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Information: Sorry for the wait, I had trouble deciding where I wanted to start. I decided Une would be the best place. It's probably not edited well, since I'm doing this all on my own, on top of schoolwork, applications, and finals. Meh shit happens. shrug

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Lady Une finally gave in and sighed loudly to herself. She was tired and what made it worse was that it was because of paperwork… at a desk job.

She shook her head, it was pitiful. She decided to finally give herself a break, she had been sitting here since 8:00 in the morning and it was really late. Most of the personnel had already left but she was still here.

She was reviewing all the files on the newest prospective recruits. They needed the people but that was because the Preventers' Organization was rapidly expanding. Now that the wars were over and peace talks were well underway, the Preventers could concentrate on some of the more minor disturbances. Now they worked all over the world to keep things in order. They were even starting to branch out into the colonies.

She gave another quieter sigh as she stood at the windows in her office that looked down upon the busy street. So much had changed, those who were once young were now old and the old were now laid in peace.

As her thoughts wandered she drifted onto a memory of the end of the war and the five remarkable young boys that she remembered. For they were just that at the time, they were boys in age if not experience.

Now, those boys had become men. They had all made something of themselves. In some way every single one of them had vanished after the last few disputes had settled, and apparently all in different locations. They had isolated themselves. But within the year, they had come trickling back one by one. It was apparent that they had settled their pasts and come to terms with their present. Now that they had returned, they were ready to face the future. And face it they did.

Quatre Winner had taken his corporation to the top. What was already considered rich had become overly wealthy. But he was still the kind gentleman he had always been. The Winner Corporation had expanded exponentially if that was even possible and it was involved in over a hundred different charities. They were almost invaluable in the clean up after the War. Overall, Quatre was making a positive difference and he still kept up with his training. He was available for call at the Preventers if they needed his skills or any of the other former pilots.

Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy and Chang Wufei had joined the Preventers. And they were their best and top operatives. Trowa Barton had returned to the circus and his 'sister' Catherine. The troupe traveled a great deal, but he like all the others was available if need be. His traveling made him an invaluable informant.

All the pilots kept in touch. They had regular get-togethers not only just them but also the whole wartime group. None of them wanted the hard earned peace that they had shed blood and tears for, to be damaged in any way. They met on a regular basis and formed solid friendships. They couldn't be anything else with they had gone through together, no matter what side of the war they had been on. Sure there were some things that they couldn't forgive, but with time they allowed the war to fade into a memory, with time they allowed themselves to forget. None of them wanted those to come up again.

The commander of the Preventers organization pulled away from the window and the memories of war in days long past and the voices of the dead.

She strode back to her desk and settled in her seat once more. As she began perusing the files once more, the hour became more and more late, until it was minutes before midnight.

She was disappointed that none really stood out as all that remarkable… until one.

She looked closely at the file of one Harry James Potter-Black. It had all that they needed, with all the average necessities that the Preventer's required nowadays. But…

Just looking at the file facts, made him seem average. Just someone looking to use what skills they gained during the war. It looked like just another lost soldier looking to be useful. The Preventers had a lot of those types. They were at the worst average and at the best some of their second to the top agents, with the wartime group at the very top. They were usually worth hiring but the tide of recruits like those had slowed to a mere trickle so they weren't seen coming in as often anymore. It had become rare to find actual soldiers in the mix after the flood that came in when the organization first set up.

Then, Lady Une did what she was very good at, she looked between the lines and that reveled a whole other story. And what a difference that made. This person was more than just an average soldier. He was better. She wondered if he was good enough to make it to the top. The numbers were still average, but they were too consistent. There was little variation and that was peculiar. As she viewed the entire file, she learned more.

Whoever this man was, he had had much more training than his file let on. After she had viewed the whole file, she decided to get a look at the attached pictures. She gave a double take. There was one full body shot and another headshot.

She saw a slight, tanned man of average height. He had a head of messy black hair that was so similar to Yuy's that she wondered is there was some relation. His eyes were a deep, reflective emerald green that reminded her of Barton. He stood, straight and settled. She noticed that even in the photo, he rested just slightly on the balls of his feet, as if always ready for action. Always prepared, it reminded her of Yuy's title as the Perfect Soldier. She could see through his green button up shirt and black slacks that his body was toned with practice, the muscles obviously trained regularly. It was She decided to set him aside for a more thorough background check. Intriguing and peculiar she decided, and something that was plain out of the ordinary.

There was something about this man; he seemed to have the same magnetism that all the pilots had, though they would never acknowledge it. A pull that made them symbols even when they didn't want to be, a charisma that none of them were fully aware of, (except maybe Winner) and just something that made them stand out. This man had the same pull, just by looking at his image and those eyes with a thousand mile stare, she could see it.

She was looking forward to the required interview. This young man was new, different, and interesting in a life that had become far too monotonous. She had a feeling that this young man would become a much greater part of their live in the not so distant future.

Lady Une sat beck in her seat, the office dark and the hour late, and she gave a smile. It was the smile she had used during the war, one that had unnerved her opponents, and showed just how confident she was in her position. It was a patronizing, knowing smile. She had a feeling that things were going to be changing rapidly and she was the only who even had an inkling of what was to come and she couldn't help but look forward to the show.

"Harry James Potter", she mused silently to herself, "huh." The clock struck the midnight hour. The smile became a smirk.

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