For Richer or Poorer - Chapter Six [PG-13]

[wonderllama]

Disclaimer ? I don?t own Gundam Wing. Or Led Zeppelin for that matter.

AN: I appreciate everyone?s interest in this story of mine. I hope that I don?t let you down.

I would like to warn everyone that there is 3x4 in this chapter. It isn't graphic, but they are a couple.



For Richer or Poorer

Been dazed and confused for so long it?s not true,
Wanted a woman, never bargained for you.
Lots of people talk and few of them know


Take it easy baby, let them say what they will.
Will your tongue wag so much when I send you the bill?

Chapter Six: Dazed and Confused

When Marietta Forrest got off the elevator at 7:15 in the morning, she expected to find the Foreign Minister?s office deserted. She took her time at her desk, putting important documents the Minister needed to see into manila envelopes, arranging them according to importance. She checked the messages and made sticky notes, placing them around the screen of her computer, making sure she wouldn?t forget to tell the Minister when she arrived at her usual 7:45.

Marietta plugged in the coffee machine on the adjacent table and lined it with a filter. As she started the morning?s first, but not last, pot of coffee, she gathered the stack of manila envelopes in her arms and unlocked the Minister?s door.

To her surprise, it was already unlocked. And to her utter amazement, Relena Darlian was sitting at her desk, oblivious to anything but the paper she was reading. Marietta dropped the envelopes, and Relena looked up.

?I?m sorry, did I scare you?? she asked as she got up from behind her desk.

Marietta sighed and dropped to her knees to pick up and resort the envelopes. ?Miss Darlian, what are you doing here??

Relena knelt down to help her assistant. ?I have an early meeting.?

Marietta?s eyebrows rose. ?What kind of meeting?? She asked as she gathered the last envelope. She stood as Relena did.

?A meeting with a Senate committee.?

?Which committee??

Relena sighed. ?The one headed by John Prince.?

Marietta said nothing, clinging the envelopes to her chest.

Relena went back to her desk and straightened her cuffs. She was wearing her most formal suit. It was white with light blue patterns on the lapels. The light blue traveled down the lapels and ended in a circular pattern around her cuffs. Her pressed white pants matched the pristine coat. Under it, her blouse was light blue and ruffled with precision. Her hair was tied back in a modest ponytail. In detail, she was the perfect image of a leader. In reality, she was a well dressed 21 year old about to enter the lion?s den.

Her secretary placed the envelopes on her desk and turned to leave her boss in solitude.

?They?ve informed me that an escort will arrive at eight sharp.? Relena called, her voice seeming far away, even if she was only a few feet away from Marietta. ?Let me know when he arrives.?

?Yes ma?am.?

The great oak door shut quietly and didn?t open again until the clock near Relena?s desk read 7:58.

There was a soft knock that she didn?t acknowledge, but the door opened anyway. Entering, in full Preventer uniform, was Wufei Chang. He closed the door behind him and stood in silence for a moment. She didn?t look up. She had long since finished reading the document on her desk.

?Miss Darlian.?

At the mention of her name, she had no choice. She had to recognize his presence. She lifted her head, and her eyes met his. ?Preventer Chang. I didn?t realize we were using such formalities.?

His khaki uniform had been professionally pressed, with creases in all of the right places. His hair had grown out a little bit, but was slicked back in his usual ponytail. His eyes darted around the room and finally rested on Relena.

?I thought we should get into the habit.? He tucked his hands behind him and looked around the office again. ?If I?m to escort you into the committee meeting it wouldn?t look right for you to be heard calling me Wufei.?

She took the documents on her desk and put them into a drawer. She stood and flattened her lapels. ?You?re absolutely right.? She fidgeted with her clothing and then looked up at him. ?Do I look professional??

No emotion registered on his face, but this wasn?t unusual for Wufei. ?Very.? He replied. ?I?m glad you picked your most formal suit.?

?I thought I should at least try to impress them with a show of masculinity. These suits aren?t very feminine.?

?You know them. Men are to be feared. The more masculine you appear, the more they?ll respect you.?

She shook her head. ?Not in my case.? She sighed and walked to where he stood. She matched his stance and they stood facing opposite ways, shoulder to shoulder. ?I don?t think anything I could do would impress John Prince.?

He looked at the clock. ?We should leave. The meeting is across this building on the left wing.?

She nodded in agreement, and they left the office together. After a short explanation to her secretary, Relena and Wufei entered the elevator at the end of the hall. The doors closed loudly and Relena jumped.

?Nervous?? He asked, never taking his eyes off of his reflection in the gold plated door.

?A bit.? She mirrored him and watched her reflection. ?What should I expect?? She was trying to get hold of the regality she knew she possessed. She didn?t want to enter the meeting looking like a scared little girl. She straightened her posture and clasped her hands behind her.

?I don?t know.? Rare words left Wufei?s mouth and made Relena?s heart drop to the pit of her stomach.

She turned her head to him and the Queen in her, struggling to the surface, was gone. ?You don?t know? They didn?t tell Preventer what the meeting was about?? By the end of the sentence, her voice had started to falter.

?No.? Wufei could see her in his peripheral vision, her chest heaving. He felt a small pang of guilt that he didn?t have any information to give to her. He searched his brain for something to say to the seemingly frantic woman next to him. ?They only told me to escort you to the meeting.?

