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A Spy to the Gods

Section Three

The three-day shuttle flight to the Lagrange point five was as uneventful as one could expect. I was able to get a shuttle out of the Minerva after begging for one from Captain Gladys. They got me one. However she wasn't keen on lending me a pilot, so I told her I'd pilot it myself. At first she was reluctant, as well as her executive officer, one Arthur Trine. Again I had to convince her that I was fully capable of piloting the shuttle on my own. She eventually wavered, much to Trine's disapproval.

I figured the Captain to be righteous person. Trine on the other hand was a bit of a different story. From what I could pick up they seemed to debate over all matters. The Captain struck as me a sort of non-conventional military type. Although a Captain of a ship, I believe she would be willing to bend rules and regulations to get a job done. Mr Trine on the other hand, was looking to get up the rank ladder as quickly as he could. He struck me, as a bit of a suck up, doing anything to please his superiors to the point that he could be a blind obedient. He kind of reminded me of Director General Sieren, but without the backbone.

Over the three-day flight, most of it on autopilot, I wrote up my report for the past few days, from Armoury One to the Minerva. One detail I would've preferred to leave out would've been the interrogation of Rehfield, or more specifically what interrogation method I used to get the information I wanted. However, since Stoke said he was going to report that to Sieren, I might as well not lie. Although, it could be a ploy by Stoke, not intending to report it to Sieren, but making me believe he was going to. It would end up with me admitting it myself. In the end I chose to put it in. It wasn't worth lying about. I'm just glad Sieren doesn't know about what I did in Operation Prometheus. The rest of the report was filled with the details of what I saw and heard during my brief visit to the base inside Armoury One and my rather brief explanation from Captain Gladys. That didn't really matter though, as they could get hold of a more detailed battle report from ZAFT military.

It was evening when I arrived at the L5 colony of which the Centre was based. I had docked at the spaceport of which, security had allowed once I flashed my card at them. But not without giving me looks of disgust and distaste. I hadn't showered since I left for Armoury One. My hair was greasy, I reeked from the smell of stale sweat, and my face was unshaven. I felt as if I was contaminated. Something that was nagging me was the number of armed policemen there was at the spaceport; from when I last visited the security had seemed to double in numbers. I had withdrawn some money and booked into a four star hotel. The man at the desk didn't serve me at first. Ignoring me because of my appearance, and smell… probably. I got his attention at some point, when he got fed up of ignoring me and decided to ask me to leave. I told him I wanted a room. He asked if I was serious. I told him yes. Eventually he agreed when I gave him my 'name' and mentioned the code word. This hotel was regularly used by Centre, not that it was public knowledge, of course. I showered, shitted, shaved to cleanse my body. I had collapsed on the bed at about half one in the morning.

To pass the time I had switched the TV on, and that's when I first heard of the incident. Junuis Seven had collided into Earth. According to the well-groomed news anchor, the remains of Junuis Seven had deviated from its orbit in the debris belt, into a collision course on Earth. ZAFT forces were able to shatter the giant mass, however pieces had still fallen, scarring the beautiful green and blue sphere. Something in the news report caught me ears though, the Earth Alliance's man in the White House was claiming that he had hard evidence that ZAFT had forced Junius Seven out of it's orbit with the very purpose of crashing it into the Earth. I really doubted that theory. One more plausible theory was that a ZAFT nationalist splinter faction of some sort perpetrated the events. I suppose I'll get some answers from Centre.

The Earth's Naturals must be in uproar right now, screaming at their governments to do something about the Coordinator menace, and now that the EAF had got hold of the neutron jammer canceller, they may use nukes again. The use of Nuclear Biological Chemical warfare has always scared me shitless. I was lectured during Special Forces training on the effects of these weapons of mass destruction. The Alliance always had a grotesque fascination with weapons like that. Since they couldn't use nukes, they created the Cyclops System, used it twice in battle, and as well as killing ZAFT, they also sacrificed there own soldiers that were used as bait. I was glad I had joined Special Forces. If I had stayed a mobile suit pilot, I was sure that I would've been killed in that war. But that's not to say I got away unscathed being in the Special Forces.

