Codename Lightning Chapter 3 (R)

[HeeroPV]

Codename: Lightning
A Shin Kidou Senshi Gundam W fanfic by Preventer Void
Chapter 3: Buried Secrets

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Well, here I am with more of the same. The story continues onwards, and now I have the pleasure to announce that Chapter 6 is complete and awating proofing. Soon, the story will continue in earnest.

Unfortunately, this is the chapter that may lose some of you. If you aren't a fan of the other Gundam shows, then odds are the references will lose you. Don't worry too much about it; the specifics aren't as important as the basic facts involved, and you can pick up upon those even if you haven't seen the other series.

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"Slow day."

Relena looked up as she stirred the sugar in her coffee cup. She was in the Preventers' break room along with Trowa and Wu Fei, who were also getting coffee.

Trowa nodded before taking a sip from his mug. "Yeah, things have been pretty quiet lately. I mean, it's been almost six months since anything big has happened."

The former politician smiled into her mug. "Honestly, I don't mind the lack of activity. Compared to the ESUN senate, this is a vacation."

"I'm sure you can't wait to go out there and kick some ass, right?" asked Wu Fei.

"Well, yeah, but ours is one of the few jobs where slow days are a good thing for the general populace."

The two Gundam pilots nodded in agreement. Just then, Duo strode into the room, carrying his mug and whistling an upbeat tune. He filled up, and then started out the door again.

"Oh, Duo..."

The braided pilot stopped and turned around. Trowa was holding up the empty carafe. "You know the rule; if you take the last drop, you make the next pot."

"Aww, c'mon guys! I gotta get back to work! Can't you make an exception?"

Relena shook her head. "Duo, I've only been here for two months and even I have that rule down. No exceptions."

"Pleeeeeeease?"

"NO!" they all shouted in unison. Whimpering like a wounded animal, Duo took the carafe and started making more coffee as the three left the room.

"Do you think we were too hard on him?" asked Trowa.

Wu Fei shook his head. "The rules are the same for everyone. Even Lady Une refills the pot if she finishes the last one off."

"Sometimes I wonder if it would be more efficient to replace him with a golden retriever," Relena mused.

The Chinese pilot laughed. "I like the way you think, but his fianc?e would dump him if she had to spend any longer around him than normal. If you'll excuse me..."

The two pilots went off to their respective offices as Relena went to hers. A gilded sign on the door read "Reiko Nakajima - Preventer Lightning". Seeing the sign filled her with more pride than anything she ever did as Vice Foreign Minister did. Now that she was a Preventer, she felt more like her job had a tangible impact on the world...or she would, if anything would happen. Opening the door, she saw someone sitting at the black leather chair in front of her desk.

"What may I help you with today, Void?"

Heero turned at the sound of her voice, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I was wondering where you were."

"Coffee, friendly conversation and tormenting Braid-Boy."

He went over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning in for a deep kiss. Caught off-guard, she fell backwards against the door, pushing it shut. After a minute, she broke the kiss.

"Next time, at least let me put the coffee down first."

He smiled more fully now. "Well, I officially have another reason to be proud of you."

She blinked in surprise. "What?"

"I heard through the grapevine that Lady Une is going to give you a command position as soon as she can."

Relena pulled away from him and set her mug on the desk, and then turned around and pulled him into an even more passionate kiss. They stayed that way for some time, and then finally broke it and looked into each other's eyes.

"Why did she decide to do that?" she inquired.

"Because of your performance in the final test and your past experience in what she calls a position of command."

She went around her desk and sat down in the swivel chair. "I wonder if I'll ever escape the reputation I earned in that job."

"They're not expecting you to go back to your old job or anything, but you still command the same respect and attention even when people don't know who you really are."

"Well, since you seem to be psychic, maybe you can tell me when we'll finally have a real mission."

Heero smirked as he headed for the door. "I never claimed to be some kind of mystic. I just have my sources."

She watched his retreating form, paying extra attention to his rear. "Oh Lord...what's wrong with me?" Trying to push the inappropriate fantasies out of her head, she turned on her PC and waited for it to finish booting up before opening up her database. Ever since she had joined, she had been making a sweep of former Alliance and OZ based which might be housing anarchists and other dangerous elements. The problem was, most of them had already been cleaned out long before she had joined. Moving the mouse over the world map, she double-clicked on some of the locations, which brought up the information on the base's purpose and current status. She browsed over a few of the more familiar locations: New Edwards, Lake Victoria, Antarctica...

