Silver striat 9/?

[lunarose]

The hot water filled the small apartment with a cloud of flower-scented steam. The apartment was really one large room with a small kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. It could have been disgusting and dingy?much like Dias?s own apartment. However, it was painted in pale colors that were pleasing to the eye. It?s shades were open enough to allow light in but not enough to show the spectacular view of the apartment next door.

Stepping out of the shower, Nina R. Otesso wrapped a towel around her slight body. She was obviously Spanish, her skin dark tan and her dark brown hair wrapped up in a towel. Her body was more muscle than skin and bones. Nina dropped the towel and got dressed quickly. As she slid a dagger into her boot, the phone rang. Nina picked it up.

"It's about time you called," she snapped into the phone, "I've been trying to contact you all morning."

"He's gone?"

"Yes."

"Why didn't you go after him?!" yelled Sophie furiously, "we don'[t know what he is capable of! If Avery's there he is in trouble!"

"My orders are strictly to observe him, I am not blowing my cover if there isn't a ligitimate reason."

"Tom is gone!"

"He goes by Dias now."

"I do not care! He is gone!" Sophie was on the point of hysteria right now. She ignored Ben's tapping on her shoulder.

"Don't be silly," Nina laughed, "he's right behind you."

*~*~*~*

Heero was kneeling on the floor going through the case file carefully. His hotel room was luxurious, uncomfortably so. He had put the space to use and Millardo's thorough case file was spread otu all over.

"Dr. Miles Kemner developed the drug to help warriors by blocking their horrible memories from battle," Heero red aloud. Tacking the paper to the wall he pulled out the newspaper clipping.

"Dr. Miles Kemner and his wife Gurtrude were killed grusomely. Thought to be done by Addicts."

He tacked it up to the wall next to the other. Pulling out paper, he began to write the characteristics of Addicts and more importantly, how to kill them.

Heero became an assasin employed by Japanese Intelligence very easily. He walked inside Tokyo, the one thing his heritage had ever done for him, and up to the building. He had threatened a few people with an unloaded gun and his 'Death Glare'. Finally he stood in Kaitari Ishiien's office. Bluntly he told him he wanted a job.

Equally as bluntly, Ishiien told him he was hired.

Heero knew he would be an Assasin. It was a position reserved for the best. He wasn't being concieted, just stating the facts. What he didn't know was guns were considered 'too loud'. He was given a sword and a month to learn how to use it. He spent the month perfecting his skills before beating Ishiien.

Trowa showing up had shocked Heero to say the very least. He had left no tracks coming to Japan and he certianly left no tracks when he was in Japan being an Asassin. How Trowa had gotten through when he wasn't Japanese puzzled Heero the whole way back to his safe house. THe answer was so obvious he almost wanted to smack himself.

Diplomatic Immunity.

Relena was kidnapped so she couldn't, Ishiien would rather kill himself than listen to Lady Une. There was only one option.

Prime Minister Millardo Peacecraft of the Sanq Kingdom.

Heero looked at the kidnapper again, scruitinizing his face. The man was young and clearly not used to fighting or threats. Fear was written all over his face, it looked like he wanted to drop Relena and run for his life. Heero typed in a command to search the data base for anyone with a facial similarity.

One response came up.

'Wait for me Relena, I'm coming.'