Somehow, I felt an uneasy and sickening sense of relief because of these events. Centre would be falling over themselves to prepare for major counter espionage operations. The Secret Centre would also be expanding itself dramatically to not only to improve intelligence gathering, but to also conduct direct action operations against the EAF. I wondered if they might recreate Spectre again. With all this commotion, Centre and Secret Centre are going to want all the trustworthy people they can get. I'm sure that my job is now secure, hopefully.

I had slept quite well that night. Awakening at around nine forty five in the morning. That was too late for breakfast at the hotel restaurant, so I skipped that meal. I called in to the Centre to report to Sieren's secretary that I've arrived. She said she's call back later. To pass the time of the day, I went shopping for some decent cloths. I couldn't really turn up to the Centre wearing jeans, and t-shirt smelling of my body odour for the past four or five days. After some brief window-shopping, I purchased a relatively inexpensive suit, shirt, and a pair of shoes to wear for the meeting. The secretary called back telling me my meeting with Sieren will be at 3 o'clock. After a quick lunch at the hotel restaurant, I went back to my room to cloth myself with my new purchases. After that I briskly walked for half an hour to reach the steps leading up to the Centre.

Standing outside of Centre, I look at my watch; I've still got about twenty minutes or so before my impending execution. I might as well go in and wait. Maybe see if Stoke is anywhere around. I climb the steps up to the front of the building. I climb the steps slowly, checking my jacket pocket for my card to get inside the building. Outside the entrance are a small number of armed Policemen. They glance at me carefully, before going back to watching the front. I pass through the automatic doors at the top of the steps into the building's lobby. Ahead of me are some more armed Police, as well as the Centre's regular security guards, standing sentry beside the walkthrough metal detectors that stretch through the width of the lobby. The only way past is to pass through the metal detector or go through the door to the right wall that leads to the small security station, that can be seen through it's window. I walk up to one of the security guards just ahead of the metal detectors. I fetch out my card and show the guard. He takes a close look.

'Alright.' He waves me on.

'Thanks.' I nod to him as I pass through the metal detector. No alarms sound, I'm clean. I'm now in the main lobby; it's not too busy, just some office suits are loitering discussing the adventures of paper pushing. The floor is a polished, with a large emblem of the Centre in the middle. I proceed to the information desk to the left wall of the lobby. A young girl mans the high wooden desk. She's wearing a hands free phone headset. She looks like she's in her late teens with her carefully groomed brown hair tied back into a neat ponytail and clear complexion of her face, she seemed more suited as a fashion model then a desk job in the Centre. She sits on a black leather swivel chair behind a computer, typing away at. She stops typing when she notices me.

'May I help you sir?' she asks smiling with her made up, rouged lips. I can't help but stare for a moment.

'I have a meeting with the Director General at…' I glance at my watch '…three. Could you please direct me to his office?'

'Hold on I just need to check with his secretary.' She types something on the computer. 'One moment please sir.' She tells me as she waits for someone to answer. I just smile and nod, looking away for a moment back to the security guards and armed police at the entrance. I ponder at how the meeting was going to go. Would I be sacked? I could be assigned to the school as a lecturer? I highly doubted this, as I hadn't been in this business long enough for that. Maybe it would just be a slap on the wrist.

'Hello Alice, I have someone here…' She speaks into the microphone of the headset 'oh what's you name please?' She asks breaking me from my train of thoughts.

'Browning… Jack Browning, I'm with the Operational Section Four.'

'A Mr Browning, he says that he's got a meeting with Mr Sieren at three… oh right… okay then… I'll send him up immediately. See you later.' She types something on the keyboard. 'You can go up now.'

'Okay… how do I get there?'

'Oh yes… take the elevator at the end of the lobby to the fifth floor, follow the corridor to your left, then take the third right, his office is the door at the end of that corridor, okay?' She points with her finger to the three elevators at the end of the lobby.

'Got it.' I wave her a farewell as I make my way to the elevator. As I reach the elevator I press the button to call one of the elevators. One of them opens to my right. I step inside and press the button for the fifth floor. The doors shut and I feel a slight motion under my feet. After a few moments of waiting the doors opened on the third floor. Two short, bald and tubby looking suits with swimming pools under their armpits enter the elevator discussing arguing over something or other. I step to the back of the small elevator to give them room. One presses for the next floor up. The two don't notice me as they argue about some computer program. After a few seconds more of waiting, the elevator stopped at the next floor, and the two IT gremlins exit the elevator still arguing about the small matters.

