Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, and I don't own the song or song title "Bed of Roses" by Mindless Self Indulgence. Oh but this "Rick" is all mine -evil grin-.

AN: Okay I was totally worried about screwing up this chapter, which probably attributed to the time it took to right. I feel there's a lot of expectancy with this chapter. Yes, yes I know; your best is good enough. But! Me being me can't take that, but you know what after listening to some speed metal I felt I could do this hehe.

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Bed of Roses

Chapter 10: "Mission Ignition"

"Screw you, the sentiment's the same it always was"

"We'd stayed up all night, but we got it done Heero," Sally grinned wearily as she handed Heero a crisp brown folder.

"Yes, it's all there. I'd still check it over of course, but you can rest assured I personally went over everything three times along with a reluctant Sally," Une grinned too, eyeing Sally teasingly. She herself had an air of fatigue about her but both women looked very pleased with their work.

Heero shook both their hands firmly and gave them a thankful nod. "Great work. I knew I could count on you two. I apologize again for the short notice."

Une waved him off. "I don't mind, not one bit. I'm actually pretty much relieved this whole thing will be going down sooner than we planned. Uh, however, I do have a little disconcerting news. Milliardo came over with Noin last night demanding answers."

Heero frowned. "And what did you tell him?"

"Well I told him everything of course. Why shouldn't I?" Sally shrugged, answering for Une.

"Maybe because he's the one that put Dorothy in there in the first place?" Heero replied impatiently, his scowl only deepening.

"And I bet now he wants to come along and disrupt everything," Heero added, his displeasure at the thought clear in his voice.

"Well Heero, Milliardo has a pretty hefty military background himself. And we all know he had his own personal operation of covert--remember the mask? I think if he joined you tonight it wouldn't be a bad addition," Une shrugged.

"And also, I mean he was angry, but rightfully so. We all assumed he was too emotionally unstable for anything, but aren't we all emotionally strained right now? I believe his determination to get Dorothy back to her old self again can be chalked up with yours and Quatre's. We've unfairly kept a fellow friend in the dark," Une stated finally.

Heero grit his teeth in agitation. "By why now of all times do we have to cater to Milliardo's "emotional state" as if his time of the month has finally rolled around? Well I don't have time for it."

At that point, Wufei walked into the room after using the bathroom. He looked at everyone's faces and scowled slightly in confusion.

"What's going on here? Why does it look like everyone has a bad taste in their mouth? Ah Heero, is that the information I have to use in the switch?"

Everyone turned to look at Wufei. Sally grinned and ran over to Wufei, tackling him into a hug. Heero waited before his answer because Wufei was now screaming for Sally to unhand him and there was no way Wufei would hear him at this point.

Une put a hand to her mouth and covered up a smile. Heero crossed his arms and waited.

"Can't you see we're busy right now woman! Get off of me! Off! OFF!" Wufei yelled, squirming out of her grasp and lifting her off of him.

Sally giggled and grinned, finally relenting and standing up on her own two feet. "Oh Wufei dear, I missed you."

"I'm not sure if I share that sentiment yet," Wufei spat with some exasperation, rising to his feet too and dusting off imaginary dirt.

Sally grinned with her hands on her hips and in one last act of mischief leapt forward and kissed Wufei right on the cheek. She jumped away less than a moment later and ran off laughing to the kitchen. "I'll be looking for Relena! I'm hungry!"

Wufei stood there with a shocked and peeved expression on his face, his mouth wide open and his body disturbingly rigid and emotionless.

Heero shook his head and walked over to him, tapping the folder on his forehead. Une giggled and walked off to help Sally wake up Relena at the early hour of 7:30 am.

"WOMEN! WHAT IN THE HEAVENLY HEAVENS IS WRONG WITH THEM! THEY CAN'T KEEP THEIR HANDS TO THEMSELVES NOR CAN THEY KEEP THEIR MOUTHS SHUT. WHY IS IT MEN WERE DOOMED TO THIS TOR—" Wufei screamed at the top of his lungs as Heero jarred him out of his immobility.

"Shut up Wufei and look these over. These are the documents; you check them over and call Hilde to get her over here. Please beg her not to bring Maxwell but who really knows if she can keep that ball of insanity from coming," Heero sighed, successfully having interrupted Wufei's rant. He walked off to the study for his laptop.

