaking down.'

'I've got a vague idea.' Rusty said quietly. 'I get information from Lain.'

'You do?' Quasim raised his eyebrows. 'And what does she know?'

Rusty shrugged. 'A little of this, a little of that, nothing important I guess. I don't ask too many questions.'

'Right.' Quasim responded after a few moment of silence. 'The struggle between my Father and Giles' going to surface sooner or later and Nessar's going to be in very big shit by then. My Father is trying to expand is power into politics.' He paused and looked at Rusty, who returned the stare with raised eyebrows. 'That's why you've been ordered to kill the Jule, Zala and Elthman.'

'It's a political bargain, isn't it.' Rusty smirked. 'Typical, but why are you telling me all this?'

'I know you're more or less neutral Russ.' Quasim said. 'But I want you to take a side, my Father or Giles. I know you're hesitating.'

Rusty narrowed his eyes. 'Hesitating what?'

'To kill your three comrades.' Quasim said in a low voice, smiling. 'I'm giving you a choice here.'

Rusty's lips turned into a sly smile. 'You're on Giles side aren't you? You want to betray your Father.'

Quasim shrugged and sat back. 'We're talking about money and power here. Herze van Ness will lose it sooner or later, provided that he fails to meet the terms with Lamar Wyleed.'

'So you're saying if I don't kill the three, Herze's going to be in deep shit?'

Quasim smiled curtly. 'Most likely.' He leaned forward. 'You don't have much to lose Russ. You've been sent this mission for three months, it's obvious you're hesitating, you don't want to kill them. If you fail this mission, it's a mutual benefit and you may eventually be the biggest winner.'

'It is a very attractive bargain.' Rusty smirked. 'But do you really think you can trust a person like me? A person who married you're precious little sister and went on fucking with the sister you hate? You haven't exactly been my friend in the past two and a half years.'

'Two different cases.' Quasim said, raising his fingers in the air. 'The practical side of things usually wins. I want you on my side.'

'Aren't you being a little too honest here?' Rusty asked, pouring himself more wine.

'With you're wit, you'll do great things.' Quasim said in a low voice.

'And you think I'm not a threat?' Rusty countered, raising the glass to his lips.

'Oh, I think everyone's a threat.' Quasim sneered. 'But you run a risk in order to reap the maximum benefit. If you can help talk Lain into taking sides too…'

'She'll be of more use to you Quasim.' Rusty muttered, draining down the wine. 'I'll think about it.'

Quasim looked at him silently, then nodded. 'Fair enough.' Turning, he pressed a button on the side of the couch. 'I need to go somewhere but my car just broke down on the way.'

'Accident? Or…' Rusty's voice trailed, narrowing his eyes.

'I don't know, but I need a ride, you mind?' Quasim smiled, raising his eyebrows.

Rusty shrugged, eyeing him. 'Why not? But my car's basically a two seater with a dog seat, there's no room for your two sidekicks.'

'It doesn't matter, I wasn't going to take them anyway.' Quasim said standing up.

'Where do you want to go?' Rusty asked as they walked across the clubhouse's car park.

'My villa.' Quasim replied. 'I've got an appointment there.'

'I've never heard of your villa.' Rusty said lightly, unlocking his car.

'There's a lot of things you don't know about me Russ.' Was all Quasim said as he climbed into the car.

'Where are we going?' Rusty asked, gunning the engine.

'Take Highway 9 first.' Quasim replied. 'Mind if I take a puff.'

'Uh, sure, just make sure you open the window wide open.' Rusty said, steering out of the parking lot.

'Can you be more healthy?' Quasim muttered. 'Just like your wife, no smoking, no drinking, just water.'

Rusty snorted. 'You should see how empty our fridge is.'

Quasim eyed Rusty sideways while lighting his cigar. 'Is your marriage life as I predicted?'

'More or less the same.' Rusty said quietly. Unable to stand the smoke, he opened the hood of his convertible at a traffic light. 'I've got a question.'

'Shoot.' Quasim said shortly, puffing smoke out of mouth.

'Who's Lain's Mother?' Rusty asked.

Quasim took his cigar out of his mouth and hung it over the door. 'You mean you don't know?'

'What? It's a big secret?' Rusty asked curtly.

Quasim shrugged. 'Not exactly a big secret, just… it's not a good story and it put shame and disgrace to my Father, that's why she's been isolated by him. I don't know the details, just that her Mother used to be the whore of Nessar. We're from different Mom's by the way.'

'That's obvious.' Rusty muttered, hitting the highway, one hand on the steering wheel.

