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Chapter 4

At a military base on L6 colony, soldiers were practicing maneuvers. A small squadron was pulled aside and given orders. They were to depart at once, for earth.

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A mousy woman smiled in a motherly way as she fawned over white silk, pinning adjustments to the wedding dress Relena wore. It was a gorgeous full-length gown, with silk roses on the sleeves, and a fitted bodice. She should have looked young and alive, happy and excited about the upcoming nuptials.  She deserved that happiness.  But her eyes told a different story, one that was filled with heartache and misery of one much older than her twenty years.

Milliardo looked sadly at his sister, so beautiful in her wedding gown, but so unhappy. The Ambassador and the groom’s party would arrive in the morning, and then the wedding would happen in just over a week…

Milliardo’s secretary interrupted his reverie, “Mr. Peacecraft, sir, Majors Po and Chang are waiting in your office.” Surprised, Milliardo left the room and hurried to his office. Noin was already there. No one looked happy.

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Ambassador Quincy and his grandson boarded the shuttle bound for Earth. The older man was relieved the younger one had finally stopped his whining and let him have peace for a few days. However, he was just as unsure how to deal with the young man’s stony silence as his immature sniveling. He wished with all his heart that Relena could change the boy, and make him happy. “He used to be such a nice young man,” the Ambassador thought to himself before drifting off to sleep.

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“Who is planning on kidnapping her?” Milliardo asked Major Sally Po of the Preventers.

“The transmission we received from Heero was encoded. We have most of it deciphered, but there are cad drawings of the military bases, and vital information missing. We’re not sure if the data is corrupted or if there is further encoding. Our people are working on it. One way or the other, we’ll find out,” Sally replied confidently.

“Heero?” Milliardo’s eyes narrowed, anger blazing in his eyes at the mention of his name. “Have you tried contacting him?”

“We have tried, but true to form, Yuy took down the link immediately after his transmission. We located the server, but there is no way to tell where he was accessing it from,” Wufei replied. “What we do know is that we have no reason to doubt his information, and therefore we should heighten security around her, 24 hours a day.”

Sally and Noin both nodded in response. Milliardo turned to face the wall, his back to the others in his office, and said, “Agreed. But I want Maxwell and Barton in on this.”

“Yes sir. They’ll be reassigned as soon as we get back to headquarters. Anything else?” Major Sally asked.

“Yes, there is one more thing,” Milliardo said, turning back to face them, a murderous look in his eye, and his fists clenched at his sides. “Heero Yuy is to not be involved in this in any way. He is not to step one foot in this house, nor is he to have any contact with the people in this house. Understood?” He practically yelled. Noin sucked in a breath at his declaration.

“Yes sir.” Sally said and raised an eyebrow in surprise. She and Wufei saluted then left the office.

Noin watched Milliardo seethe for a while as she tried to pick out the right words. “Darling,” she said softly, reaching out to touch his shoulder. She felt him stiffen slightly, “I don’t think he’ll be a problem. He doesn’t seem to want to be found…”her voice trailed off as he pulled away from her.

“I don’t care, that’s the last thing we need now. I can just picture it,” Milliardo’s voice changed to one thick with sarcasm, as he pulled out his chair and sunk down into it. “He shows up, and the wedding is called off. Why else would he pick now to send a transmission to the Preventers? He’s been missing for over four years, and suddenly, when Relena’s about to get married, he re-establishes contact? Hmmm… sounds just a bit fishy to me.”

“He made one transmission, and can’t be located,” Noin argued.

“Yeah, he’s probably in her room right now, convincing her to run away with him,” he said sourly.

Noin giggled, “Please! Can you see Heero trying to convince Relena to give in to a romantic flight of fancy? He’s more likely to put a gun to her head and threaten to kill her again.”

Milliardo’s death glare had started to dissipate at trying to picture the suicidal gundam pilot wooing his sister, but once again clouded over at the mention of him trying to kill her.

“If there is one thing a five year absence proves, dear, it’s that he doesn’t have any designs on her. Most likely, and I would never say this to Relena, he never had any feelings for her at all,” Noin said bitterly.

“Well, I hope that is the case. For her sake,” Milliardo said unconvinced.

Unbeknownst to them, a shadowy figure with long blond hair had come to a stop in the hallway outside the office, just in time to hear her sister-in-law's harsh words.  As they started towards the door, she swiftly turned and hurried back in the direction of her room, fighting back tears of grief, which slowed her escape.

Noin emerged from the office first, and was horrified to see long blond hair disappear around a corner. “Oh God,” she thought. “She heard me. Damn!”