Wufei pursed his lips in irritation and spun on his heel. He stalked off after Heero mumbling profanities in Chinese.

"Where's the phone! And I will not be reduced to begging those estrogen-filled maniacs to control their infuriating husbands who are no better than trained monkeys at a circus!" Wufei yelled after Heero.

"Hello Wufei. Good morning to you too," Relena grinned as she sleepily walked down the stairs followed by a grinning Sally and a smirking Une.

Wufei glanced at them, stopping in his pursuit. He refused to look at either Sally or Une and only kept his eyes on Relena. "Where is the phone? And no it hasn't been a good morning," Wufei frowned.

"There's one just outside of the study and I hope you'll stay for breakfast," Relena smiled as all three of them walked past him. Wufei had already begun to stalk after Heero, his ears filled with the giggling of the three girls. He swore he heard someone blow him a kiss.

"I'm faxing over the information on the nurses now. I've singled out the nurse you need to replace. She's directly involved in the transportation of Dorothy's files for the doctors and delivers her the "medicine. She's just one of three, but she resembles Wufei the most with dark eyes and hair. I think she may be Chinese as well, but I'm not sure," Trowa stated, talking to Heero over a vid-phone from his house.

Heero nodded. "Thank you Trowa. We'll look this over immediately."

"Have you finished mapping out the hospital and planned an entry and escape route? I'd be interested in knowing both," Trowa asked.

"Yes actually; we completed that last night. I'll wire you the information into your hard drive so you can pull it all up yourself. It's a three dimensional image and should be very helpful. By the way, did you know that Milliardo has now been fully informed of everything and I even have a feeling he'll be making an unwanted appearance tonight?" Heero grimaced.

"Yes actually. He called Quatre and he has been informed of that too. Not everything, but enough to know when and where. To be honest, it shouldn't be that much of a problem unless…" Trowa trailed off.

"Unless what?" Heero asked, still looking very unhappy.

"Unless you two can't keep your hands to yourselves and your comments as well, successfully avoiding unnecessary commotion," Trowa replied, raising one visible eyebrow.

Heero narrowed his eyes slightly. "I can keep my emotions in check. I would be worried about Peacecraft. However, I have been forced to work alongside people I don't like and I guess I can do it again."

Trowa's mouth formed into the softest of smiles, thinking Heero might have been hinting at the braided "baka" as he affectionately called him.

"Good. I'll be counting on you to do that. I'll get back to you on what Quatre says about what Milliardo is doing. I'd only concentrate on organizing that data and getting Wufei ready for now," Trowa offered.

"Alright. Great. Signing off," Heero replied, and left still looking a little peeved.

Trowa shook his head and looked up at his clock. "Only 9 a.m...hmm. Well Quatre should be up. Time for another call."

Trowa dialed in the familiar number and within a couple rings his blond comrade's face appeared on his vid-phone.

"Good morning Trowa. How are you?" Quatre greeted him, a worn-out smile upon his face but still as pleasant as always.

Trowa felt the smallest hint of amusement at the stark difference between speaking to Quatre and speaking to Heero.

"I'm fine Quatre and I hope you are too. So, thought up a plan to get rid of the doctors yet? Or any use for Milliardo?" Trowa asked immediately, not one to beat around the bush as usual.

"Yes and yes actually," Quatre smiled happily, looking very pleased with himself.

"I decided that the doctors will be taken aside to speak with some ESUN officers on some "suspicious activities." Of course they'll act confused, and they should be. However, it's our job to have them say something that will hold enough water to have them be held in custody for a few days. Once that happens, we can have reasonable cause to transport Dorothy out of such a shady environment; one for her image, two for safety reasons. It shouldn't be very hard to prove," Quatre grinned.

"Milliardo will be wearing a wire and he will be one of officers. He has been seen the least and I doubt he'd have much trouble in altering his appearance. In fact, he told me he hasn't shaved in a while anyway and by this morning he says he should look pretty different, even to Relena."

Trowa nodded, taking it all in gradually. "So, should I be one of these officers too just to make sure a certain former prince doesn't blow his top?"

Quatre grinned again. "Nope, it will not be necessary. I thought it was pretty odd that Noin hadn't volunteered herself for anything so I asked her if she'd like to be one of the interrogating officers. Since she's of such high rank along with Milliardo, they will have ample…liberties. However, Noin's cool and calm personality will be able to keep the Lighting Prince settled down no matter what it takes."