Something caught Relena's attention as she looked over northern Asia. Right in the middle of Ukraine, which was of extremely little strategic value, there was one large base within flight range of multiple supply stations and manufacturing plants. She pulled up the base's information and discovered that it was a spent mining facility and had seen very little activity other than being the design site of several early OZ transports and Mobile Suits. Something just clicked in her mind...why would OZ make a base that was so vital to the creation of the modern military so far out? As she dug deeper, things began looking more and more out of place. This was definitely something she had to tell the others about.

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"So...it's a base."

Relena shook her head. "It's more than just a base, Maxwell. Something is up there, and I know it."

Wu Fei glanced over the information she had printed out before looking back up at her. "Oddessa used to be a mining facility back before the colonies were built. Its resources have been long gone, and it's too far away from any major fronts to actually have any importance. Why do you think it's worth looking into?"

She pulled out several more sheets of paper from her folder and placed them on the table. "For no apparent reason, several early OZ designs were created at Oddessa before they moved operations to places like Lake Victoria and the Lunar Base. These designs include the OZ-01, -02, -03, -04, and -05MS and this interesting little ship." She produced another piece of paper and laid it on the table. Almost instantly, Trowa picked it up and examined it.

"The Gaw attack carrier...I encountered a couple of these when I was still a mercenary. Apparently, OZ only produced a limited number before producing more space-based units like the Leo Mothership."

Zechs chose that moment to interrupt. "That and a majority of the rebel forces came from the colonies, so terrestrial attack carriers were of little use."

"But you don't see it," Relena interjected. "Look at these Mobile Suits. Do you notice something odd about them?"

The gathered Preventers took another good look at the blueprints before them. Heero picked one of them, labeled the OZ-01MS, and examined it at arm's length. "This looks nothing like any of OZ's later designs. The head design, the chest...if anything, it looks more like an early Gundam."

Relena nodded definitively. "Exactly. And look at the others - visors, goggles, even cat's eyes for sensors, and a number of weapons we've never heard of before, like this shotlancer and this beam shield. These MS do not make tactical sense when compared with their siblings. And there are more."

They picked through several more papers she had printed out, examining incomplete prototypes for various kinds of Mobile Suits and even some Mobile Armor. Duo burst out laughing at the sight of one amphibious model. "Jeez, it looks like a mechanical teddy bear or something..."

"Not to mention this," Wu Fei added as he examined the OZ-02MS. "It looks like an early transforming model, but they couldn't work out the transformation mechanism. Just as well...what was the point of making a Mobile Suit that transforms into a velociraptor? The drill is a nice touch, though."

"And it only gets more interesting when you see the staff of Oddessa circa AC 170, when the Tallgeese was built." She handed Trowa the next paper, and he read for the benefit of the others.

"Doctor J...Professor G...Doktor S...Instructor H...Master O...Howard...it's the original creators of the Tallgeese."

Lady Une looked over at Relena. "Did you talk to Dr. Howard about this?"

The young woman nodded. "Yes, and he told me that back then, they were handed a bunch of incomplete MS schematics and told to use them for inspiration. The Tallgeese apparently went through several different incarnations, all of them having something in common with these designs here...and at least a couple were Gundams."

There was a long pause as everyone absorbed these thoughts. Finally, Heero spoke up. "So, you think it's worth investigating this place?"

"So if OZ had all this powerful technology," asked Duo as he leafed through the designs on the table, "why didn't they use them to make their MS? God knows the Leo could have stood some improvement."

"My best guess is that they didn't have complete information," Relena replied. "They knew what these things were, but they didn't know how to make them. Apparently, they tried to mimic it as well as they could - the AS planet defensors used by the Scorpio and Mercurius Shuivan are OZ's approximation of beam shields."

"Yes, and I'm absolutely sure I'll find something as interesting as all this, if not more so."

Lady Une nodded. "I agree. Heero, you go with her in case you encounter hostile forces. Report back to me the second you find anything."

The pair nodded, and then took their leave of their allies. As they walked down the hallways of Preventers HQ, Heero looked over at his partner. "Don't you think you're taking women's intuition a step too far here?"

Relena smacked him softly upside the head, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. "That's what you get for being a smartass. You'll get more if you don't shut up."

"I dare you."

