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Hilde takes the note and sets it on her dresser. She thinks long and hard about it, but can’t make any sense of it. She thinks about it for a little longer. She then recites the note because now she has memorized it. “Meet me here, before time takes its long stroll down yesterdays road. Where ends meet, so shall we. I will be waiting.”
“I don’t get it…” she thinks, “What does it mean?” She sets herself down on the blue couch and puts her head on a fluffy pillow and sleeps.
* * * * *
“Damnit! Didn’t I tell you NOT to let the full fleet out?!?” Ireane rages. “YOU IDIOTS!!!” she continues, “ NOW WE ARE BEING AMBUSHED!!!” Ireane’s brown eyes are full of hatred as she is screaming at the man at the desk.
“Yes Colonel, but –“
The Colonel slaps the young man. The Lt. holds his red cheek with tears in his green eyes.
“Don’t talk back to me Lt.. it isn’t a wise idea.” The Colonel walks out of the room and leaves the Lt.. sitting there.
“I’m going in.” Colonel Ireane says coolly as she walks into the mobile suit room.
“Uh…” the young officer says before stopping himself as he remembers what just happened. “Ye..Yes Colonel” he says.
“Good.” She grins, “Let’s do this.” The Colonel hops into a mobile suit and tosses her shoulder-length blond hair to her side.
Soon the base is covered with explosions everywhere, but yet, they have won another battle.
“Ha. No one can defeat the power of the Guardian Deity suits.” She says in a calm tone.
* * * * *
Duo is typing away at his little computer when suddenly he hears the phone ring.
“AHH!” he jumps, “That dinky little machine managed to surprise me once again.” He shakes his head and sighs. “Let the machine pick it up.” He begins typing again when he hears Hilde’s voice.
“Hi Duo. It’s me Hilde. Call me when you get home ok? Thanks. Bye.”
Duo smiles. He stops and thinks about the man called Kinnison aloud, “What did that weirdo want?” Duo feels a little strange, he has never felt this feeling before. “Ah. What do I care?” He asks himself.
Duo turns back to the computer and clicks on the “Mission” icon.
“Yeah right.” He thinks, “haven’t had a mission in forever. Do I think I will be getting one NOW?” he stops and stares at the keyboard for a minute. “But still, those new suits…” Duo hears the familiar beep of his computer and looks up.
“HOLY- “ Duo jumps up out of his black chair, knocking it over. He stares at the screen that is full of letters from Dr. G
“It…” He bends over at the waist so his eyes never leave the screen and he picks up the chair that has the wheels still spinning. He sets it up and sits down without taking his eyes off the screen. He clicks the first letter and Dr. G’s face appears on the screen talking in his usual cracking voice.
“Duo. I want you to be on the look out for some new type of suits. I don’t know a lot about them yet but be looking around for them. I have only heard rumors, but you never can be to certain.”
The screen goes blank and Duo clicks on the next letter. Dr. G comes on again.
“Duo. I have clarified these new suits. They do exist. They are being tested somewhere under the stay of a Colonel Ireane. I don’t know anything else about the suits yet, but I will try. I think they may be trouble.”
Again, this time with more eagerness, Duo clicks on another letter.
“Well Duo. It is confirmed. You aren’t ready to hear this yet, so I won’t tell you. I have sent a secret agent into ready forces with the Rebels of the new suits. Apparently you haven’t been checking this box, so I sent in someone else. This will actually work towards our plan. I want you to investigate these new suits and send me all the information you can find. Then when we get enough and the time is right, I will send you out here to pick up your new suit.”
Duo clicks the screen off and opens the last message. All it is Duo’s Gundam Deathsythe Hell blue prints. He looks at them carefully and notices some modifications.
“Whoa dude.” He says astonished. He closes the screen and stares at his desktop. He clicks on the “start” button and then highlights the “shutdown” bar. He watches as the computer shuts down and walks upstairs.
“I am going to find out more about these Guardian Deity suits.” Duo says.
* * * * *
Relena sits at the desk doing nothing but staring blankly at her coffee.
“Miss Relena,” An old man asks, “would you like anything else?”
Relena looks up. “No thanks Pagan.”
“Alright then.” Pagan turns and walks out the door.
“Why? I wonder…” She looks up and suddenly talks out loud, “Where are you Heero?”
* * * * *
“Sir Treize was some character I must say. But he went about everything all wrong.” A blond man says with a frown, “So did the Foundation. I mean, you don’t need brute force or promises. You only need some real truth.” He stares at all the silent faces looking at him. “ I know that the world is peaceful now. But there are some nuts out there that don’t like the way things are running and I have heard some places that have been getting threats about their total pacifism. So,” he is cut off by a man that stands up and throws in a good point.
“But what are empty threats? They are the same as empty promises.” He sits back down among the whispers of agreement and discussion.
“People of this board.” The man says over the loudness and motions his hands to quiet them. “You have been elected to do what’s best for the nation’s welfare. You can’t say that doing nothing in this situation is the best solution.” He walks away from the huge podium and walks out to talk to the crowd. “You can’t honestly say that sitting here while people are being threatened is the best way to live life.” His voice gets stronger and it echoes throughout the person-filled room as he continues. “People are constantly looking for new means of protection from the people not following the “total pacifism” theory. And since we follow the theory, we cannot go about to fix the problem. We cannot go around and find every single person against the “total pacifism” theory and tell him or her they are wrong. We need some means of protection. We need some mobile suits that can take the forces of the rebels.” He stops talking to the people passionately and walks back to the podium and looks at the crowd with a moment of silence before continuing, “I was elected to do what is right. And I will continue to do so. Even if it means taking different actions.”
There is an extreme amount of clapping as the young man walks off.
A man is at the back door of the stage to meet the speaker.
“Very well done, Sir.” The man in black tuxedo says politely.
“You think so?” He asks the man.
“Why yes.” The old man says taking a glimpse out on the stage. “Yet another standing ovation.”
“Why yes Edward.” The young man chuckles a little as they walk out to the limousine. “I do believe you are right.”
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