Dear Reader,

Really short chapter here to tap off the week. I won't be updating tomorrow because I'm going shopping and the nearest city is over two hours away. And I'm really, really tired. I walked the quarter mile to the border of the farm where the strawberry patch is to see if anything was ready yet. Nope. Not yet... It may not seem that long of a walk, and it isn't. But try to make that walk barefoot through a bean field with the leftover of last years corn crop. Freakin' ouch. Happy to report that the wild plums are growing nicely and my brother's cat and my cat got together and had kittens! Yay! My brother's cat is named Peachy Keen she is striped and peach colored.. My cat is named OddBall, he is a grey striped calico. His mother, Stitch was a calico and his father, Endymion Gray was well... gray. The three kittens are cute. Orange Brandy is a striped orange. Coco Yoko is a black calico, really pretty and fox like with white tips on his ears and tail. My favorite though is Velcro. He looks just like his father, all grey and stripey, and suits his name. Whenever I hold him he clings. Like velcro. They are soooo adorable! Eeeek! My horse, Tommy a.k.a Pretty Boy, doesn't really know what to think of them. It's hillarious the way he's always staring at them and wondering what the hell they are. You can almost hear him thinking 'Hmmm... Mini fluff balls... What the..?' And my brother's rabbits just go psycho whenever they see them.

Okay... I'm rambling again... Ooops?

I do not own Gundam Wing... Although I do own Duo's hair. (measures it..) Yep.. Soon it'll be to my butt and it's the same color too. I even put weird stuff in my braid...

Kami-Crimson- Try me. Seriously. Once I start paying attention to a person the building could collapse and I wouldn't care because I'd be too busy concentrating on what they're saying.

Heaven Star- I know... S'okay... You should see my other fic Book of Days... Now that sucker has songs in it! My friends want to make a soundtrack. I've got a songlist almost thirteen pages long!

Thanks to my friends and reviewers. You rock. Thanks especially to my friends Whozit and Whatzit who are driving me to the city to shop. I have a list. ANIME AHOY!

SEVENTEEN DAYS UNTIL MY NINTEENTH BIRTHDAY! THE COUNTDOWN STARTS NOW!

Stay safe
Stay healthy
Sincerely,

Starr

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Quatre opened the door to his apartment and smiled his famous smile.

"Welcome, welcome! Come on in. It's been awhile hasn't it?"

"It has.." WuFei answered solwly. He didn't know Quatre all that well. Even though they had been Gundam Pilots and had shared numerous safe houses and mission they hadn't had all that much in common. At least not until Quatre's father was killed and he went berzerk for a short amount of time. Now they had a little bit more in common. Death. And a coulple of syringes of 'Perfect Soldier Syrum' as the war drugs had been jokingly called. The drug was still in effect for most of the pilots and more than likely always would be. The hightened senses. The quicker reflexes. The higher intelligence and learning prowess. Quatre was certainly the smartest of the bunch and had higher leadership skills. That was why WuFei had gone to him for help.

"Would you like something to drink?" Quatre asked, "Or would you like me to cut the politemess crap so we can get down to why you suddenly called me out of the blue?" WuFei had to smile at that. Quatre was perceptive, but you didn't have to be perceptive when a former almost enemy comes calling and says he wants to talk.

"I want to know if Heero left behind any personal documents. Wills. Diaries. Anything." He said. Quatre raised an eyebrow.

"Now this is sudden." He folded his hands and cocked his head to the side, "Why are you suddenly so interested?"

"You know as well as I do that Heero Yuy's death was no accident. I won't dirty his name by saying it was. No. He had it all planned out and I know there was more to it than a simple suicide." WuFei snapped, "There was more going on inside that head of his than he ever let on and I want to know what. I can't rest until I do." Quatre's other eyebrow went up, then he smiled and shook his head.