She shook her head in mock disgust. "Heero, please. Not in the middle of a mission."

A faint leer appeared on his face. "Afterwards, then?"

Relena made a big show of licking her lips and smacking him on the butt. "You're reading my mind again..."

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The full moon rose over what remained of Oddessa Mining Base as their plane approached from the mountains. Heero made sure to set it down a good distance away so as not to attract any attention, despite the fact that the facility looked like a ghost town. Relena pulled her heavy coat tighter around her light form as they trudged over the frigid dirt and gravel. They walked by a pit with the circular terraces that were telltale signs of strip mining and a pair of small buildings at the lowest terrace. Heero made a move to head down, but Relena held him back, shaking her head and indicating the main building about two miles away. He muttered something under his breath and started for the building.

"This place seems pretty well-maintained for an abandoned base," she mused.

"Yeah, it's definitely suspicious."

Ten minutes of walking brought them to the base. Relena indicated a camera mounted a little ways away, a red light blinking below the lens. Heero lead her around to the camera's blind spot and pulled a set of climbing gear out of his backpack. She followed suit, and soon they were climbing the wall with the aid of spiked gloves and boots. Once they were on the ceiling, he pulled the grate away from an air duct and allowed her to crawl in first, and then followed and pulled it shut behind him. He drew out a PDA into which he had loaded floor plans for the base and began looking them over. When he found something, he whispered into the tiny microphone on his jacket collar.

"There are two rooms that look like they could be used for data storage. One of them is straight ahead and the other is a little ways off. You check the first one."

"Right." She looked over her shoulder as he crawled through a side duct, and then went on once he was out of sight. She found the room with no problem and waited for a couple of minutes before removing the grate and dropping down to the floor. The room was made up mostly of banks of computer terminals and chairs with a large monitor in the front. She made sure to activate the electronic lock and add a pass code to ensure her some privacy. With that out of the way, she activated one of the computers and began digging.

The operating system was relatively simple; unfortunately, there was no connection to the Net. She pulled her laptop out of her backpack and plugged it into the computer through an access port and turned on her wireless connection. Then, she set to work hacking. Right off the bat, the most recently accessed files were a number of unfamiliar MS and MA designs, most with the label "Zeon" somewhere on them. Almost all of those again had design aspects in common with the OZ-01MS she had shown the other Preventers. Among the designs were lots of space battleships and even some ground transports and submarines.

Then she saw something that really caught her interest: a video file that had seen a lot of recent access. She plugged her headphones into her laptop and opened the file. The media player opened up with the image of a bold-looking man with close-cropped purple hair and what was unmistakably a military uniform. Behind him was a large bed of flowers, positioned in front of a giant portrait of a handsome youth who, by his features and hair, was related to the man in front. Holding her breath, she hit the play button.

"We have lost a hero to our glorious and noble cause! But does this foreshadow our defeat?! No! It is a new beginning! Compared to the Earth Federation, the national resources of Zeon are less than one-thirtieth! Despite this major difference, how is it that we've been able to fight for so long?! My people! It is because our goal in this war is a righteous one! You of all understand this the best. We were driven from Earth and forced to become colonists in space. For fifty years, a handful of elites on Earth have extended control of the Earth Federation into space! How many times has the Federation quashed our demands for freedom? As long as we, the Principality of Zeon, fight for this sacred cause, God will not abandon us! My beloved brother, Garma Zabi, was sacrificed! Why?!

History demands that we, the chosen nation, must dominate this new age! We must not become complacent and we must bring an end to this stalemate! Together we have struggled in the harsh life of space and built this new culture upon which we stand. Zeon Daikun said that the rebirth of man would begin with us, those who live in space! However, the arrogant worms of the Earth Federation claim that they are the ones to control mankind and resist this renaissance. Many of you have lost fathers and sons to the Federation's senseless resistance! You must keep this sadness and hatred alive within you! My brother Garma Zabi has shown us these virtues through his own valiant sacrifice! We must gather this hatred and crush the Federation, for true victory is within our grasp. Victory is the ultimate vindication for all of those who have sacrificed their lives in this conflict! My people! My people, rise and transform your sorrow into anger! Never forget that we, the citizens of Zeon, are the chosen! We, the superior race, shall save mankind! Seig Zeon!"

