Author's note: Hey there! Here's the next chappie with a sincere apology for the delay. Been somewhat busy over the past week and this chappie kind of went a little off tangent as I was writing it. Still feel that this chapter is a little strange, but I can't quite pick out what's wrong with it… Hmmm… be sure to let me know how you find this chappie! But before you go on to read this chappie, just let me say 'wooooohoooooo'! 200+ reviews, guys! Thanks so much! It's a real honour! And it's only possible with you guys, so as always, thank you very very much to every single one of my readers.

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Chapter 62

The man behind the front desk of Southstreet Hotel checked his watch. It was 8:47 p.m. Thirteen more minutes to go. Thirteen more minutes to 9:00 p.m. and he could finally leave this bloody place, go home, kick off his shoes and lie back with his aching feet on the coffee table. Working the front desk was a pain. He had to stand behind the desk all day, trying to look presentable in a starched uniform, which in his opinion, wasn't at all presentable with its icky green blazer and matching pants. His boss was a lousy miser with bad taste and wanted to make cheap look formal. It was sickening. And so was pretty much everything else in the hotel, he felt.

But he didn't care. It wasn't in his position to care. All he had to do was to report to work punctually at eleven in the morning and leave at nine. A ten hour shift. For a miserable salary.

All because his boss was a lousy miser.

He checked his watch again. 8:50 p.m. Ten more minutes before he could bust out of this place. Ten more minutes before the night-shift manager came in and took over. Then, the night manager could deal with all that shit. He didn't care.

Ten more minutes.

"Excuse me."

Shit. Not another annoying guest. He hoped it wasn't another complaint about a disturbance in a neighbouring room. He hated those, because it meant that he had to go knocking on the neighbour's room door and request politely that the neighbour lower the volume of whatever he had on in his room. That was sure to guarantee him a glare, and if he was unlucky, the neighbour would yell a 'fuck you!' and slam the door in his face. It had happened before.

And he wasn't in the mood to deal with it. He wanted to go home. Still, he plastered a fake smile on his face and lifted his head.

But the person standing in front of the desk wasn't a hotel guest at all. It was a man in a dark blue coverall, with a matching cap that had a logo on it. The desk manager glanced at the insignia on the cap. Carlyle Electronics. The man lifted a toolbox in his right hand, which thumped loudly on the desk's marble surface when he put it down. The same logo was imprinted on the side of the toolbox.

Oh shit, the front desk manager thought to himself, what was going on now? He checked his watch. 8:53 p.m. Seven more minutes to go. Where the hell was the night manager?

"Hi," the electrician tipped his cap backwards with the tip of his thumb. He was handsome-looking, with boyish features, bright turquoise eyes and pale-blue hair that stuck out from under the edge of the cap. "I received a call from your colleague? Something wrong with the phone lines connecting the lobby and the guest rooms?"

"Oh really?" the front desk manager glanced behind him. His colleague, Irene, a small petite woman, wasn't in sight. Then he remembered that she had gone to the restroom to preen herself and get ready for her girls' night-out. In fact, she had already taken her purse, and she was probably going to charge out the back door the moment the clock struck nine. Damn, he cursed to himself, she had left him to deal with the electrician. He snuck a glance at his watch. 8:55 p.m. Would it kill the night manager to be early for once?

"Hey, man," the electrician smiled, "I can see you're getting off work. I don't want to hold you up. I would have been here earlier, but the previous client was being a little difficult. You got a night manager? Is he coming in soon?"

The man checked his watch again. It was still 8:55 p.m. Heaven's sakes. "Yeah," he muttered, glancing behind him distractedly, hoping that, by some miracle, Irene would materialise. But she didn't. "Yeah," he said again, turning back to the electrician. "But he's not here yet. Are you sure-"

"Southstreet hotel, right?" the electrician fished out a notebook and glanced at the front page. "Miss Irene?"

"Yeah, but she's… I think she's left."

"Look," the electrician pocketed the notebook. "I'm guessing the problem's got to do with the wirework. It's not going to take long. Why don't you just direct me to the circuit board? Then you can pack up and take off? I'm not gonna take long. Plus you said the night manager's almost here, right?"