"Good, because I had something else in mind that I wanted to do…a side mission if you will," Trowa added before changing the direction of conversation once again.

"Do you think we'll really be able to get them to say anything incriminating enough?" Trowa asked with the smallest hint of skepticism in his voice.

"Yes. Maybe not Dr. Cadan, but definitely that Dr. Sterling. Did you see that guy that day? Totally out of control; he'll slip up, Cadan will reprimand him, but it'll be much too late."

"I agree. Good work Quatre. We can always count on you. One more question though, what will you be doing?" Trowa asked, this time with obvious curiosity.

"I'll be in the office all day of course. I'll be going over to Relena's today to do some last minute going-overs with Heero in person. But, to be honest, I don't know yet. I might just bury myself in my work to be available to the office to you know," he sighed, "keep up appearances."

"Relena will be doing the same. I might just tell the office to call me at her office so I can go over her house and stay with her. Heero would probably prefer that anyway."

"It's unfortunate you can't be there tonight, but perhaps it's best," Trowa said, hinting at Quatre's emotional state also, and Quatre nodded in agreement, catching his meaning.

"I'll see you around Quatre. I have some planning to do also. What I do depends all on timing," Trowa stated, hanging up.

"Yes, later Trowa," Quatre replied to his now dark screen. Quatre sighed once again and returned to his paperwork.

'I hope I planned this as well as I think I have.'

"We're here. Maxwell don't talk. Wufei, Trowa will be doing a last minute check over your communication equipment, and uh, Hilde you can check how he looks. I'll be setting up my equipment. Zechs, you know what to do. What Quatre and you spoke about is all in your hands now. Noin, you too," Heero stated with calm efficiency.

"Oh yes, and one more thing—Maxwell don't talk."

Everyone nodded and Wufei scowled, saying nothing and getting out of the dark and conspicuous vehicle so he could be properly "looked over." It was 9 o'clock p.m. and mission time.

"I understand completely Heero. Shall we?" Noin asked, pointedly looking at Milliardo. He nodded, saying nothing to Heero and exiting the vehicle after the other three. Duo immediately bounded up beside Heero.

"Well, thank god you have a sensor on Hilde. The other screen is mine right? I get to watch the movie too?" Duo grinned, looking around for the other laptop.

Heero growled softly. "I thought I told you not to talk. Yes, and yes. This isn't a movie either. This is a highly sensitive operation and if you bump me once and screw up my concentration, so help me God I will—"

Duo yawned, interrupting him. "I know, I know Duke Nukem. Don't get all commando on me. I've done quite a few missions myself if you haven't forgotten. Now I'll be right here on your right and you have the left side aaaall to yourself," Duo said, speaking to Heero like he was a child.

Heero scowled. "Yes, whatever. I have a gun on me Maxwell and if I need to shoot you to save this mission, I'll do it."

Duo grinned. "I know. You would wouldn't you?"

As the two war buddies argued inside, Wufei, Trowa and Hilde stood outside their dark colored van under the deep shadows of the nearby grove of the hospital.

Wufei stood there with his arms crossed and an unhappy frown. Hilde grinned, placing a hand on her chin and tapping her foot in mock thought as Trowa busily moved around Wufei double-checking his equipment.

"Hmm, I don't know, that mascara doesn't quite do it for you Wu—" Hilde began, barely smothering a chuckle.

"Woman, must you be as annoying as your primate? Just tell me if my chest is on straight and my nether regions are not showing and I'll be fine," Wufei interjected with aggravation.

"Okay," Hilde agreed simply, a Cheshire cat grin still clearly on her face. She slowly walked around Wufei this time, seriously examining him the second time around.

"Alright. You're fine. You look good actually," Hilde smiled. "Not quite me, but good enough."

Wufei actually did look good. They'd all grown quite a lot since the war, but Wufei had only grown nine inches more to stop at 5' 10" from about 5' 1" before. All the pilots had been roughly the same height before, but nonetheless, Wufei had grown the least (but to his credit and his private satisfaction, he was taller than Sally by one inch).

It was actually a good thing this time because Hilde was not very tall herself—5' 3". She was wearing heels tonight, bringing her height to a grand total of 5'6". It was alright though; the nurse she would be replacing wore heels and only came to roughly the same height also.