The elevator hits the next floor, and out I step. I recite the girl's directions in my head over and over; left, third right, end of corridor. As I walked through the corridor, following the directions and dodging desk officers, probably complaining about strange phone calls they've heard from the operators of the notorious 'weirdo line', like that's anything new.

At last I reach the destination. The old style wooden door is ajar slightly. I push it open a little more to allow my body to get through. The room is relatively small. On the right side of the room there are three chairs with their backs to the wall. The walls are painted in a creamy white colour; landscape pictures are hung around the walls. To my right is a desk with a small and old women sitting behind of it, on a leather chair. The desk is littered with neat piles of paperwork, in/out trays, a computer, and a phone, complemented by a china cup and plate filled with tea. The room is filled with the sweet aroma of that tea.

The old woman looks up from her papers. Her face is sagged and wrinkled with age. Her green eyes looked tired and lazy. Her hair was an aging grey in curls that were cropped close to her scalp; it almost looked like an Afro of some sort.

'Are you Mr Browning?' she asks

'Yes.' I answer. The old woman reaches to an intercom on her desk At the far wall The, I notice the door with the engraving 'Director General DISC' with gold lettering underneath showing 'Mr K.J. Sieren'.

'Sir?' she speaks into the intercom.

'What is it Alice?' a slightly distorted crackling voice questioned with a tone hinting annoyance.

'Mr Browning is here for his three o'clock meeting.' The mention of time made me act, out of habit, to look at my watch. I'm early, still a few minutes to three.

'Send him in then.' The voice speaks in an authoritative tone, like that of a Military commander.

'You can go in now.' She points to the door. 'Knock first though.' She adds.

'Of course.'

I walk across the room to the door with gold lettering and knock three times with my knuckles. I wait for the reply before I enter; I think I've upset him enough.

'Enter.' I hear a voice say from the other side of the door, like before the tone is authoritative. I twist the doorknob and push the door aside slowly, revealing the Director's room to me for the first time. The walls are painted a dark green and decorated with portraits of various important persons from the last three centuries that I recognise from what I was taught in history. A bookcase rests against one of the walls, filled with various books.

'Well then? Are you going to close the door?' That military mannered voice asks. My parade ground manner kicks in as I snap to attention to face the officer taking drill. Sieren might as well have been taking drill; even though he wasn't wearing a uniform he looked military. His suit and shirt looked clean and carefully pressed to the point of being immaculate. Sieren raises an eyebrow and glances at the door then back to me. I close the door to, slowly. After that task is complete I approach his large desk Sieren is seated behind. Behind Sieren is the only window in this office, the sunlight nearly shut off by the blinds. The only other lighting is from the lamp on the desk.

His hair is near jet black in colour and combed back to look slick, no problems as long as it isn't doesn't too the collar, according to military regulations. He had no facial hair, not even one missed out of place hair could be seen on his face, he must shave just about every hour of the day. His face was thin looking, but not unhealthy. He looked as if he kept in shape, with no visible gut. Give him one year behind that desk and he'll have a head full of snow-white hair, a stomach the size of the rock on Gib', and heart that could give out at the slightest surprise.

'Now, now. Don't slouch about like a pregnant camel.' He orders, whilst he tends to put out a finished cigarette stub in the ashtray. I stand up a little straighter, putting my hands behind my back, similar to the military's 'at ease' position. He reaches into a silver plated cigarette case that lies on his desk, and places one of the white death sticks between his lips, lightening it with the distinct snap of a Zippo lighter. He reaches into a draw and pulls out an A4 sized file with the bland brown cover of a personal file. 'Don't smoke do you?' He asks whilst opening the file, my eyes snap from the file to his face.

'No sir.'

'I wouldn't have offered you one anyway. I just wanted to check.' He states taking a puff on his cigarette and blowing it in my direction.

'Is that my file sir?' I ask with some apprehension.

'Among other things.' He flips through the file slowly, glancing at each page for a few seconds before turning over to the next. Whilst he's doing all this, I just stand there observing him. The horrible feeling of anxiousness is still lingering in my stomach since this morning. I felt like the schoolboy that had been called in to the head teacher's office, not knowing what the schoolboy had done wrong to be called. 'Have you got your report?'

