CHAPTER 7
A/N: You know, don't own, just write.
As Mit pulled up the long driveway towards Quatre's home, he couldn't shake the feeling about his tail. He knew that the man had followed him all the way home and then was behind him all the way to the mansion. He did every move that he knew to lose the guy, but the car stayed with him.
"Guy's persistent, I'll give him that." Mit said to himself.
The good thing is, this guy was still a bit of an amateur. Mit knew he was there, and if need be, he could handle the threat as needed. Mit pulled to the front door to be met by the butler.
"Master Quatre is waiting for you in the study, Master Rath. It's straight through the hallway ahead of you, second door on the left." The man said.
"Thank you." Mit said with a polite nod.
When Mit entered the study, he saw Quatre sitting behind a big oak desk looking at some building schematics. Almost immediately, Mit saw a shadowy figure standing in the corner in the shadows. He immediately knew it was Heero. He didn't acknowledge him, for fear that someone, say a tail, was watching with binoculars and a laser microphone.
"Commander Rath, thank you for coming and being my guest. I hope the drive wasn't too terrible."
"Thank you, sir, for inviting me; and not the drive wasn't bad at all; quite pleasant actually."
"I'm glad to hear that. Would you like something to drink, maybe water, wine, or soda?"
"Tea please, if you can." Mit replied.
"Certainly. Please join me in the tea room, and it will be brought to you." Quatre gestured to the adjourning room.
"Thank you, sir." Mit smiled as he followed Quatre.
He saw that Heero had positioned himself next to the door for quick access. When he entered the room, Mit saw that the room had no windows. That was good news, since the tail was probably outside the house. As soon as the door closed, Quatre spoke.
"The room is shielded. We can speak freely here"
"That's good to hear, because I have had a tail since I arrived at the Preventer's office. I attempted to lose him en route, but this guy is good. He knew a counter to my maneuvers. I think the guy might know our training, or may have received the training himself."
"We will deal with that as necessary. But right now, we must discuss more important matters. Where are we with the pictures?" Heero began.
"Well, I have dissected everything I can from them." Mit started.
"Whoever these guys are, they are good."
Mit didn't bring up that he knew who had the skill to do it, because it would make him a possible suspect, and the people with these skills, are all dead. He was the last person alive that he knew of with the skills that could match this training. He has done everything that he could to hide these skills and start anew. He wanted that part of the war and his life left in the past.
"We received some new info from Zechs that could shed some light on who these guys might be, or who may have trained them." Heero said.
"Who?" asked Quatre.
"A group known as the Elites." Heero said.
Mit felt his spine unconsciously stiffen. Luckily, his training taught him to keep any visible discomfort hidden. He should have known Zechs would have figured it out, but he figured that all of the Elites, his teammates, were dead. The last team he was with was sent on a recon mission in the middle of China, never to return. Mit was grounded due to being injured during a training exercise. That was where he met his ex, Corrine. He ended up having to attempt to protect the hospital from an attack by a Gundam, only to lose. Luckily, the ejection system worked. He decided to re-invent his identity and find another way to fight in the war, which he did.
"Mit, did you have any dealings or hear of them?" Heero asked.
"Rumors. Nothing more." Mit replied.
"Whoever these guys were, they were good at keeping who they were secret." Quatre stated.
"Yes. Zechs said they're as good at covering their tracks as we were during the war. They were also experts at guerilla warfare and assassinations. They were the ground version of the Specials in OZ." Heero said.
"It's frightening to think about how good these guys are. They seem to be almost on par with the Gundam pilots." Quatre said.
"Only at ground warfare. They have the basic mobile suit knowledge, but that's it." Heero said.
"In this day and age, with the destruction of mobile suits, it's becoming a guerilla war." Mit pointed out.
"True. Can you get anything else from these pictures?" Heero asked Mit.
"No. It would be different if I was actually there. I've learned all I can from the pictures. Without physically handling evidence and seeing the scene in its whole, there's nothing more I can do."
"Well, let's turn to a different matter. Your tail, Mit. What do you know?"
"Male, Caucasian. About 6 foot, 230 pounds, all muscle. He's good I'll give him that. I pulled every trick I know and then some that I thought up on the fly, but he's stuck with me. Whoever this guy is, he's been trained well. He may have the same training as the Preventers, or even the Elites trained him."
"Well, if it's Preventer training; that could mean two things: one he received training at the Preventer's academy, which widens our possible infiltration problem, considering almost every local and regional law enforcement agency uses it to train their officers." Heero pointed out.
"And two?" Quatre asked, already knowing the answer.
"He is a Preventer agent." Mit replied.
"Yeah." Heero replied.
Heero knew that Mit didn't know that he already knew the possibility of the Brotherhood had infiltrated Preventers, but didn't say anything because it could lead to Relena. While the men continued their meeting, Marks was outside the house trying to locate them, luckily being unsuccessful. Marks did know one thing: they were having a secret meeting. That could only mean that Rath knew Winner.
"But how?" Marks wondered.
He would have to figure that out later. Right now, all he could do it wait until Rath came out and he could continue his tail. Rath had tried to lose him, and almost did. Luckily the training he had helped him keep up.
"Whoever you are Rath, you're not just a Preventer. You're something more."
The moves Rath had used were more than what Preventers teach their recruits, but there was no way that he was a member of the fabled Elites. They were all dead, except for his boss. This mission was turning into an interesting job.