Wufei's small stature helped him assimilate more to the female he was to imitate and diverted from his height difference. This was all going to be done at night anyhow, so it didn't matter much.

Relena and Sally had not been allowed to touch Wufei's hair (to their disappoint), but his hair was already enviously straight and gorgeous. Just for tonight, he had let it out of its ponytail. Hilde actually felt like she had a small crush forming for the normally unapproachable young man, but his other feminine additions kind of interfered with Hilde forming a good image of him in her mind.

His hair framed his heart-shaped face perfectly, softening his chiseled, aristocratic features. Relena had applied a faint, pink lip gloss (unscented by Wufei's request) and Sally had done the daunting task of his eye make-up.

She had delighted in bringing out his eyes, applying a thicker line of mascara on his top eyelids and slightly extending the line right outside of his eye. She'd done a soft shimmer of silver eye shadow around his eyes, and a clear glittery eye shadow further off towards his temples.

They'd applied the faintest, slightly rosy and peach blush to his cheeks and admired their handiwork afterwards. Wufei had interrupted their daydream and told them to hurry up and finish with the rest of him.

They fitted him with a pair of C-cups to Wufei's silent anger, and the nurse's outfit that ended up being a bit fitted--they swore it must have shrunk in the wash.

After a thirty minute battle, they'd convinced Wufei to wear at least knee-highs for stockings and it was an understated flesh color once again. On his feet he had on black, one-inch heels, and a pair of clip on, blue studded earrings and a few silver bangles to complete the outfit.

To match the other nurse's eyes, they fitted him with dark blue contacts without a prescription. He had refused to match his posterior to the other nurse's as they'd tried to force a fake bottom onto him also. He said it wasn't a fashion show—it was an undercover mission for crying out loud.

"You know, keep that scowl. You kind of got the model look down pat," Hilde giggled, giving him a wink turning around and tapping on the van door. It immediately opened and Duo poked his head out.

"How do I look Duo?" Hilde asked this time, only trusting her long time boyfriend to give her the most thorough look over.

Duo climbed out the car and pulled her into his arms. He nuzzle his lips into her hair, "You look so adorable. I could just eat you up."

Hilde chuckled quietly, gently breaking their hug. "My hair Duo. Now you have to stand back and look at me," she ordered, moving a few feet a way and turning slowly.

Duo was taking his sweet time to look over Hilde. Heero shoved him to the side and gave Hilde a good once over, tired of their little antics.

"You look fine. Now let's go people," Heero ordered gruffly, pulling Duo back in by the shirt and securely shutting the van door.

Trowa nodded at them both. "You both look fine. You did a good job of imitating that nurse. Wufei goes in first, then you'll be receiving the order of when to go in next Hilde via the small mic fitted right inside of your ear."

"Heero will be tracking Wufei and Duo will be tracking you Hilde. Noin and Milliardo have already gone inside to meet the doctors. I'm off to do my own thing. Good luck," Trowa ended finally, and slipped off into the night quietly.

Wufei gave one affirming nod to Hilde and moved off towards the hospital. His natural grace helped him quickly adjust to the heels and he was doing a reasonable good job of moving off quickly.

As Wufei took the front entrance, Hilde moved off to go through the emergency entrance reading "Ambulance Entrance Only."

"Hello. Are Dr. Cadan and Dr. Sterling up in room 510 this evening?" Noin politely asked the woman at the desk of the hospital entrance.

She had her bangs clipped back and had a long-haired, dark violet-black wig on, giving her youthful look of a teen. She hadn't put any contacts in but she looked drastically different all the same. She was dressed in a dark purple Preventer uniform and exuded authority nonetheless.

"Hmm, let me check…" she said slowly, typing in to see if the doctors had clocked out.

"Actually, they are both gone for the evening and they will not be here for three days. I'm sorry," she replied apologetically.

"That's alright. We'll just be—" Noin smiled, getting ready to turn away and go back to the van or home but Milliardo politely interrupted.

Milliardo looked different himself, just as the rest of them all did in small ways tonight. He had grown in a beard of medium thickness, and he'd put on unprescribed dark brown contacts. He had his long hair pulled back into a ponytail; he was cross between a hippy and an artist, but his own Preventer uniform of a dark gray still gave him the air of seriousness he needed (AN: Think of Brad Pitt when he had that beard if you want an idea of how Milliardo looks like hehe).