"Yeah, but he's not here yet. I don't think I can just let you roam around here."

"Roam around?" the electrician chuckled. "I'm not here to roam around. I've got a family to get back to. I'm eager to get this job done. I'm not gonna take long at all. Just a minute or two, to check the wires. If it's a problem that can't be solved in a minute or two, I'll come back tomorrow with a colleague. I want to get out of here fast too. It's been a long day."

"No kidding," the desk manager sighed, shaking his head sympathetically. He checked his watch. 8:57 p.m. Three more minutes. It was so tempting to pack up his things. Heck, maybe he wasn't going to pack up. Maybe he was just going to walk right out of there. Anything to get away.

"Alright, alright," he relented. What the hell could go wrong? The night manager would be here soon enough. "It's this way." He waved the electrician around the front desk and led him to a door made out of panelled mahogany, like the rest of the walls, so that it blended in nicely. The only sign that indicated that it was a door was the polished bronze knob. The desk manager swung the door open, leaned into the darkness and flicked the switch. The overhead lights blinked on one after another to illuminate a row of steps that led down to a narrow cellar-like area, flanked on one side by a row of floor-to-ceiling metal cabinets.

"So uh," the front desk manager wrung his hands. Snuck a glance at his watch again without really seeing the time. "You sure you're okay here by yourself?"

"No problem," the electrician smiled. "Two minutes," he said again, emphasizing his point with two raised fingers.

"Yeah, okay," the manager backed away, mind already thinking about where the various little pieces of his belongings lay. His car keys were in the third drawer; his wallet on the shelf behind the front desk. Where was his car parked? Oh yeah, the third floor of the multi-storey carpark. He reached for the tiny silver knob of the drawer, slid it open and groped blindly for his keys. "So, the night manager'll be here soon, ok? Two minutes, huh?"

"Two minutes." A reassuring smile.

"Okay." His fingers closed around the plastic transponder and he pocketed his keys. Grabbed his wallet off the shelf with his right hand and his jacket off the back of the chair with his left. "Hope you finish up soon. See you around."

"See ya." The electrician raised a hand in a half wave and disappeared downstairs. The door swung shut behind him.

The desk manager hastened around the desk and headed across the lobby, straight for the front entrance without a backward glance, all the while shrugging on his jacket.

Outside, the night wind was ice-cold. He pulled the leather gloves from his jacket pockets and tugged them on, but not before checking his watch one last time. 9:00 p.m. Right on time. He turned and started towards the dark shape of the multi-storey carpark. The night manager was nowhere in sight. But heck, he didn't care. He didn't care about anything else except going home, kicking off his shoes, and lying back with his feet up.

Kira was watching the exchange between Auel and the day manager from the pin-sized camera hidden under the curved edge of Auel's cap. He could hear the conversation through the tiny microphone at the collar of Auel's uniform.

As Auel disappeared behind the panelled door, he watched the image on his computer screen tilt left and right, shifting with each step that Auel took as he descended the stairs. There was silence, broken only by the soft breathing of his teammate.

Kira shifted his gaze to the other laptop that lay open on the passenger seat of the van. There was a close-up of the night manager's face and the man was busy gesturing and talking excitedly like a mime. With the ball of his thumb, Kira touched the volume control. The static exploded through the speakers and the mindless gesturing fell in tune with speech.

"- on the other end of the street. It's not far. You sure you don't want me to take you to the hospital?"

"No, no, it's alright," Stellar's voice came through the line. "I'll be alright. I'm fine."

"Are you sure? It was a really nasty collision. I'm so sorry. I didn't see you around the bend. If I did, I would have stopped."

"No, it's fine. It's alright. It's just an accident. Don't worry about it."

"Are you sure? How about… Maybe I could give you some money. At least compensate you for your medical bill." The night manager's head dipped as he rummaged through his pockets for his wallet. "How much would you need? Fifty? Is that enough?"

"No. I'll prefer two hundred. Cash, please."

The night manager paused in his search and raised his head to stare at her. Eyes wide.

