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Chapter 6: Unveiling Secrets

A couple days have passed since her last "heroic act" as her father calls it. She was able to capture the man in charge of selling off gundanium, but she couldn't eliminate him. She willingly gave up the man to the Preventers. It wasn't an act of kindness she was used to, but it would have to do. For now, she would stay low and hide away, especially the Preventers. She was, after all, still a wanted woman by the Preventers for eliminating Demitri Strauss.

Today, she disguised herself as a red-headed business woman to blend in with the rest of the crowd in the restaurant where she was at the present moment. The red hair fell midway behind her, and was tied in a loose ponytail. She further adorned her disguise with a dark blue two-piece suit and a black suitcase. With this disguise, she was confident that she would get by today with no chance of getting noticed. It would only be for today, of course. She always tried to make a habit of never wearing the same disguise unless necessary.

As she sat down at her table by the window, she tenderly drank her hot tea and stared at the busy streets outside. People were going about their day unaware of the evil like Strauss and Rothman. She knew that her methods weren't exactly ideal especially by the eyes of the Preventers, but it certainly got the job done of protecting the innocent.

Kill one, save thousands, right? She mused, taking another sip of her tea.

Interrupting her thoughts, a vanilla envelope fell onto the table. As she looked up, the person responsible for said envelope walked over to the empty seat across from her and sat down. His blonde hair and sea-green eyes were discernible. It was that man she fooled in the café, that naïve man who went on about trust from the Preventers. She watched him carefully as he settled down before her. Was her disguise so poor? She tensed for a moment before deciding to test the waters.

"I-I'm sorry, sir. I think you've gotten the wrong table." She said innocuously.

He placed his elbows on the table, and gently pushed the envelope over to her. His charming smile never left his face. "I'm pretty sure you're the person I'm looking for. So please," He chuckled, "drop the act. I really don't mean any harm."

No harm, huh? She sighed, "What gave me away?"

"My secret."

"What – "

"But I might tell you if you just look inside the envelope and tell me your answer." He pushed the envelope towards her for emphasis. "Though I'm pretty sure with the contents of that letter, there's only once choice you can make."

She eyed Quatre, trying to pick up any clues to what was going on, but he gave her nothing more than a gentle smile. Her hands reached for the envelope and she tore it open. As she read it, she could feel his eyes on her. She squirmed slightly under the scrutiny and did her best to ignore it by focusing more on the letter. Quatre noticed the change in her emotions as she read the letter. First, her brows furrowed in curiosity and concentration. Second, her eyes widened, shocked at what she had read. Then, not even two seconds after shock, she shoved the letter back to Quatre's face.

Her right eye began twitching. "What…is…"

Quatre's smile never wavered. "Think of it as a contract— "

She glared, "You're joking! This is a threat. Why would I want— "

"Well," Quatre interjected, "it's either that or I'd have to arrest you, right here. And you really can't run off like last time."

Her brows furrowed in confusion before she looked at her surroundings. The rest of Quatre's friends had closed off all her exits. She really couldn't run off after all.

"You…got to be kidding me." Her head met the table with a loud thud, "I really don't want to work with anyone, and especially not have to answer to anyone."

Quatre chuckled. "Be grateful that it's only that."

She lifted her head slightly, miffed. "I have to work with you guys, under temporary supervision until I'm deemed 'fit'. Furthermore, I have to live with you guys as precaution."

"Surely, that's better than life in prison?"

"I'm pretty sure it's the same thing."

*THUD THUD* She began banging her head on the table. Some people around the restaurant began to stare at her. She could feel their perplexed stares boring into her skull, but she didn't particularly care. All she could think about was that this was ridiculous. She couldn't believe that she would be stuck working with them. No wait, correction, working for them. By all means, she had no problem with the Preventers themselves. It was just the issue of working within a system that was already corrupted. A system she truly despised for its imbalance of justice. A horribly flawed system.

"Your dad," A gentle touch of his hand caused her to stop banging her head, "was the one who made this request with Lady Une so you wouldn't face life in prison. It took a lot of persuasion, but she finally agreed. "

"My…dad?" She slowly stared up at him, her eyes wide. He did this for me?

Quatre nodded, "I…didn't even know that Gerard had a daughter all this time, but I don't blame him. With what he's gone through…with the war…I think keeping you hidden was his way of protecting you."

She averted her eyes. The words were bringing up emotions from that night her father begged her to stop. She had thought that their different standpoints created a gap in their relationship that night. Whether he was disappointed or angry at her, she should've known better that her father wouldn't have abandoned her in times of trouble.

"He understands that you believe that our system is flawed, but he also believes that by working with us you'll understand that, although flawed, this system is necessary. The Preventers work with this system and it's also up to us to try to improve this flawed system. Wouldn't that be better?"

"I…don't know."

Quatre tilted his head at her. His eyes glazed over, deep in thought. "But you can try."

She felt uncomfortable under his gaze again. Although instead of showing her discomfort, she settled for a more quizzical look. Suddenly, his eyes lit up. As he smiled at her, he stood up and offered her his hand. All she did was glance at his hand and back at his face. The look of confusion on her only made him chuckle and shake his offered hand for emphasis.

"Let's go outside and walk a bit." Without waiting for an answer, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the restaurant. Her protests were futile.

As she was dragged out, she tried shaking her wrist out of Quatre's grasp. She pulled, tugged, but there was no such luck. While he hauled her away from the restaurant, she noticed some of the familiar faces of Quatre's comrades joining them. They, minus Quatre who was pulling her along, watched her warily for any signs of escape. She cringed at the attention and confinement. Resigned to her fate, she stopped fighting and walked alongside Quatre.