"And here I thought I was the only one who suspected something. But I wasn't clever enough to check through Heero's things. I know Relena still has most of his stuff. I'll do a check. It's been a long time since I went on a hacking spree. This should be fun. In the meantime I think we should bring all the old pilots together." He leaned back and stared at the ceiling, almost as if he were talking to himself, "This would be a great way to see if our skills are getting rusty. If we can pull this off without Relena finding out I'll buy everyone a round of drinks." WuFei couldn't help but smile at that.

"I hope you'll do a whole lot more than that." He said. Quatre grinned and it was a smile from the war. Sweet and mischievious and completely ruthless when put in front of a goal. The thrill of a good challenge was back. It felt as if something in side of him that had fallen asleep was waking up again. This was going to be fun...

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The next day the survive Gundam Pilots received the same message through a hacked and totally faked e-mail.

Come to the Statue. Come alone. There's something you should know that could be worth your while.

-Mr. Hawk

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"Hey, hey, hey! Lookie what I brought!" Duo chortled as he waved around a carton of chigarettes, "Now this brings back memories!"

"Before we get into that...!" Quatre interrupted, "Arn't you going to ask what this is about?"

"What?" Duo spluttered innocently, "You mean this isn't just a meeting of old war buddies feminiscing about old times?" Trowa rolled his eye (his other, of course, hidden by his hair.)

"If it were just that, I don't think we would've been instructed to come alone Duo." He said. Quatre and WuFei shared a look. WuFEi nodded and Quatre took a deep breath, wishing that he could have a cigarette right now.

"It's about Heero." The entire group fell silent.

"What about hime?" Trowa asked tonelessly.

"It's about his death isn't it?" Duo asked. Quatre smiled and WuFei had to fight the urge to join him.

"Well." He said, "Looks like the God of Death has more in that head of his than just hair."

"HEY! What does that mean?"

"WuFei came to me yesterday wanting to know if Heero had left any documents behind. Diaries, journals, logs, wills. Anything. He believes that Heero didn't just suddenly decide to kill himself. He probably had it planned for months."

"If we realized we were all thinking the same thing, we would've had this little get together MONTHS ago!" Duo blurted, "And I thought I was dense." This was followed by a graceful back bend to avoid the punch thrown by WuFei.

"As I was SAYING." Quatre interrupted again, "I think we should find out what happened. We all know that there was more going on inside Heero's head than we gave him credit for. He had a plan for everything. I think that this is just one of them. I mean, what do we really KNOW about Heero Yuy?" There was silence as they all looked from one to the other. No one really knew who Heero was. Or even if Heero was his real name.

"So you're saying that you want us to find out?" Trowa asked. Quatre nodded.

"This is just too interesting a safe NOT to try and crack. It could be the last mission of the Gundam Pilots. The challenge is, finding this stuff without Relena knowing. I think she knows a little bit more about what's going on and wants to protect us from it." They all shared a look. There was no one sharper at following what the Pilots were doing than Relena. A crazy smile was twitching at Duo's lips and the glint was returning to his eyes. Trowa cracked his knuckles and gave a small smile.

"So. What do you say?" Quatre asked, "Are you with me?"

"Operation: Finding Heero." Duo said, pulling out the cigarettes and passing them around. He lit a match and held it up.

"Anyone who is with us share in this flame." He said, "Anyone not will either keep his silence, or I shall silence him myself." The flame was equally shared. The life and hope returning to the eyes of the Gundam Pilots. Once again they had an acutal purpose in life. Something worth fighting for. Nothing mattered except that moment, all could end the next. Blood burned and sang as the thrill of living on the edge retuned to them. Even though Trowa was an acrobat that constantly put his life in danger by working without nets, he had never felt a thrill like this since the war. Even though Duo lived to help others and to see Relena survive each day, he had never felt such a need to live before. WuFei smiled ferally at the healling scar on his arm. The pain was fading as the will to survive returned. Quatre's quick brain was already going down the mental checklist of things he needed to do. He would also need to contact Commander Une and let her know what he wanted to do. No need to risk a lawsuit if this turned ugly and he was sure they would be interested as well. Especially Noin, Zechs and Sally. But that would be for later. For now they would bask in the joy of living once again. The Gundam Pilots were back.