Kira dug his fingers into his earpiece and pressed it tight to his ear. "Stellar!" He snapped warningly.

"Oh, don't look so alarmed," Stellar's voice was teasing and playful, "I was just kidding. I really am alright. I don't need to see the doctor. So you can keep your money."

"Well…" a look of unease crossed the man's face. Then it was replaced by a faint smile. "Since you won't take my money, how about if I offer to buy you a drink? You won't reject that, will you?"

Kira grinned to himself. My, the man was already falling for Stellar's charms. Which was, perhaps, inevitable. But he wasn't worried. Stellar could handle herself in situations like that. His attention was drawn aside, when he heard the harsh whisper that took over the line.

"Reject him, Stellar!" Auel snarled.

Kira turned his attention back to Auel's footage and noticed that Auel had arrived at the leftmost cabinet, already had the door open and was kneeling in front of the circuit board. The camera was catching his hand movements, and he had a screwdriver poised in midair, distracted as he was by the exchange between Stellar and the night manager.

"Will you concentrate on your own business?" interrupted Sting.

Kira glanced out the windscreen at the street laid out ahead of the van. Hidden two blocks away from the hotel was Sting's red sedan, where the green-haired assassin was camped.

"T, take over from here," Kira instructed. "And A, pay attention to what you're doing. We don't want a nasty accident over there."

A disgruntled reply from Auel, and then Sting began to relay the instructions that guided him to strip and reconnect the wires.

Kira watched with disconnected interest – this was Auel and Sting's specialty, he hardly knew electronics at all – and turned his attention instead to running the plan over in his head for the umpteenth time. The major obstacle they had to overcome, was to separate Orga's team. But Orga and his teammates would have already known they were being hunted down, because no one could just pack up their bags and leave Rau without his consent. Not unless you were dead. So they had to be mentally prepared, always on the lookout, determined to stick together regardless of the circumstances.

So to separate a team like that wasn't easy.

But Kira's plan was simple. He was going to start by removing their basic necessities one at a time. First, disconnecting their room telephone from the rest of the hotel's network. Then, severing their water supply, and their electricity.

His goal was straight-forward. To drive his targets into a corner, until they broke and scattered.

Athrun got nowhere with his questions. All he found out was that Le Creuset Corporation had a somewhat 'unhealthy' obsession with the serum in question. And that there was a possibility that it was using some underhanded means to replicate the drug. Would they resort to crime? Athrun wondered to himself. He had no answer to that. So far, based on what they knew, Rau Le Creuset had always kept his nose clean, and his corporation had yet to violate any ethical considerations revolving around the matter.

But then, there was that whole issue about genetic testing. For which they had no concrete evidence. He sank back into his seat and took a deep breath to clear the confusion in his head. Then noticing Dearka and Yzak still standing on either side of Siegel, he nodded in their direction. "AC Ramius sent you to protect Siegel?"

Dearka responded with what appeared to be a sly grin. "Yes, and no," he smiled. "AC Ramius did send us, but not really to protect Siegel. No, our priority was supposed to intercept the officers sent by the Commissioner."

"The Commissioner's men are here?"

"The two patrol cars at the head of the driveway. There were four officers who were supposed to watch out for you if you came by."

"Were?" Athrun raised an eyebrow.

"Well, Luna and Shinn have taken over the cars. The officers are kind of… knocked out in the backseats."

Athrun just stared. "You knocked out the Commissioner's officers?"

"Let's just say they won't know it's us. We just had to make sure they weren't awake when you broke in."

"And I suppose it was AC Ramius who told you we were coming?"

"Yeah."

"How did she know?" Cagalli glanced over at Athrun with a look of bewilderment.

"There aren't many places we can go to find out what we want to know."

"And besides," Yzak interrupted, "the news about a motel room being ripped apart by gunfire was all over the police scanners just an hour ago. The moment Murrue Ramius realised it was your room, she anticipated that you would come here and she warned us ahead of time. Who the hell did you guys piss off?"

"I wish I knew," Athrun replied sourly.

