Silver Strait 8/?

[lunarose]

"You are sure no one followed you here?" Sophie asked. Ben nodded.

The two were sitting in one of the meeting rooms below deck. The room was completely made of polished light wood and consisted of a round table with eight chairs around it. The chairs were at least upolstered with dark red fabric.

"Good," Sophie nodded.

"Money?" Ben prodded.

"I told you I that I would forgive your debts," Sophie said pullng out a piece of thick paper done in caligraphy, one that would not be destroyed by water. It was emblazed with her personal sign, a lily. Sophie ripped the paper up. Ben nodded and stood up.

"I cannot have you going so soon," Sophie said pushing him down, "we have another problem."

"You're going to have to pay me," Ben warned.

"Unless you want some rather personal secrets coming out," Sophie began. Ben paled.

"Fine, no payment," he said quickly.

"I knew you would see it my way," Sophie said grinning. She walked to the firepalce and pressed the wall. It slid back to reveal a thin screen. Avery's picture appeared on it. Ben's jaw locked in pure hatred and anger.

"Meet the mastermind of Foriegn Minister's kidnapping."

"If he's the mastermind of this--" Ben trailed off and his heart jumped into his throat.

"Tom is with him," Sophie finished.

"Tom got out!" Ben shot back, "with our help I might add!"

"You know what kind of power he has! Do you really think that bastard would heasitate to use it?!" Sophie yelled back. Both were on their feet.

"Capitan?"

"Get Nina on the line, Now!" Sophie yelled.

*~*~*~*~*

"I had Trowa track down Heero."

Lady Une stared at Millardo.

"You tracked down Heero Yuy?" Lady Une askd suspiciously.

"Lady Une my sister is missing. I want her back and we both know that Heero Yuy is probably the only one who can get her back!" Millardo burst out. Lady Une nodded simply.

"Did you suceed?"

"Yes."

MIllardo and Lady Une at the window. Standing there, still dressed in a kimono was Heero Yuy. The years had changed him only slightly, his eyes were older, he was taller and more muscular. He still had the stormy blue eyes and the messy brown hair that were his trademarks. Neither Lady Une nor Millardo missed the swore grasped in his hand.

"How did you get that onto a shuttle?" Lady Une demanded.

"Japanese Intelligence," Heero said simply. Lady Une felt like smacking herself. Of course Heero would find warrior's work.

"Do you have some kind of identification to your claims?" she asked, a formality she would rather not have used. Heero reached into his sleeve and pulled out a badge, throwing it on the table with slight disgust. Lady Une opened it. Acompaning Heero's picture and an embossed seal were five words.

Special Agent Heero Yuy

Assasin