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AUTHOR’S NOTE: Ooh... events are being set in motion... Oh, and is this confusing? Everyone understands that Catherine is Meo and Quatre is Ganar? Hope so. Otherwise, this would be VERY confusing. Please review!!!

EYES
“Mission Accepted”

By
LadyKnight

“Trowa, stay still if you don’t want to die!” Trowa sighed and pretended to stiffen his muscles. Catherine was throwing knives at him again. Just as the third knife was about to hit the board, he lowered his arm a bit to avoid getting slashed. It’s more like move if you don’t want to die...

Catherine frowned at herself. She’d caught Trowa’s almost imperceptible movement. What’s wrong with me these days? I’m always on the mark. I guess I just really need a break.

“Alright Trowa, I think that’s enough for today. Let’s turn in.” He nodded and followed her back to the trailer.

Later that night, in her section of their trailer, Catherine stretched and decided to visit 0198 before going to sleep. She put her Trans device in place and shut her eyes, lying comfortably back in her bed.

~*~

GANAR.

The familiar badges flashed at her and she turned to greet the figure.

“Meo! It’s been a long time since I last saw you.” Ganar smiled, as did Meo.

“How has the Dimension been?”

“It’s been wonderful, really. Everyone is very considerate and kind.”

This guy is too formal when he speaks, thought Catherine. Out loud she said, “That’s great. So, anything I should know about, Ganar?”

“Well, actually, yes. How do I go about... um... offering assignments?”

“Oh, you have profiles of what region each agent covers. Regions in the galaxy are spread evenly and redistributed as the organization grows. But, regions aren’t really strict. If an agent is available, just ask.” She winked and raised her hand. “Me! Me!”

         He laughed. “Well, since you’re so enthusiastic about this...”

         “Yes!”

         “I need someone to investigate the L1 colony cluster. Mysterious occurrences have sparked... er... my concern.”

         “Details, details, Ganar. You must give me more details. I’ll probably be working with other members of Los Ojos if it’s a big assignment. So, why is this a Winner concern? What’s at stake here--”

         Quatre cleared his throat, interrupting her. “There have been recent transports to L1 that have been inconsistent with recent colony production outputs. It’s very likely that some illegal weapons or products are being smuggled. The information you find will go to the man who informed me of these unusual transports. He’ll handle stopping whoever is breaking the disarmament agreements that Vice Foreign Minister Darlian just recently passed through the congress. Also, Miss Darlian will soon be attending a conference on L1, and the Winners would like to ensure that she will be safe. Tightened security and everything. Thus, we need to flush out any unusual or suspicious activities going on around the colony cluster. All I need is information on whether or not something illegal is being done near or on L1 and what those illegal activities are.”

         “Hmm... I suppose that’s enough for me to work with. Even though I don’t know you, I’ll admit quite openly that I trust you, Ganar. Don’t EVER break that trust. You wouldn’t want Los Ojos to be your enemies. Remember, we usually act simply as spies but... we are very skilled in combat.” She smiled to lighten her words. “I’ll accept the mission, though it is rather vague. Is there a specific piece of information you’re looking for?”

         “Not really... we just need anything to confirm our suspicions.”

         “And Mr. Winner sanctioned this assignment? You have his seal?”

         “Yes.” Quatre handed her a document. She placed her index finger on it and, as she moved it, something appeared on the document. She returned the sheet. “Mission accepted.”

         “I’ll provide anything you might need—“

         “I’ll be fine. I assure you, I’ll contact you if I need anything.” She flashed him a smile again. “I’m off, ciao ciao!” He nodded, watching her figure fade. He looked down at the document in his hands and then twisted at some invisible thread only he could see in the darkness of 0198. The document vanished and ‘DATA FILED’ flashed in the sky, or what would have been the sky. Quatre closed his eyes and opened them again in the real world. I suppose I should tell Heero that I’ve got someone working on the case now.

~*~

         “Oi, Heero. So, having fun on earth with the missus?”

         “Hn.”

         “Aw, come on, Heero. When are you going to marry the girl, or even smile at her?”

         Glare.

         “Okay, never mind that. So, Quatre has spies working for him now?”