As the media player closed, Relena felt a chill run down her spine. Even without her having been versed in speech writing, she could definitely tell the speaker's intent. He was whipping those people into a fanatical frenzy. Even though he had used words like "beloved" and "valiant" to refer to his brother, it seemed like he saw Garma's death as nothing more than a source of political power. She shook her head; this man was not one to cut corners or mince words. What he said, he meant. His use of loaded words and emotional appeals made her sure that this Earth Federation wasn't the satanic entity he had made it out to be. She wondered just how effective his speech had been, then thought to herself that further research would provide the answer.

"Interesting little video you have there." She jerked her head up automatically, and then realized that the voice was Lady Une's, coming from her earpiece.

"Yeah...absolutely perfect for stirring those people up, but I can't help but wonder what happened to those people."

"According to what Heero found, nothing good. The records he sent me date Garma Zabi's death at October 5, Universal Century 0079. On January 1st the following year, the Principality of Zeon surrendered to the Earth Federation. And the speaker, Giren Zabi, was shot in the head by his own sister for killing their father."

Relena winced. "Ouch...wait, did you say 'Universal Century'?!"

"Apparently, people have been in space for a lot longer than two hundred years. The figure is actually closer to five or six hundred. The Earth Federation mentioned in that speech was formed shortly before the first colonies were completed and lasted for almost three hundred years before collapsing shortly after what they call the Seventh Space War, in which all the original colonies were dropped on the planet."

"...That would explain why the environment is so unstable now, and why it would have only taken Libra hitting the Earth to cause a nuclear winter."

"Exactly. It's a wonder that we didn't know about these events before, but right now, it seems like that base is the missing link to the past."

Before she could reply, there came the faint beeping sound of someone trying to open the door using the security keypad. After several beeps, she heard the two angry buzzes that indicated a failed pass code.

"Shit, my code isn't working," came a man's voice from the other side of the door.

A second man's voice followed another attempt at opening the door. "Are you sure you have the right code?"

"Of course! Here, let me see your keyfob. Maybe mine's broken."

After another couple of seconds of unsuccessful button pressing, the first soldier spoke up again. "Damn thing must be broken. Use the emergency opening handle."

Instantly, Relena shut down her computer and began stuffing it back into her backpack. "Sorry, but someone's coming and I need to hide," she whispered into the microphone.

"Understood, I'll shut down my connection so they can't track it." A split second later, there was a faint beep that signaled the link closing. She scooped up her backpack and ducked under the console behind her as the two men walked in. The door closed before she could get out...that meant there was no way to leave without attracting their attention.

"Hey, someone left a computer on," observed one of the soldiers.

"Forget it; probably some newbie listening to the speech who forgot to turn it off when he was...hey, what's that?"

From under the farthest console, Relena saw one of the men crouch down and pick up a cable...her link cable. She cursed herself for leaving it behind. Getting a warning sensation, she drew her pistol from her shoulder holster. Just as she was about to move, the man's head turned and he saw her, only to have a bullet punch through his face, spattering bright crimson blood all over the console behind him. Her cover effectively blown, she opened the door and ran like a woman possessed. She heard the alarm as soon as she was a fair distance away; the man's friend had probably triggered it as soon as he had recovered from the shock of his partner's death. She reached up to her lapel and pressed the button to turn the headset on.

"Sorry Heero, but they caught me off-guard. Get out of there now."

"Right, they'll probably have things locked down now. Get out any way you can, and be careful."

"Of course."

As she heard the echo of heavy boots coming down the hall towards her, Relena decided to take a chance and jump into the next room she came across. She pressed herself against the door and took the time to program a new pass code before turning around and seeing where she was - the Mobile Suit dock. In each of the repair docks was a different Mobile Suit, none of them were OZ-made; all these she had seen on the database. Hearing the soldiers work the emergency handle, she made a beeline for the nearest MS, a slender white machine with enormous shoulder binders and a long head. She jumped onto the elevator platform in front of the MS and pressed the up button. The metal platform shuddered, and then began rising with a mechanical hum as it carried Relena up to the cockpit of the white MS. She felt the galvanic sensation of her warning sense running through her body and began to turn, only to get caught in the side by a bullet. Luckily, she was wearing her bulletproof vest; unfortunately, the shock of the impact threw her off, and a second bullet whizzed by her head, leaving a hot sensation just above her ear. She fell to the ground and put a hand to her temple, pulled it away and saw the bright red stain on her fingers. This wasn't a simulation; that much was certain now.

