Quatre...

“Sir, the reports you requested,” said the lady handing out the leather folder, but the man in a well-tailored suit had his mind elsewhere as he looked at the huge machinery outside through the glass wall of his office.

“Sir?”

Quatre Rebarba Winner snapped out of his reverie. He looked back at his secretary over his shoulder. “I’m sorry, what is it you were saying?”

“Here are the reports you wanted to look at,” the lady said. “Sir, are you all right?” concern mirroring in her eyes.

“Thank you,” Quatre said as he reached out to get the reports and sat on his leather chair. “And yes, I am all right. I am just thinking about something, that’s all.”

Taking his explanation, the secretary nodded and went out of his office closing the door firmly behind her.

Quatre sat back on his chair as he looked through the reports.

The Winner family had once again attained its former glory through Quatre, who, after the war, devoted his time studying to become the rightful heir to the business empire. He had extended their business as a supplier for the military production. He was even in control of the C324 colony in the fourth quadrant, a small yet a very progressive colony.

As he flipped through the pages of the report, he came across a notice from the Romefellar Foundation.

They are accusing me of developing a newer type of gundam? Quatre thought. He picked the pages from the folder and sat forward in his chair. They said that it is the reason for the uneasiness of the people, fearing that another war will break from this.

A buzz from the intercom suddenly sounded and the image of her sister appeared on the monitor.

“Sis,” Quatre acknowledged. He dropped the papers he was reading and faced the monitor. “What a surprise,” he said a smile pasted on his face.

“Quatre, I heard about the news,” _______ said without preliminaries.

His smile suddenly vanished, leaned back on his chair and interlaced his fingers.

“I am worried. You have all the resources and naturally they will think that you would try to resurrect the gundams. You being a gundam pilot before and all.”

“They do not have anything to do, sis. That’s the way in this business, one trying to bring down the other so he could go up.” Quatre leaned forward and smiled. “Do not worry too much. I have encountered much worse-cased scenarios than that and I will survive this one.”

“I heard from my husband that they will send someone to investigate the place.”

“A notice has already been put into my attention.”

“Please be careful, Quatre. I know I should not worry but I cannot help it. What you are trying to do is…” _____ expelled a deep breath. “All right, you are a grown up now and you know what to do.”

“Thank you,” Quatre smile broadened. “Say hi to the kids for me, will you?”

“I’ll do that. Bye,” with that, the monitor went blank. Quatre stood up and faced the glass wall once more. Then after some time, he went to his private lift, going down below the colony’s surface, a place where no one else could access except him and…

“It is coming along well,” Dr. __ said when the door of the lift opened.

“We put some modifications on the artilleries, that should hold up the weight problem we are experiencing with Sandrock. It will be easier for him to move in space this time,” Dr. ___ put in.

“Very impressive,” Quatre commented. He looked up to the ongoing reconstruction of his gundam.

I thought I would never see you again, Sandrock, but it seems that we need you once again, after all this time. Nine years is such a long time.

“We asked you before and we are asking you again, are you really decided on this project? You know the consequences,” Dr. ___ asked Quatre who was staring at his gundam.

“Yes,” Quatre simply stated.

“Quatre, you do know how it felt like to be a gundam pilot before. Are you willing to go back to that?”

“I have to. I have a family and a place to protect. I can’t just stand back when I know I could do something.”

“Very well.”

“And there’s one more thing.”

“What’s that,” Dr. __ asked.

“There is no one who could reconstruct Altron and Heavy Arms except the two of you, why not do it? I know that Trowa and Wufei would be most grateful.”

The three doctors only answered him with a mischievous smile.