Guardian Prologue

Trowa Barton was sitting at his desk and drinking a cup of tea when he suddenly got an idea. Over the last few days, he had been turning over an idea in his head. He sits his cup down and walked over to the file cabinet near his window. He opens the third drawer and takes out a picture of his blond angel. ‘Ahhh, Quatre Winner, my love…,’ He oogles the picture for several moments before placing it in the drawer. He walks over to his desk and presses the intercom button.

Trowa leans over. “Have Heero Yuy come to my office at once. I have another assignment for him.”

“Yes Mr. Barton,” the female voice answers back.

Heero is driving his Porsche to work. He looks over at the clock and realized that he is going to be fifteen minutes early. “Might as well stop for some coffee then,’ He pulls over to the coffee shop that he is closest to and sits down at the counter.

“Heero!!!!” a familiar female voice calls out.

Heero looks up and sees the woman of his nightmares. “Hey Relena, what brings you here.”

The girl frowned noticing that it was more of a statement than a question. She has been trying so hard to get Heero to love her. ‘Why does he have to be so damn difficult?!’ “Just the coffee, imagine, bumping into you like this.”

“Imagine.” Heero turns back to his coffee.

Relena sits down next to him. “How is work these days Heero? Surely, a man of your talent is unappreciated by the FBI.” Her hand slithers close to his resting on the counter.

“Well, I wouldn’t say that. But sometimes, it does get boring. But, my boss seems to think very highly of me.”

“Oh?” One eyebrow inches up as her hand inches closer. “Its nice to know that someone else appreciates you, however I’m sure that he can’t like I-”

A cell phone playing Beethoven’s Fifth cuts her off. Heero reaches into his jacket and answers. “This is Yuy………does he?……..yes, I see…..I’ll be there right away.” He puts his phone back into his jacket and finishes off his coffee in one feel swoop. “Sorry, Relena but I have to get to work now.”

Relena is trying hard to keep her disappointment hidden, but fails miserably. “I understand, please have a good day at work.” She suddenly looks up at Heero hopefully. “Maybe, we could have lunch together?” But at the mention of the word together, Heero is out the door and into his porsche.

“Life is sooooo cruelllll!” She starts weeping into her coffee.

Trowa is staring out of the window with his hands behind his back when Heero walks in. “Ahhh, Heero Yuy, please sit down.” The young man complies. He can’t help but feel great respect and admiration for his boss of the same age. He had heard that Trowa was the ideal agent in his day (a few years ago). Now, here he was, only 20 and practically chairing the security division of the FBI.

“You sent for me Mr. Barton?”

Trowa turns and faces Heero. Trowa looks Heero over. He is upset that he cannot sum him up like he can other men. He can look at them and see into them. He can tell what their lives are like, what is coursing through their minds, what their fears are. But with Heero, he sees a man who is very neat and clean cut. He is well built, very reserved, and from looking into those crystal blue eyes, it appears that he has no fear. ‘You are a complete mystery to me and that irks me Yuy,’ Trowa closes his eyes and takes a breath before speaking.

The green eyes stare lifelessly at Heero. “Yes, I have a new assignment for you.” He sits down at his desk and hands Heero and manilla folder. “As you may have heard, the heir to Winner Oil is now living in our fair city.”

Heero opens the folder and nods. He sees a picture of Quatre Winner stapled to the first page. Heero stares intently at the picture. ‘One of the richest men in the world and he looks like a mere boy!’ “Yes I have heard.”

“Good. Its nice to know that some of our agents are keeping up with the news.” He can’t help but think back to the misshap a few days ago with agent Duo Maxwell. Trowa cringes slightly at the thought of the name. “Well, Winner is living on the outskirts of the city in a mansion. Since he has just moved here, he needs more agents who are familiar with the surroundings around him.”

“Forgive me sir, but that’s not the kind of work that I do.” Heero sits up in his seat and stares at Trowa coldly.

“I didn’t say that you would be there on surveillance, now did I? Be more patient.” He drinks some tea, but his eyes never leave Heero’s. “Winner is concerned that an attempt may be made on his life by one of his family members. It seems that once he inherited the estate, there was some bickering among him and his siblings.”

Heero turns a page in the report and while scanning it, sees the source of the problem. “1.7 billion dollars?! I think that his siblings will do more than bicker.” Reading some more of the report. “Is it true that all the rest of them got was love from their parents?”

“Yes, but apparently in this case, love isn’t enough. Once you finish reading the report I want you to give Winner a call and you two will need to set up time to meet each other and decide on how you will work together. I don’t know how long this assignment will last, but you will make a report to me once a week on the status of our client.” ‘God I wish I could take on this assignment myself.’

Heero, notices the slight flush in Barton’s cheeks. ‘This case must be very important for him to show emotion like that’ “Yes, Mr. Barton.” Heero walks out of the office with the folder in hand.

Barton looks down at the picture of Quatre in his hands. “Please take care of my Quatre…..”

TBC