At 9:15 p.m., the lights in Orga Sabnak's room snapped off. Instinctively, he tightened his hold on the clutch of his gun, which had been resting in his lap, and he closed the book he had been reading and put it away on the side table. Calm and composed.

"What the hell…?" Shani's voice drifted through the darkness. It sounded annoyed, and frustrated, but Shani was always like that. "The fucking lights went off!"

"Well, that's a wonderful observation," Clotho Buer remarked.

But Orga remained collected. "Call the front desk," he instructed quietly. His sharp hearing picked up the sounds of shuffling and stumbling and then the rattle of the phone receiver being lifted off its cradle. A second later, his female teammate said, "the phone's down." The sound of plastic striking plastic as the phone receiver was replaced.

All around them, the air was still and quiet. The silence was overwhelming, as if it were a living thing that was consuming them alive. And the soft, slightly erratic, breathing of his teammates made him feel more alert than ever. He realised the hum of the radiators had died down and it would be only a matter of time before the cold night wind outside seeped into their room.

A smart move, Orga smiled to himself in the empty darkness. He hadn't expected Kira to do something like that. He thought Kira would come at them straight, hit them with blow after blow, aim for maximum damage. But it appeared as if Kira had other plans up his sleeve. But it didn't matter to Orga. The game was just getting started and he was ready to play.

Room 06-16 smelt a little old and musty, but that was inconsequential to their mission. Kira was pleased. He had instructed Auel to snag the pass key of a room that was in close proximity to Room 06-23, which was where Orga's team was holed up, but he hadn't expected there to be an empty room so close to it. Room 06-16 was just several rooms down the corridor, and they were closer to the lift, which meant that if any of Orga's team members exited the room and boarded the elevator, they would know.

And that was exactly what Kira was waiting for.

His wish was fulfilled when at 9:31 p.m., the door of Room 06-23 swung inwards. Kira had a perfect view of the corridor through the security cameras, which Sting had easily hacked into. On his laptop screen, he watched as the woman glanced around the door and took a step out cautiously. A pause, and then she beckoned with a hand. Shani Andras trailed out of the room after her. They stood side-by-side in the middle of the corridor, glanced both ways and started towards the lift.

Kira turned away from the screen just long enough to snap his fingers at Stellar, who moved quickly to the door and peeked out of the peephole. She signalled to him, and exactly on cue, Kira saw the couple stroll past their room on the screen and disappear behind closed lift doors. "Jam the lift, lock the rooms and trigger the sprinklers, T."

Sting grinned, "My pleasure." His deft fingers skipped across the keyboard and the lift froze in its descent. Locks bolted shut all down the hallway, with only Room 06-23 as the exception. None of the guests would be able to unlock their doors until an hour later, by which time Kira was expecting Orga's team to be dead and they would be on their way back to Rau's.

With the hit of a key, Sting set off the sprinklers. An alarm shrilled and died, replaced by a harsh hiss as the sprinklers in the corridor snapped on. The sound was deafening and within minutes, water began seeping from underneath their door, the velvet carpet darkening into a deep maroon that spread like spilled blood.

"Get ready," instructed Kira. Stellar and Auel took up position by the door, thumbing open the chambers of their guns, flicking off their safety levers.

All eyes were trained on the camera footage that was showing up on the laptop. Just waiting for that one moment.

At 9:38 p.m., the door of Room 06-23 opened up again and Clotho Buer appeared. He stopped just shy of the door, one hand coming up to shield his face from the gushing water, then he bent his head and sprinted for the lift. There, he realised that the elevator had ceased to work, and he turned to the staircase instead.

Kira waited until he had disappeared, then grabbed his already-cocked gun and nodded once. Auel flung open the door. Kira raced out of the room and it was like running straight into a waterfall. Instantaneously, the water blinded him. It streamed down his face and went into his eyes and mouth, his brown hair was matted to his brow, his clothes stuck fast to his lithe body. But Kira didn't need to see. He knew where Room 06-23 was, and he knew there was only one person in there. Knew this was his only chance to get rid of Orga once and for all. So he ran for Room 06-23, the carpet beneath his feet squelched, the water pooling up with every footfall. He was aware of the rest of his team close behind.

