Lacus Clyne. Daughter of Chairman Clyne, pop star and one of the most influential people ever. And she is here. In front of us. Talking to us. Wait…she asked us something didn't she. That must be why she is watching us with an expectant expression on her face.
"Um…could you please repeat that?" I ask, trying (and failing) to sound casual.
Lacus smiles. God, she has a nice smile. I can see why everyone loves her.
"I am trying to find my fiancé, Athrun Zala. Could you help me?"
Of course. Of course that's why she is here. For Athrun. Her fiancé. I don't understand why they're engaged to each other. Lacus could convince anyone to do anything, could get anyone she wanted to like her. And she chose Athrun. Why Athrun?
"He's probably gone to class already," says Yzak in a nonchalant tone, "We've got OS programming next. I could take you there, if you want."
"Thank you so much," says Lacus in her musical voice, "I can't tell you how much I appreciate this. May I ask you for your names, soldiers of ZAFT?"
"I'm Dearka," I say, "And this is Yzak."
"Nice to meet you, Dearka and Yzak."
As we take her down the corridor to our next class, she starts chatting to us about something or other. I think she said stuff about the new dress she was wearing, and her latest pop hits, but I kind of tuned out. I made some monosyllabic comments at what I thought were appropriate times, but I can't be sure.
We arrive at the door of the OS programming classroom, and I enter the passcode into the keypad on the door. It is probably one of the most restricted rooms in the academy. There is some expensive high-tech stuff in there. And if someone managed to break in there, they could probably hack into all the computers in the academy, if they were experienced. Most of the technology in the academy is linked together. The network is incredibly complex, but typing the write passcodes and demands into one of the computers could erase every bit of information and plunge the academy into complete darkness. Sounds scary, but the security is so tight here no one could ever break in.
Pushing open the heavy stainless steel door, Yzak, Lacus and I enter a brightly lit basement-like chamber, with massive computers all around it. Our instructor, is seated at one of the computers in the middle of the room, spectacles perched high on his nose. The rest of the class are crowded around him, probably seeing him type some complicated command into the system.
Most of the class looks up uninterestedly to see us come in, then do a double take when they see that Lacus is with us. The expressions on some of the people's faces are priceless. Athrun frowns a little, and looks confused. Again, I think that someone as famous and amazing as Lacus deserves better than that little twit, Athrun.
"Sorry to disturb the class," says Lacus in her high, melodic voice, "but I would like to see Athrun for a moment, if that's alright."
The instructor nods to Athrun, who leaves the room with Lacus. The door slams shut behind us, sealing off all hope of eavesdropping.