'Yes sir.' I reply, fishing out the disk that contained my report that I typed up during the shuttle flight. I place the disk on his desk, stepping back into my 'at ease' position yet again. Sieren picks up the disk from his table and looks at it with an almost childlike curiosity, before he throws it on the desk.

'Is that everything?'

'Yes sir.' I reply. He leans back in his chair linking his fingers and placing them across his stomach.

'You've been with us what? A year? Two?' He inquires.

'About eighteen months sir.' I correct him.

'And all that time you've been in Operational Section Four as a field officer?'

'Yes sir.'

'And how old are you?'

'Twenty one sir.' Shouldn't he have read all of this in my file? Must be trying to confirm the information

'That would make you the youngest field officer in Centre.'

'I suppose it would… sir.' I remember to add at the end. I might be young but I have the experience of being in Special Forces that most others lack Field officers come from all over. Most of Centre's field officers are volunteers from various people like the Police, a few from ZAFT and civilians off the street that have never even fired a gun before in their lives. The few civilians that do eventually become field officers usually apply for a desk officer or surveillance but show high standards that they are dangled the offer for a Centre field officer instead, but very rarely does this happen.

Even though field officers are a mixed bunch, we still have to pass the rigours of testing and training at the school.

'Do you know why I called you here?' He asks, getting straight to the point, to the extent of a guessing game.

'What do you mean?' I think I have some idea what he means, but I'd best try to get Sieren to tell me himself, otherwise I'd be spilling some information that he wouldn't need to know or want to know.

'Don't be such a feather head.' He calls me playfully. 'It must be important enough to be standing in the office of the Director General DISC.'

'Rehfield?' I guess. No point in playing him off now.

'You're not as naïve as you seem, just too heavy handed. And in my opinion, too heavy handed for Centre.' He tells me, his volume rising higher and higher.

'Rehfield withheld critical information that OS Four needed to prevent the theft.' I emphasised.

'I'm aware of that, but that didn't mean that shoving a wet towel down his throat was the best option to get that information. Besides it's not as if the theft was prevented, so it was completely unnecessary to carry out.' His tone was razor sharp now. I decided to give in, I was too 'heavy handed'

'I apologise for my forceful tactics and methods sir. I assure you it won't ever happened again sir.' I'm not sure whether I meant it or not.

'Did you tell that to Stoke after operation Prometheus as well?' His tone is still sharp. I can't help but have my mouth agape. Did he find out?

'What about Prometheus?' I'll try to get him to tell me again.

'Don't feign ignorance!' He snaps. I pushed him too hard. 'It's just come to my knowledge that you had done something similar during operation Prometheus. Why don't you tell me what happened five months ago? From the beginning.' This is it for me now. I might as well tell him everything.

'The beginning?'

'I only joined Centre four months ago. What I have is only on paper in the archives. Besides, I want to hear your version of events.'

'Very well sir. Five months ago we received advanced warning from one of our Section informants that the Blue Cosmos terrorist group…'

'Oh yes…' he cuts me off. '…Those puritan bastards who never give us a spare moment to spend to ourselves,' he reminds himself.

'Yes, those ones.' I took a breath. 'As I was saying, we got wind that they were trying to detonate a nuclear bomb inside one of the PLANT's at Lagrange Point Four. So we initiated operation Prometheus, a large scale pre planned op' that had been in the works for months and to be executed should a situation arise.'

'Continue.' He orders me as I take another breath.

'The plan was that OS Four along with co operation with the local police force to raid suspected Blue Cosmos safe houses and arrest anyone we suspect of being involved, under the CE68 Anti-terrorism Act and the CE62 National Security Powers Act…'

'Yes, yes, yes. Skip on ahead.' He interrupts irritably.

'I thought you said you wanted to hear it from the beginning?' What does this guy really want? What is he playing at?

'Easy Browning, just tell me what happened with a Guy Erby?'

'It seems that you know enough about this already, so why are you asking me?'

'As I said I want to hear you say it and your reasons for killing him.' His tone was getting sharp and irritable again. I scan my memories five months ago to what happened in holding room B on that early Tuesday morning.

'Erby was the head of the Blue Cosmos L4 Active Service Unit. We arrested him during one of the raids. Because of the lack of personnel at the time, I was tasked to interrogate him.' Sieren didn't look that interested anymore, like a man who's having to put up with same news over and over again. But I'll continue none the less. 'Everything started out okay no problems whatsoever despite a feeling that I had met him before. Then he mentioned it; Grozny. I remembered that he was once my inquisitor and tormentor during my captivity two years ago.'