The door burst open as Kira slammed his weight into it, and he charged into Room 06-23. Instinctively, just like how he had practiced numerous times, he raised his gun and swept the room with his keen eyes. Finger poised over the trigger. Unflinching. Ready to pull it the second he saw movement. He had gone through the manoeuvre so many times in his mind – don't hesitate, kill first, question later.

But what he saw made him freeze.

Orga Sabnak was lying on the bed in the darkness, stretched out, his head pillowed on his arms. His head was turned towards them, eyes glistening in the light that spilled into the room from the corridor. Kira knew he should have pulled the trigger then, when his gun barrel was aimed straight at his adversary's heart. When Orga was all defenceless. But something stopped him. Something that made his heart go cold and the drumming in his ears grow to an almost unbearable volume as blood pounded in his head.

Orga Sabnak was smiling.

It had been a long time since Athrun had spent the night in the Clyne Mansion. Siegel had always insisted to keep a room tidied and kept just for him. Athrun hadn't needed it until now.

He sank down onto the soft bed, and sat staring into open space for a moment. Wondering when was the last time he had closed his eyes and had a really long decent sleep. Wondering where in the world Lacus was and whether she was alive and well. Wondering just what the hell had happened to Kira. Wondering what Cagalli was doing in the room beside his. Wondering if his mum would approve of Cagalli if they had had a chance to meet.

Just wondering.

He was tired. The ennui was setting in like a tonne of bricks on his shoulders. Like he was being sucked down into the ground because the burden he was carrying was way too heavy.

In fact, he was so exhausted, that it took several minutes for him to register the loud insistent buzzing coming from the pocket of his jacket, which was slung over the footboard of the bed. He crawled over to it, and fished blindly for the vibrating phone. The number was one he didn't quite recognise and he depressed the 'speak' button with leaden fingers.

"Hello?"

"Athrun? Is that you? You sound dead," the chiding voice of Mu La Flaga rattled across the line.

"I'm fine," he dismissed the concern, "What is it?"

There was a slight pause on the other end, as if the detective was debating if Athrun could handle whatever message he was about to pass on. So Athrun said again, "I'm really fine. What news do you have for me?"

"Okay," Mu breathed out. "I've got some leads on the Commissioner's informant. The one who gave you away to the Commissioner about the break-in. I called in a couple of favours and got this phone operator who managed to help me trace the call that the Commissioner received. I'm pretty sure spying on the Commissioner is illegal, so keep this to yourself, you got it? Anyway, the call apparently came from a place not far from the apartment you broke into. Do you know of a diner in that area? Some kind of greasy spoon?"

Athrun sat up straight. The exhaustion in him seeped away, replaced by a sudden alarm. "Yes, yes, there's one near the area."

"I ran the name of the diner through the system and came up with the names Flay Allster and Sai Argyle. They sound familiar?"

"Yes."

"Anyway, someone in there made a call to the Commissioner and ratted you out. Question to answer now would be who did it?"

The lights in Room 06-23 snapped on and Kira spun around to see Clotho Buer and Shani Andras stepping through the doorway. Wet from head to toe, but smiling. They entered the room and closed the door behind them with a decisive click.

They were trapped. All four of them – Kira, Stellar, Sting and Auel – clustered together in the middle of the room, with Clotho and Shani barring the exit, and Orga, who was still lounging on the bed with a smug grin on his face.

Four against three.

Kira's mind raced, automatically pondering the possibility of defeating Orga and his two teammates. He decided that they didn't have much of an advantage, even if they had one more person than the other team. Orga had to have some tricks up his sleeves. The fact that his female teammate was unaccounted for, made the whole situation more dangerous. They had no idea where she was and what she was up to.

"We've been expecting you," Orga smiled benignly, as if he was simply inviting guests into his home. "Wonderful plan, by the way. The whole electricity, phone, sprinklers thing. A little too elaborate for my taste, but still, it was a great distraction."

"It didn't work anyway," Kira said simply, lowering his gun. Behind him, the rest of his teammates followed suit, but their fidgeting betrayed their anxiety and unease. "How did you know we would be coming?"