It wasn't long before they had stopped. They stood at a regular park in the colony with no people in sight. It wasn't too surprising since the usual ones at this park were usually children, and at this time there were all in school. Quatre led her to sit down on one of the nearby benches before sitting beside her. The other boys just stood silently around them. She crossed her arms, feeling uncomfortable once again with the attention.

"Why are we here?" She threw a curious glance at the one sitting beside her.

He gave her a gentle smile. "I thought you'd be more comfortable talking here. And that way we could discuss things a little more privately. I don't think the people around there appreciated the commotion you made, Marie."

"That's not my name, Kyle." Again he began this banter. Still, she couldn't keep a small smile off her features.

"Well," Wufei started to say, "We still don't know your name."

"Or how you really look like for that matter," Trowa added.

Heero said nothing, but uttered an indistinguishable sound which she could only interpret as an agreement with the rest of the group.

"I think it's about time you tell us your name so I know who to refer my chiropractor to for the bill." Duo joked with one hand patting the opposite shoulder, referring to the night they chased Rothman down.

She blinked at them in confusion before the corners of her lips slowly twitched up. "I suppose that's fair."

Her left hand tentatively reached for her crimson wig and then pulled it away to reveal her long sable locks. She fingered her hair, untangling it from the mess it had been under the wig. Even if it had just been a wig, she left so incredibly vulnerable now. She had been so used to disguises and secret identities that her real self felt so uncanny.

"Katrina Holtzclaw. That's my real name."

Lady Une sat by her desk, her hands clasped together on the table. From the large window behind her, light flooded the room giving her the image of an almost daunting figure not to be messed with. There were papers strewn over her desk and pictures of Katrina Holtzclaw. She stared ahead in silence, seemingly deep in thought. After a few moments, she spoke.

"I have confirmation that she's agreed to the terms given."

A small chuckle was heard from across the room. The other occupant in the room ambled over to the chair placed in front of Lady Une's desk.

"It's not like my daughter had much of a choice, Lady Une. Though I'm grateful things worked out for all." Gerard stroked his mustache.

This time it was Lady Une who chuckled. "She probably wouldn't have been in such a position if someone hadn't start rumors in the Preventers Headquarters in the first place."

He scoffed. "Surely you don't mean me."

"There is no one else I'm speaking to is there, Mr. Holtzclaw?"

Lady Une stood and sauntered over to the front of her desk. She crossed her arms, staring down at the creator of one of the gundams, but not to denigrate. Lady Une was interested as to why this man, her father, would concoct such a scheme to get her working for the Preventers. She sat back on her desk and opened her mouth to ask, but he interrupted.

"I suppose there's no more use in hiding it from you, but let's keep it between us." He looked firmly at Lady Une before he continued. "I know what you're planning to ask, Lady Une. My answer to that is simple: she's safer here." A benevolent smile emerged. "Katrina has been doing this as her way to protect the innocent. She believes the system is flawed and won't bring the justice that people deserve. So, she takes matters into her own hands. It's a self-destructive path. She's well aware of the risks, but even if I told her to stop, she wouldn't. She rarely listens to me when it comes to that. And I don't blame her. I just worry. But…if she's under your vigilant watch, she'll be safer."

Lady Une closed her eyes, processing his explanation. "I understand. You're a father wishing for the protection of his only daughter."

"Precisely."

"Which leads me to my next question," Lady Une narrowed her eyes, "why are you posing as her father? There had never been any record of you marrying let alone having a daughter, and then suddenly here she is."

Gerard glanced at Lady Une, slightly taken aback by the accusation. Afterwards, he laughed quietly to himself. Of course, Lady Une would have done a thorough check on him and, no doubt, Katrina. She probably had their DNA checked somehow without their knowing. He straightened himself up in his chair and began to explain.

"She's well aware that I am not her biological father, but she says she couldn't care less for that man. I've adapted the records to simply show that we are father and daughter. That's all."

"You've changed your own records as such, but her records show that you've done much more than that. You've rewritten all parts that would trace back to her past."

"Why does her past matter? Shouldn't what she does now matter more than her past?" Without waiting for Lady Une's response, Gerard stood up and turned his back, ready to leave. "The necessary information is there. That is all you need to know, Lady Une."

"You're hiding something far more than that, I'm sure." She carefully watched the man tense up somewhat before slowly striding towards the door.

Before he had touched the doorknob, she asked, "What about her biological father?"

Without missing a beat, he replied, "He's dead as far as I know."

And with that, he was out the door. Lady Une watched him leave out into the courtyards from her window. He was hiding more than he was letting on. Though for the meantime it wasn't a big concern as his daughter would be under her vigilant watch from now on.

End

Thank you for following the story. Yes, that's the end.

If you've read this far and are thinking, "Hey! Servatika didn't even answer who the hell is King!" I will assure you now, that I never intended to reveal King's identity nor did I decide to reveal more about Katrina and her past. I didn't forget or fail to write it. I'm the type of person to make sure that there are no plotholes in my story. I already have the identity and background settled somewhere in my harddrive. Whether I post it up though is another thing. I probably won't. Same with a continuation of this story. Maybe if people started to review and beg me, I might? Haha.

This story was something I started after years of having not written a single piece of fiction. To be quite honest, I'm very pleased with how this story turned out overall. I hope you, the readers, felt the same. Again thank you for following the story till it's end. Not many reviews (writers live for the reviews, come on!) but I'm sure some of you lurkers read and enjoyed it...I hope. :P

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