         Heero shrugged.

         “You said he’s checking out those suspicious transports Hilde and I caught on the Sweepers records, didn’t you?”

         “Hn.”

         “What do you mean, ‘hn’?”

         “...”

         “Okaaaayyyy, that just clarifies everything. I think I’ll just go talk to Quatre now, ‘kay buddy?”

         “...”

         “Love you too, Heero!” Duo rolled his eyes at Hilde as he disconnected.

         “So, Quatre has a network of spies or just a spy now?” Hilde asked.

         “Hmm... I don’t know. He didn’t actually say he had spies. He just said he might be able to find some info... but how else would he get info if not spies? Ah, our Quatre’s just full of surprises, ne, Hildey?”

         “Don’t call me that, Maxwell!”

         “Ow, Hildey...OWWWWW—Hildey—YOUCH!—Hildeee, I mean—HILDE, let go of my BRAID!”

~*~

         Catherine sighed and rubbed her temples. She’d been up late hacking and contacting members of Los Ojos on or near the L1 cluster. Unfortunately, there weren’t many left near L1 since the war. Frustrated, she lazed in a corner of the circus tents for a while, just thinking about the meager bits of information she had gathered thus far. She was startled when someone shoved a glass of lemonade in front of her.

         “Oh, thanks Trowa. I needed that.”

         “...”

         “You know, Trowa, I don’t think I’m up for rehearsal today.”

         “...”

         She paused a moment. “Could you tell the ringmaster that I really don’t want to participate in the trapeze act today, either?”

         He nodded.

         She waited a moment. Her partner continued to simply stand there, silently. She shifted slightly, deciding to break the silence. Again.

         “Do you mind if I don’t cook anything tonight for dinner? I’m really not up to it at the moment.”

         “............................”

         “Hmm... I just don’t feel up to anything these days, really,” she continued, not expecting him to answer. She yawned, leaning back into the tent wall and closing her eyes, her fingers spread lightly around the cold glass. Trowa noted her exhausted expression.

         “Maybe you should take some time off from the circus. You’re really restless lately. The winds of change can refresh the soul.”

         She started. “Gee Trowa, that’s—I’m not THAT tired.” A raised eyebrow was her only answer. She sighed. “Okay, back to work we go!”

         He nodded. Dragging him along, she determinedly headed toward the arenas. Maybe I do need a break from the circus. I’d certainly have more time for my assignment...

~*~

         Catherine glanced out the shuttle window, excitement filling her. It’s been too long since my last vacation. The Manager had actually given her a long paid leave of absence. Something about her working all through the war... I bet Trowa dropped a word in for me. He’d been hovering for the past two days, which had frustrated her to no end when she was secretly trying to hack around and find Ganar’s information. She sighed. He was just worried since she hadn’t been sleeping much. Ah, well. Now she’d have all the time in the world to investigate L1. Trowa was back with the circus still, so he wouldn’t be hovering, either. Appearing out of nowhere at the worst possible times, to be exact. She sighed again. His skills always impressed her... It’s lucky that I’ve never had a mission while he was around during the war—otherwise, he would have suspected something about me already. She rubbed her temples. He’d make a great spy, but I don’t ever want him to fight. He’s still just a little boy. Catherine shook her head. A little boy who towers over you, Cat. Stop being so protective. Frowning, she found herself recalling a day long before the war, and a boy she’d wished she’d known...

         “Ladies and gentlemen, the shuttle will be arriving at L1 shortly.”

~*~

         Quatre tapped his fingers together and stared at the piles of files on his desk. He hadn’t touched them for the last few hours. He sighed. Los Ojos seems like a great organization. Ugh... I just don’t like this idea of putting someone at risk. I hope she’s okay. Meo had informed him that she’d be going ‘into action’ last night, since hacking and wandering Cyber had proved useless. He’d asked Meo to check in every twenty-four hours, but he still felt guilty about sending someone into danger. He sighed; he still had reservations about the spy network, and he didn’t feel quite comfortable with a WINNER spy network, considering the ideals of his family. He shook his head, pushing the thoughts away and resuming his worried contemplation of Meo’s mission. I hope she finds out more than Duo did...