"We've been keeping tabs on you. Room 06-16? We arranged it so that it was empty. So that you would take that room. In fact, we've got a camera set up in there to see what you were up to." Orga gestured at Shani, who stalked over to a laptop sitting on the desk. He spun the screen around with a hand, and Kira saw the image of a hotel room, with laptops and equipment strewn all over the floor and bed. He had already recognised it as Room 06-16, but to further prove their point, Shani tapped at the keys and the footage rewound itself. When it paused and started up again, Kira saw himself on the screen, a tiny figure staring intently at a computer, while a miniaturised Stellar stood on tiptoes to look out of a peephole in the door.

It was a curious feeling. To look at yourself doing something that had happened in the past. Knowing that at that point in time, you were predicting a certain outcome, and then realising now, all of a sudden, that whatever you had predicted then wasn't going to happen at all. Kira stared at the tiny replica of himself on the screen, who was now busy issuing instructions at a tiny version of Sting. He remembered how the plan had gone on in his head – how they were going to kill Orga's team, take the bodies with them, clear out Room 06-16 and report back to Rau.

He had been naïve and foolish to think that it would be so easy.

"What do you want?" He bit out. His gun dangled loosely by his side, like a useless piece of scrap metal.

Orga laughed. "It's not what I want. It's what Rau wants."

The realisation struck him so hard that for a second, Kira forgot to breath. He tried to mask his disbelief, but Orga Sabnak had already caught on and the grin on his face widened to almost grotesque proportions. "That's right," he sneered, "Rau's had you twisted around his little finger all this while. This whole mission isn't about my team at all."

"It's about us. It's about my team," Kira hissed. "We've been set up."

Orga just smiled. "Rau knows all about your little affair with Miss Lacus Clyne. He's been on to you for a long time, Kira. You just didn't know it."

"Lacus Clyne?" Stellar stepped up and put a hand on his shoulder. "I thought she's dead?"

Kira didn't reply. He fought the urge to shrug her hand off. "How did he find out?"

The grin on Orga's face faded a little. The edges of his mouth turned down, so that the smile became sardonic and bitter. "Rau sent a team after us when we bailed at the Clyne Mansion. The team nearly got us but we requested to meet Rau and he agreed, with the condition that we offered him something he would like. So we did. We told him about how you appeared to have this… what do you call it? This… little thing… for Lacus Clyne. How you gave up your name so generously to her. And trust me, Rau was very interested in what we had to say. He's been on to you since then. The whole kidnapping wasn't just to trade the serum for Lacus Clyne. It was also a test for you. And you failed it."

Kira didn't speak.

"Aren't you gonna ask me how he found out?" Orga chuckled. "Or have you already figured it out for yourself?"

Again, Kira didn't reply. His thoughts were racing though; suspicion welled up in him like a bubble. Rau knew. Rau had known all along that Lacus Clyne was alive. And all that smiling and 'where have you been' questions that Rau had asked him when he returned had just been part of the show. Rau had set him up – sent him to kill Orga and his team, when actually, the real target was himself. Rau knew. But how? Who could have told him? He glanced over his shoulders, noted the shocked and confused eyes of his teammates, who were all staring at him as if he had grown two heads. It couldn't have been them. He hadn't told any of his team members about Lacus Clyne. But who else? Who else knew Lacus Clyne was alive?

There were only two people. But could it be? Could it have been them?

"You've guessed it, haven't you?" Orga said, "Let me drop you a hint so that you can clarify. It's someone you really, really trust. It's someone you least expect. In fact, you delivered Lacus Clyne right into her open arms, but she betrayed you."

Her!

The single word resonated in Kira's brain, clamouring against the side of his skull. The blood roared in his ears. It couldn't be…

Author's note: There you go! The shocking revelation! I think everyone knows who the 'her' is now… Why do you think she'll betray Kira? What do you think is going to happen to Lacus? Review, review, and review and let me know just what you think is gonna happen next! And for all who are eagerly waiting for the final reunion, that should be coming up in the next two chappies, so read on and watch out for it!