'Why? You're interested?' Quasim turned to Rusty.

Rusty shook his head. 'I was just a little curious, I've heard Marni talk about his aunt before.'

Quasim nodded. 'It should be Lacia's death day by the way, did Lain mention her at all? But I guess she won't. She hates her Mother.'

'I can see that.' Rusty muttered.

The rest of the ride was in silence while Rusty's mind kept jumbling with thoughts, from Lain to what Quasim had in mind. It was obvious that something was going on but Quasim was a smart person. The car problem was just an excuse, he wanted to pull him into something.

Damn it. Rusty cursed mentally as he pulled up against a small cottage that situated in the center of a ruined site, most probably from war.

'Thanks Russ.' Quasim smiled, stepping out of the car. Rusty narrowed his eyes as two sets of headlights shined in their direction. It was Klause and Daryl.

'Shit.' Rusty muttered under his breath.

'Right on time.' Quasim smirked, giving his two sidekicks a nod. Just then, a limo drove in slowly, parking itself right beside Rusty's car. The car door opened and an average height man with a receding hairline and a plump figure stepped out, wearing a black suit.

'Quasim.' He greeted, taking off his shades while his sidekick slammed the door shut for him. 'It's been some time hasn't it?'

'Of course Hassan.' Quasim smiled, shaking his hand. 'What do we got here?'

'Good stuff of course.' Hassan motioned for his sidekick to open the briefcase. 'You know I won't fuck it when we talk about drugs.'

'Exactly.' Quasim took the wrapped cigar from Hassan and handed it to Klause.

Frowning, Rusty watched as Klause rip the plastic apart and untwist the cigar head, pouring out the powder on the roof of his car.

'Who's this guy?' Hassan asked, looking at Rusty interestingly. 'Never seen him before.'

'He's our ace assassin.' Quasim introduced, shooting a glance at Rusty. 'Remember Karim Pesach?'

'Of course.' Hassan sneered. 'That fucker kept getting in my way so I paid Nessar to kill him.'

'Well, he's the one who finally got the job done in twenty four hours.' Quasim said.

Hassan raised his eyebrows. 'Really? You? It took Nessar three months to get that fucker killed! What's your name?'

'Enzia.' Rusty said curtly, glaring at him. 'Russ Enzia.'

'He's my Father's son-in-law.' Quasim added. 'My brother-in-law you can say.'

'Really?' Hassan took a step forward. 'How old are you son?'

'Twenty.' Rusty replied, trying to refrain from turning his head away at the man's disgusting breath. This guy had a serious smell problem.

'Nessar really has a lot of people, no wonder it's so big now.' Hassan laughed loudly. 'Herze really is the man.'

'How is it Klaus?' Quasim asked, looking over his shoulder.

Looking up, he smirked and raised a thumb up, sniffing. 'AA+'

A smile slowly spreading across his face, Quasim turned and held out his hand. 'We're great partners aren't we?'

'Of course.' Hassan shook his hand hard.

'Daryl.' Quasim called. Nodding, he hauled a briefcase up and opened it. Flipping open his cell, Quasim dialed a number quickly. 'Jevo.'

Rusty narrowed his eyes as Quasim gave orders to complete the transaction. Quasim was about to hand over the briefcase of cash to Hassan when another set of headlights shone from behind them, a gunshot following.

'What the hell is this?' Hassan demanded, his hands on his ears. 'It's not LF is it?'

'No.' Quasim narrowed his eyes.

'You really should be a little more careful bro.' Novita stepped out of the shadows with her arms crossed, a gun dangling from her fingers. Looking over her shoulder, she motioned for Vail. Rusty widened his eyes as he hauled a struggling girl out, a camera hung from her neck.

'Let go of me!' She screamed.

'Shut up bitch!' Vail shouted, throwing her onto the rough floor violently, the lens of her camera breaking.

'Who the hell is this?' Hassan demanded.

'I saw her snooping around this place.' Novita raised her eyebrows at Quasim. 'How can you be so careless?'

'It's nothing, we can complete the transaction now.' Quasim growled, turning to Hassan.

'Are you sure?' Hassan asked uncertainly, eyeing the girl.

'Yes.'

'I trust you Quasim.' Hassan took the briefcase from him.

Taking a deep breath, Quasim glared down at Novita who was smirking. Kneeling on the ground, the girl looked around with trembling turquoise eyes until they set sight on Rusty.

Widening his eyes, Rusty looked away abruptly, cursing.

It was Miriallia Haww.

End of Chapter 8
Next Update: 25th September, 2005

A/N: Reviewing will be nice.