When the platform ground to a halt, she dove into the cockpit, narrowly avoiding several more bullets. She quickly sealed the hatch and began starting up the OS. The main screen lit up, displaying the MS's name and number: AMX-004 Quebely. When the startup was complete, the monitors showed the dock around her, the soldiers scrambling towards the other MS. Relena started for the exit, but a bulky green MS with large spikes on its shoulders tackled her from behind. A massive hand grabbed the wide pink cockpit hatch and began trying to tear it off; obviously, they didn't want to destroy a perfectly good Mobile Suit. Pushing the right joystick forward and pressing one of the buttons with her thumb, a beam saber slid out of the Quebely's forearm and ignited, spearing the green MS through the cockpit before she pulled it out and slashed the hangar doors open. Before she had gone a hundred yards, her warning sense went off and she dodged to the right, only to have her left shoulder armor shredded by a stream of rapid-fire beam shots. Without her thrusters, the Quebely crashed into the ground, leaving a trail of torn-up earth in her wake.

Relena pulled herself off of the front monitor, trying to ignore the stabbing pain that ran through her forehead now. Her vision blurred; abstractly, she wondered if it was because of the blood loss or a possible concussion. She tried to make the Quebely stand, or at least flip itself onto its back so it could fight back. The screen flashed a bright red warning: BALANCERS DAMAGED. She worked the joysticks, but all she got in response was the sound of motors whirring to no effect. As the green MS approached, she closed her eyes.

So, this is how it all ends? God, I don't want to die here. I barely even put up a fight. If only I could only fight back...but I can't. Heero, I'm sorry. I let you down. I wasn't much of a Preventer, was I? I'm sorry...

That was her last thought before the pressure behind her eyes overwhelmed her and she blacked out.

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A faint light pierced Relena's closed eyelids and brought her back to consciousness. Very slowly, she sat up, ignoring the dull throbbing in her ribs. Taking a second to discern her surroundings, she found herself in the medical wing of Preventers HQ. Judging by the lack of light coming from the blind-covered windows, it was well into night. She looked for the source of the light that had woken her up, and found a small reading lamp clipped to the headboard, shining down on the sleeping form of Heero, who had dozed off in the middle of his book. Smiling at how cute he looked, Relena brushed a few loose strands of hair out of his eyes before kissing him on the cheek.

He woke with a start, but almost instantly was coherent. "You should still be lying down. You're not fully recovered."

With an exaggerated sigh, she heaved herself back down on the pillows, arms crossed in front of her chest. "You never let me have any fun."

"You should consider yourself lucky. Some of our agents in Saint Petersburg got the distress call I sent out and brought a couple of teams of Serpents to back us up."

Finally recalling what happened, she put a hand to her forehead. "Some agent I turned out to be...can't even handle some pathetic rebels."

Heero set one of his hands on top of hers. "You were fighting enemies nobody's fought before in an MS you've never touched before. You did as well as I could have expected...hell, you even surprised me by finishing them off when you were down. How'd you do that, anyway?"

Cautiously, she sat up again and looked at him. "Do what?"

"After you were shot down, they started approaching and I thought you were done for. But then these little pink objects came out of your MS's tail binder and started buzzing around like hornets, blasting them from all sides. The ones you didn't shoot down surrendered immediately."

Relena looked into Heero's eyes again. For a second, she thought he was teasing her. But the look on his face showed that he was dead serious. "I didn't do anything...I blacked out a couple of seconds after crash-landing...which reminds me, I don't have a concussion, do I?"

He shook his head. "Other than the wound to the head and a couple of bruises from the landing, you're fine. You were completely exhausted when we brought you in here, but otherwise everything's fine."

She lay back down, and then remembered the reason they had gone to the base in the first place. "What about those databanks?"

"When we went back in, there was someone trying to purge them to keep us from getting any information. Thankfully, Maxwell was able to restore whatever that guy had tried to destroy. We've been decoding them ever since...which reminds me, you've been out for the better part of a day."

"I feel like it...what did you discover, anyway?"

Heero picked up a large manila folder and began looking through the printouts. We've managed to decode the historical records they had hidden away. It turns out that these guys were actually sitting on a massive portion of the world's history, including everything from before the colonies were built. Oddly enough, I may have discovered the reason Treize requested to be buried where he did."

Relena paused as she tried to recall the name of the military cemetery where the late leader was interred. "Wasn't it Arlington National Cemetery?"