I started to remember very vividly what I did to him when I remembered him. I was in a world of my own. Sieren's office had melted away to reveal that dark and dreary empty room of holding room B; with nothing more then a single table and two chairs to keep its occupant feel welcome. Erby was sitting in the chair. I was standing over him from the other side of the table. He was grinning as the memories of my inquisition flashed through my head. I drew my pistol and shot him twice, once in the stomach, the second in the chest and through the heart. A gurgling sound escaped his mouth before his body slumped forward onto the table with a thump. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air of the room, and the blood seeped from his now lifeless body over the table. It felt justified and righteous, I had no regrets.

'Who else knew of this?' Sieren interrupted me from the memory, must had been recalling it word for word without realising it myself.

'Oh… erm… Stoke and Liz… Liz Ryan.' I choke the words out. I had to be careful now, so as not to get either of them in trouble.

'And they covered it up?'

'Yes sir, we said that he attacked me and I had no option but to shoot him.'

'I remember reading that in the Prometheus report.' He finishes his cigarette and puts the stub out in the ashtray. 'Weren't you in a relationship with that Liz Ryan?'

'Was… I broke up with her after Prometheus.' And I've never been with anyone else since.

'Crying shame that. Well then let's wrap this discussion of ours up.' I felt more relaxed now that I got that off my chest. And I felt the present back to me in full again. 'Do you feel any remorse for what you did?'

'No.' I answered honestly. There was no point in lying anymore.

'If another of your captors appeared in this office, and there was a gun in your hand, would you shoot him?'

'Yes.'

'Even if I ordered you not to, would you still shoot him?' he asked. I took a breath.

'Yes.'

'Then I'm afraid there's no place for you here. I'm sorry Browning but I'm going to make an example of you.'

'Sir?'

'I'm officially decommissioning from the DISC. You should consider yourself lucky that you're not going to prison for murder. This service does not need a trial on its hands at such a time as this. This discussion will not go any further then these office walls.' He informs me in a serious tone, perhaps with a sense of sympathy, but I wasn't sure. I look to my shoes, trying to decipher what I should do now. 'I hope you understand, but this isn't some Gestapo, KGB, or Stasi organisation I'm running.' I understand, however he doesn't understand the pain I felt two years ago, that drove me into the rage that killed Erby.

'Of course.' I whisper. I drop the 'sir' since I'm no longer an officer of Centre and therefore Sieren is no longer my boss.

'You are to report to Operational Section Four where the Director will go through the process with you.'

'I have my sidearm in my hotel room.'

'I'll get someone to pick it up and hand it in. You can leave now.' I nod as I retreat from his desk and towards the door.

I storm out of the office, slamming the door to his secretary's room angrily, making sure my exit is now well known. I stalk my way back to the elevator, hastily pushing a the button for the ground floor before I even got into the elevator, just so I wouldn't be confined with the IT gremlins. I let out a brief sigh of relief seeing the doors close before anyone else could get inside. I rest my head against the wall of the elevator as I take breaths slowly and deeply try to control my concoction of emotions that were engulfing me at this very moment. I feelings of anger and rejection were eat me away. What if I had said no instead? Would he have kept me on? Have I fallen into a trap of his? I'm such a fool.

I hit ground floor. I exit the elevator barging past to suits that were in front waiting for it to reach them. I continue my small rampage through the lobby, past the security guards and out of the doors. I take in a deep breath, restraining myself from taking one last look of Centre. I slowly walk down the many steps, my eyes cast downwards.

'Hello lad, you look like shit.' I hear a voice say to my left. I turn to head to look at who the person is. It's Stoke. He was wearing a suit similar to the one I was wearing, although his was mostly hidden by the large over coat.

'That's the most reassuring sentence I've all day.' I truly smile for the first time today. 'Always good to see a true friend.'

'Shall we walk?'

'Sure.' We walk over to a local park just down the road. A Gardner was trimming the grass. School children played. Families had picnics. Nigel and myself sat on a bench over looking a small lake.

'You get the sack then?' He asks, breaking the silence.

'Yeah…' I sigh. 'You?'

'I resigned.'

'Resigned? But you're a career intelligence officer, you should have Sieren's job.'

