A/N: Why are you here? Read the chapter!

Sorry for the use of more advanced technology than they might have had. Use your imagination. Also, just to make this more… realistic for the show, fax machines have to be used at a store.

Disclaimer: I am seriously thinking about paying for your therapy.

Stella woke the next morning right on time. She quickly showered and changed into a dark blue shirt that went three quarters of the way down her arms and had a two-inch triangle cut out of the collar. Her pants were black and her shoes were the regular boots. Not bad for the first day of work.

She heard a bell outside. Gasping, she ran into the kitchen and grabbed a paper towel. She quickly cut a piece of the cake Leon had made for her and ran outside. Unfortunately, she nearly ran into one of her new neighbors.

"Oh, sorry Mr….."

"Onigoma. You must be the new tenet, Stella Iceheart?" He said putting out a hand.

Stella shook with her free hand, even through she was inwardly cringing at the name. "Yes. Um… sorry, I'm late for work. I'll talk to you later."

Stella ran without waiting to hear the man's good-bye. When she was outside, she took a breath. Something about the man's aura disturbed her. It gave the impression that it was human, but was strange and seemed malicious. Shrugging, she took a bite of her cake and started to walk briskly down the streets.

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Abel woke up slowly, and would have slept longer if not for that accursed banging on his door.

"Father Abel, wake up! Stella told Tres to come get us, and now he's not going to leave me alone until we do. ABEL! WAKE UP!"

Abel groaned and quickly dressed, though not quickly enough.

"THAT'S IT! Father Tres, kick down this door."

"Wai" Abel was cut off by the door flying off its hinges and down to the floor.

Tres's head popped in. "Father Abel Nightroad, your presence is requested by Lady Stella Iceheart." Tres's referring to the girl seemed more complete with proper tiles installed.

"Yes." Abel said weakly.

"Here." Leon threw a Danish at him. "Eat while we walk."

Abel put on his shocked look. "How many times do I have to tell you? It isn't good for digestion to eat on the move."

The young man rolled his eyes. "You wouldn't have to if you would wake your sorry ass up." He started walking forward.

"Such language." Abel shook his head in mock-sadness. He began to nibble at the Danish and follow his young friend.

They found Stella in the room where they spent their time while they were supposed to be 'working' on reports and collecting data. The room had counters surrounding the perimeter and different chairs at each machine. There was also an island in the middle on the room that was used for general working. Stella was bent over a machine; her dark curly hair obscured her face.

"Lady Stella Iceheart, mission complete."

Stella looked up and smiled. "Hey guys. Tres, stop calling me Lady and Iceheart, I'm just Stella."

"Negative. Proper titles are required for the iden"

"Fine, call me what you will in private, but when I'm in hearing range, it's just Stella, or I'll rework your circuiting." Stella gave in. "We got a couple of faxes this morning, but I took care of them. Here Abel, I haven't read this yet; it's addressed to you. Anyway, I think it has something to do with our partner assignment." She handed him a manila envelope.

Abel took it and read it over.

Abel,

Upon reviewing things, I've recently come to realize that you, Tres, Leon, and Stella are the only ones qualified to go on actual dangerous missions. This being the case, there is no longer any point in assigning actual partners. I reviewed some of the qualifications lists. They are pasted below. The people first posted on the list are the most qualified, the last the least. You will notice that some people are not posted for certain missions. These people are only to be used in the direst of circumstances.

Low level danger (humans with weapons, weakened Methuselah, peaceful foreign affairs): Abel Nightroad, Tres Inques, Michael Leon.

Moderate level danger ( questionable foreign affairs, Young/inexperienced/slightly dangerous Methuselah): Abel Nightroad, Stella Iceheart, Tres Inques, Michael Leon.

Foreign Affairs: (affairs with Albion, the Empire, or the Unnamed country that are crucial to our gain of political knowledge/trust/alliances): Stella Iceheart, Abel Nightroad.

Exteme level danger: (Methusalah, unknown species, dangerous weapon/people and all that apply): Abel Nightroad, Stella Iceheart, Tres Inques.

Each person will go on missions as allowed. I prefer not to have anyone go out alone, it they must it will be Stella or Tres. Preferably Tres. No complaining. We cannot afford to loose anyone to running away, death or otherwise. You may show this to the others, but please refrain from allowing Leon to burst into my office. Though I have no control over Stella, I would like her to remain mute about her powers to outside society. I expect a report on all Stella is willing to share with us about her powers.

Cardinal Kate

Abel read over the paper twice. Apparently they trusted Stella as much as anyone else in the organization, more if you examined the list carefully. Abel handed the note to her, with Leon reading over her shoulder. Stella was done in seconds. She looked about ready to explode.

"Why would I…. Er…. I'm finally happy and then she practically says that I would run away. And the powers thing, come on! Like I would tell anyone about it. I'm not even going to tell her!" She crossed her arms and turned away from the men.

"Stella, that is just the Cardinal's way of saying that she counts you as on of us. Look at it in that light." Said Abel.

Stella smiled and said brightly, "You're right, Father Abel." There was nothing good in that tone.

She walked over to a stack of reports and picked up an empty sheet. She scribbled her name down a few times, and then started filling it out. A few minutes later, she handed it to Abel. Then she went to hold Leon back from trying to murder the Cardinal for not trusting him more. Abel looked down at the description of her powers.

Stella Iceheart is a Titan that is capable of everything a Titan is capable of to a degree that is the highest point yet achieved from the three Titan siblings and their parents.

Abel sighed. This was going to be a headache.

A/N: Well… likee? No likee? Cookies for anyone who can guess what's coming next.