"Well, if he isn't here, may we have a look around? We're here on business actually for the ESUN," Milliardo smiled charmingly.

The desk clerk smiled back and nodded amiably. She was young and would ask no questions. "Sure you can. Here goes two passes. Do you need directions?"

"No, that won't be necessary, thank you," Milliardo replied and was already moving off towards the elevators. Noin gave the woman a quick thank you and quickly followed him.

"Zechs, what do you think you're doing?" Noin whispered anxiously, as they stepped into the elevator to head up to room 510.

"I'm going to get some answers, that's what," he replied shortly.

"For the love of—that's what Trowa and Hilde are doing tonight!" Noin exclaimed.

"They're only gathering paperwork Noin. Wufei is only doing a kidnapping. Duo and Heero are only tracking them. Trowa, I don't know what he's doing, but he's working on his own distraction which I assume is getting any other nurses out of there."

"Now if I time this right, I can go in and get a sample of Dorothy's blood for some of own personal research too," Milliardo nodded with certainty.

"Zechs! You're being foolish! What if she wakes up and blows our cover? What are we going to do then? And since when do you know how to draw blood?" Noin protested.

"It's not that hard Noin. And that's what you're here for—to make sure she doesn't cause a scene," Milliardo replied calmly. Without waiting for an agreement, he walked out the now opening elevator doors to go back to the room he had entered in what seemed to be so long ago.

Noin wanted to argue against his wishes further, but she knew now it was a little too late, and she could only hope for the best.

Wufei walked into the hospital confidently, keeping a neutral expression on the face. He nodded at the desk clerk who nodded back absentmindedly, knowing that anyone in a nurse uniform obviously was here to work.

As Wufei made his way past the waiting patients in the lobby, he could see a few of the younger men watching him slowly make his way to the elevator. Wufei barely contained his fury and merely pressed the "up' button to wait for the elevator. Unfortunately, it had gone all the way up to the seventh floor with Milliardo and Noin and it would at least be a five minute wait.

Wufei crossed his arms and kept his back to the rest of the room. However he could hear footsteps coming upon him and he readied himself for a battle of ignorance with a dumb kid.

"Hey, my name is Rick. I'm waiting on my younger sister. She's getting stitches for a small wound, nothing major. So you work here?"

Wufei gritted his teeth. 'I don't care about you, or your sister, or talking to a worthless waste of space like you. Of course I work here imbecile, I'm in uniform aren't I?' Wufei thought angrily but kept it to himself, knowing that the less reason he gave for this guy to talk to him, the less of a chance there would be of him ending up mopping the floor with him.

Wufei kept his back to this "Rick" and tapped his foot in agitation. 'Where in the hell is that damn elevator?'

"Well, yeah, of course you work here," Rick laughed, blushing slightly without Wufei's knowledge, "I just wanted to have, you know, just something to talk about. Hey uh, can you hear me?" he asked with slight confusion.

'I usually have a pretty easy time with girls,' Rick thought, genuinely perplexed.

'Come on, come on, get down here, you stupid box of scrap metal,' Wufei thought impatiently, gritting his teeth harder as he did his best to ignore the simpleton.

Rick placed a light hand onto Wufei's shoulder to hopefully get his attention. "I'm sorry, if you're, yah know, deaf or something—"

"My hearing is FINE you nitwit!" Wufei growled angrily, grabbing poor Rick's hand and in one motion pinning his arm behind his back in such a way, that if Wufei chose to, he could easily break his arm with the smallest of movements.

"Now I suggest you walk away right now, or you'll be getting a cast while your sister is getting stitches, and you might even need surgery after I break every bone in your body," Wufei threatened.

Rick's face had gone deathly pale, and he was so frightened he didn't even realize that the beautiful "girl" he thought he had the luck of seeing, had the distinct voice of an angry male. He nodded quickly, and Wufei unhanded him as the elevator doors opened.

Rick scurried back to the lobby, sitting as far away from Wufei as possible. Wufei smirked with satisfaction and high stepped into the elevator in a much better mood.

'Not even this stupid outfit can soften my force.'

Hilde pushed open the double doors to the emergency entrance and peeked slowly inside. The coast was clear and she sighed with relief.

She quickly moved off to the side, pressing herself to the wall. She patted the small pistol hidden within her uniform with satisfaction.

'This is turning out to be much easier than I thought it would be,' she smirked.