Heero nodded. "Right, apparently the land once belonged to a famous general from several hundred years ago. Clever, fiercely loyal to his country, trusted very much in his soldiers, and honorable to a fault...he and Treize may as well have been cut from the same cloth."

A smile spread across her face. "I hope he's happy now. But what else did you discover?"

"Let's see, records of post-colony activity...the first big event in what they call the Universal Century was a massive war between the Earth Federation and the colonies at the L2 point - then called Side 3, or Zeon - which was the first military deployment of Mobile Suits. They called it the One-Year War."

"Clever title," she said with a sarcastic smirk.

He shrugged and continued. "The Federation won, but three years later, a group of Zeon holdovers launched a successful colony drop on a major granary in North America, giving a group of extremist anti-colonists the opening they needed to seize power. A faction of rebels formed to fight them off, resulting in a series of minor conflicts that came to a head when the son of Zeon's original leader tried to force all people off the planet. Things were relatively quiet for some time, and then a private organization funded a group of space pirates to take over colonies so they could create their 'perfect society'. After another thirty years, there was another major war, but by then the Federation had slipped into stagnation and another group of civilians took up the fight. And just so you know, this all happens within the span of about 80 years."

Relena rolled these thoughts around in her head for a while before speaking. "So what happened that made the environment so fragile? Lady Une and I were talking about that earlier."

"Things remained relatively calm for another hundred or so years, until another colonial faction formed to win its independence from the Earth. In the face of the newly revived Federation's super-powerful Gundams, they resorted to dropping every last colony on the planet, causing a fifteen-year nuclear winter."

She shuddered at that. "I can't believe someone would go that far."

Heero looked up at her seriously. "Dekim."

"Oh, him." She spat the name out as if the taste of it displeased her.

"Anyway, after the environment settled down, there was another series of battles as the Federation made one last attempt to come back, but they were finally defeated once and for all. MS technology was apparently lost in the peaceful times, and after the environment completely stabilized, they began construction on new colonies."

"Bringing us to the After Colony era."

He shook his head. "Not quite. After that, there was a period where people began experimenting with genetic manipulation. The results were were essentially custom-made babies. People could finally have the tall, blonde football star son they always wanted."

"So what happened?"

"A series of conflicts started between those with modified genes and those without, which also involved the construction of some pretty serious machinery. In the end, it was decided that that sort of thing was too much power for man to handle, so the information was destroyed and everyone began settling back into a more ordinary lifestyle. And THAT is about where we get to the After Colony period."

She nodded. "What about the MS?"

He closed the first folder and brought out a second, laying it on her lap. She began leafing through it, picking out some of the ones she had seen at Oddessa. "Zaku III...Jenice...Geara Doga...man, they really liked the basic shape of this one, didn't they?"

Heero reached over and turned to a diagram of a smaller MS that looked similar to all three of the ones she had named. "Probably because their ancestor, the Zaku II, was practically the symbol of the Zeon military. To some extent, you could say the Leo looks like it, too."

"I guess so, but..." She trailed off as she found the blueprints of the MS she has used, the Quebely. Scanning the weapons list, she saw several objects labeled "funnels" embedded in the tail binder. Before she could say anything, Heero stood and handed her the folder with the historical records.

"I'll let you rest. You can read up on this stuff if you want."

Relena pulled him down and kissed him. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

Heero started for the door, but turned to say goodbye and saw that she was already absorbed in the information before her. Saying nothing, he turned and left.

[perfectpeach]

this is beginning to get interesting. i like the idea of genetic wars. reminds me of an anime i saw. dont heero and relena make the best team? anyways, thisis great. keep it up. more 1xr action please ^.^

[RelenaDorlinYuy1]

WOW cool you put The Under colony time line in this story thats soo cool !!

I do agree that Heero and Relena do make the best team ^_^ good chappy !!!

[takisha16]

This is getting interesting!
I do wonder how Relena got out after she blacked out! It was sure lucky Heero was there to call for back up! Yes they do make the best team! I'm glad Heero is all ofr display of affection! They are sooo cute together
I can't wait to see what is coming up next!
I think Heero is rubbing off of Relena at the end! She really is into the mission!
Go new preventer Reiko Nakajima...umm ...relena!

[HeeroPV]

Just a quick note, Chapter 6 (as well as the updated Chapters 1-5) are now on my Fanfic.net account.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/1543730/1/