'He was giving me quite a bit of flak about losing those three new mobile suits. I told him to go to hell. I don't want to work under him anyway.' He lets out a deep breath. 'How about yourself?'

'Oddly enough, he played out more like "agony aunt" then "vicious bastard".'

'He must've liked yer.' He chuckled, which I joined in on.

'Yeah right, he told me that there's no place for me in Centre.' The bastard.

'Because of Rehfield?'

'As well as Erby.'

'You didn't tell him about that did you?'

'No, you only reported my encounter with Rehfield didn't you?'

'That's right.' He shrugs. 'You know I'm sorry about that.' He adds after a short pause.

'I know you are. What's really going to keep me awake at night is just who leaked the information about my incident with Erby?'

'The only other person who knew was Liz, but… it can't be her'

'True, she's had five months to report it, why would she do it now?' I asked myself. Could it be because I broke up with her? Can't be, I've known her since I joined Centre and she's not the type to extract revenge like that. Although, women are the most deceiving species' in the world today, that's why they make excellent spies.

'Probably because she didn't.' He informs me sternly.

'Well there's the possibility that perhaps they dangled a promotion in front of her to get her to talk?'

'You're being naïve!' He snaps. 'How could they get her to talk about something they hardly have a clue on?'

'There could've been a secretive internal investigation into Erby's death.' I reason. 'Think about it…'

'Listen Jack!' He exclaims. 'I've got a good friend inside Centre's branch that work the internal investigations, he's kept me up to date on anything that might be of concern to my department, he's assured me that an investigation wasn't in the works for Erby's death. He told me the previous Director General thought that it would be an insult to the Section to have them investigated after they successfully prevented the "device" from going off.'

'How do you know your "friend" isn't feeding you crap?' I counter.

'Because we go a long way back, I can trust him with my life if needs be!'

'Sure.' I still wasn't convinced. It's good to keep an open mind at times while working for Centre. But at some point you've got to narrow it down by collecting evidence and information. What Stoke was lacking in his argument was evidence. I wasn't going to take the word of someone I've never met before, especially if they work internal investigations.

'Now, now we should stop this bickering. Does it really matter?' It didn't. 'We're both out of Centre and there's no going back to it either. Stop letting it eat you away.'

'What are you going to do now?'

'I think I'll go pay my ex-wife a visit.'

'Belinda?'

'Centre destroyed our marriage.' Whatever you want to believe. 'You know I gave you some advice when you first started here?'

'Never get married.' I recited.

'Bollocks to what I said, your out of Centre now.' He chuckles. Again I join him.

'No I think I'll still live by that advice.' I still remember how ugly my parents' divorce was a decade ago. 'Are you going to give your marriage another try?'

'Belinda told me to call her once I left the job.'

'You better shave your moustache off then.' I poke fun at him. He gives a light chuckle.

'Noted. What about you? What are you planning on doing from now on?'

'I'm not sure myself.'

'You know… I hear ZAFT Special Forces Command are falling over them for ex-SF to train and lead the reconstruction of the SF units. And you are the only surviving member of Spectre Detachment as well.' Damn him for bringing that up. 'Don't be surprised if you get head hunted.'

'I think I'll pass. I still remember the betrayal by the ZAFT. I don't care if they do claim they're a different lot to the previous leadership.'

'If you did re-enlist you'll be sent to Earth for sure. The Earth Alliance are serious about this war, and now that they've got the Neutron Jammer Canceller, you can be sure they'll be launching nukes at us again.'

'Even so, I'd prefer not to. It'll bring back bad memories'

'Well then, this here is perhaps my last piece of advice for you; don't drink. You'll never stop and soon you'll end up sleeping in a bed set.'

'Noted.' I smirk.

He looks at his watch briefly and then he stands up. 'I've got an appointment to go to. I doubt that we'll ever meet again.' He holds his hand out in front of me.

'Be seeing you.' I reach out and shake his hand firmly with my own. I wave farewell to one of my true friends, that I've had so few of in my life, as he walks down the path back into the real world.

Endnote: Section Three completed. I know I said that I'd wait until it nears the end of Destiny to start work on this fic again. But I think that I've had some time to think that I could do this chapter and a few more without diverting from the original story of Destiny. And (hopefully) those chapters should be finished by the end of Destiny then I can carry on, no problems. Anyway, please review.