She turned the corner and glanced back, hearing the distinct sound of an ambulance siren, an emergency vehicle no doubt just having pulled up.

'Oh no way am I staying for this!' Hilde thought with slight panic and turned back around and hurrying off around the corner. Unfortunately, it just wasn't her night and she bumped right into another white uniform.

"Thank goodness you're here nurse! We need all the help we can get! Three car pile up! Come on!" a blond haired woman exclaimed happily, grabbing Hilde's arm and dragging her with her back towards the emergency doors.

Three more nurses came up along with two doctors and Hilde couldn't even turn and run if she wanted to.

"I'm actually—I'm on my way to another surgery actually, and—" Hilde protested but she was soon confronted with three stretchers quickening in upon her and the other blond nurse rushing her forward.

"First patient! Twenty-five, male, collapsed lung left side, two broken ribs right side, and one simple broken right leg?!" shouted a female doctor with curly bright red hair, pushing forward past the other nurses.

"Yes! Correct doctor, they're bringing in the next one now," answered one of the EMTs.

"Okay, good, good, bones are already in the splints. Keep him coming down the hall. Dr. Roberts you tube him; one pneumothorax! Okay! So this is the nineteen, female—I got her—open-complex fracture on the left leg, tibia, looks nasty, wow, okay so nurses get ready to follow me into surgery," the female doctor babbled and Hilde could only wait for orders with apprehension.

'Oh how the heck do I get myself into these situations? I feel like Duo,' Hilde inwardly groaned.

"And she has a few superficial wounds, but other than that, she seems fine. Take her up to the orthopedic surgeon. Nurse Nottigan, please accompany that stretcher. And what's your name?" the red-haired nursed asked suddenly, looking at Hilde.

"Me?" Hilde asked in disbelief.

"Yes you," the doctor asked with one eyebrow raised. Luckily the final patient was rushed in at that point and the doctor's attention was elsewhere once again.

"Ah man, neck injury here, is this the one they fear might be temporarily paralyzed?" the doctor questioned another EMT.

"Yep, this is her. Forty-five, female, broken left arm, piece of shrapnel embedded in her abdomen," the female EMT answered.

"Okay! Let's move quickly people! You two! Come with me!" the red-haired doctor ordered, locking eyes with both Hilde and the blond-haired nurse that had originally dragged her into this mess.

Hilde just nodded once and followed the mayhem with no questions asked.

'Maybe I spoke too soon.'

Trowa had foregone the elevators and ran all seven flights up to room 510. He felt it was better to be safe than sorry and he knew the staircase would be empty.

He had studied the map of the hospital so well, he moved without hesitation down the hall. The room was the first on the left as he came around the corner and Trowa knocked accordingly.

Trowa had actually changed beforehand to none of the others' knowledge. He was now dressed as a minister. He had slicked back his bangs and both of his bright green eyes and his attractive Latin looks were exposed to the world. He looked much younger, and openly honest and sweet. It would work perfectly for his new "occupation."

"Yes, hello—oh my!" the nurse who had been the first to turn them away so long ago cried out in soft surprise as she opened the door.

"I-I didn't know Miss Catalonia would be seeing a minister so late at night. Of course you're here by appointment. Oh did you know Dr. Cadan and Dr. Sterling aren't in however, so if you have any questions—" the nurse babbled unnecessarily.

Trowa inwardly smiled; he didn't have to say a word—this woman was providing all the excuses he needed.

He gently interrupted her, easily falling into character. "That will be fine my child. Are there any other nurses in there with you?" Trowa asked calmly.

"No—well no there is Maria and Sara and Darlia. I'll tell them you're here and we'll go off to our break now. My name is Cadia by the way Father," she whispered, smiling apologetically.

"One moment please," she said, disappearing back into hospital room. Within a few minutes all four women were bustling out the room, giving the sign of the cross to the "minister."

Trowa returned their gesture and gave them a kind smile, watching them quietly until they disappeared from his sight, and still not moving until all he could hear was silence.

"Excellent. That wasn't difficult at all. Religion serves more than one purpose after all," Trowa said softly to himself, pushing in the door as softly as possible.

'Time to get down to business. No more games.'

Okay, more to come as soon as I can. All of them in sticky situations, tsk tsk! REVIEW guys and girls! I worked hard on this and would appreciate it immensely.

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