?This can?t be good.? Her voice was struggling to regain composure and was breathy. ?You don?t know what the meeting is about or they wouldn?t tell you?? Her body was fully turned to Wufei now, but he wasn?t returning the position. He stared straight ahead, watching the numbers on the elevator fall from 15 to 14.

?They wouldn?t tell us.? He finally told her after a moment of excruciating silence.

?Not even Colonel Une??

?No. She asked for the itinerary of the meeting. Prince told her it wasn?t in her jurisdiction. I sat in the meeting. He just said that he would need a Preventer escort for you.?

Her breathing was labored. She held her hand to her chest. ?He?s going to try and arrest me. That?s why he asked a Preventer to accompany me.? She was staring at Wufei, eyes misting over, doing everything she could to get Wufei to look at her. He wouldn?t oblige. The fact that he wouldn?t look at her wasn?t helping Relena at all. By not looking at her, he was confirming her worst fear. She was walking to a trial. Unprepared.

?You don?t know that.?

?But you do!? she insisted, her hand reaching out without her realizing it. She grabbed his arm. ?This is a trial, Wufei. You know it is.?

?I have no proof of that.? His focus was still adamantly on the descending floor numbers.

She let go of him and sighed heavily. She fought the tears back. ?You?re letting me walk in there. You know they?re going to arrest me.?

?They won?t tell me anything.? He abandoned his placating tone of voice. His tone grew stronger and forceful. He finally looked at her. ?I can?t help you if they don?t tell me anything.?

?This isn?t good, Wufei. Go ahead.? She swallowed thickly, her head spinning. ?Say it.?

He didn?t say anything at first. Her eyes searched his for an answer. ?It isn?t good.? He confirmed, his voice decidedly quieter than before.

Relena nodded and her hands came up to her face, nervously moving around. She fixed her bangs, ran a hand through her ponytail. She moved to the back of the elevator and put her hands on the gold bar for support.

?The meeting can only be about two things.? Wufei said, facing forward again, watching her reflection through the gold plating. ?Heero Yuy, or your brother.?

She didn?t flinch this time, but he could hear her labored breathing. ?They can?t punish me for my brother.?

Wufei sighed. ?The meeting is about Heero Yuy, then.? He responded, knowing full well that it had been about Heero all along. The meeting couldn?t be about anything but Heero Yuy. These days, Prince was obsessed with catching him.

She hung her head. ?I?ve been upfront about my relationship with him.? She defended.

Wufei tried to fight the scoff that had risen in his throat, but wasn?t quick enough. It came out softly, but Relena heard it as if he had done it in her ear. ?What?s that supposed to mean?? She asked as the elevator descended past floors 10 and then 9.

He turned to face her. ?You gave them ammunition at the prison opening, Relena.?

She rolled her head back, as if she was exhausted by his words. ?Because I looked at him? For God?s sake, give it a rest, Wufei. Everyone was looking at him!?

?But everyone isn?t in question for treason.? Wufei reminded her, matching the volume her voice had steadily risen to.

?It isn?t a felony to look at him!? Relena insisted.

?You didn?t just look at him, Relena, you recognized him. You said his name!?

?That isn?t a crime!?

?You made it clear beyond any reasonable doubt that you knew him, and he knew you. He faltered, Relena. When he saw you, he faltered!?

?So why am I being punished for Heero ?? she searched for the word, the English language suddenly escaping her a moment. ?for him? faltering??

Wufei rolled his eyes despite his best effort. ?By him recognizing you, and you doing the same, you gave them reason to reopen your case, Relena!? His normal calm demeanor was absent at the moment. ?You handed them a reason to suspect you! You?re single handedly proving their case!?

They were yelling now. ?I don?t understand how looking at Heero Yuy is grounds for treason!?

?You didn?t just look at him, Relena, you looked at him as if your long lost love was returning to you, and the entire town saw it. But they?re not who?s important. What?s important is that Prince saw it. If you want to lust after Heero, that?s fine, but don?t do it when your executioner is sitting right next to you!?

?I haven?t done anything wrong! I looked at him. I wasn?t lusting after him, I was watching, like the entire town was, like Gisborne was, like Prince was!?

Wufei continued, like he hadn?t heard her. ?And you made it worse last night! You took the Marquis Weyridge as your date. You know how Prince feels about him.?

?He was unfairly forced out of the Senate!?

?You don?t need to make everyone a charity case, Relena! You have to look out for yourself, because I?m getting a little goddamn tired of cleaning up after you.?

The elevator chimed at their arrival at the lobby. The doors opened without either of their consent. They walked silently, the tension and argument still resting between them. They walked across the lobby, past the front desk and through the door that hid the left wing from the public eye. Wufei took a key and put into a lock, opening a gleaming silver elevator door. They entered in silence.

Relena broke it first. ?I didn?t ask you to clean up after me.? Her words were loaded, but her tone calm.

?If I didn?t, you?d have been executed a year ago.? His tone was clipped.

?I don?t take charity cases.? She insisted keeping and even tone. ?There?s a difference between someone who has no hope, and someone who hasn?t been given a chance.?

Wufei said nothing, watching the elevator climb higher.

?I would gladly die for something I believe in.? she said without prompting. She stood straighter, knowing her personal beliefs were falling on deaf ears.

?You?d die for Heero Yuy?? He asked.

?I believe in him.? She replied.

?Good.? He answered as they reached their floor. ?I?m glad you?d die for him. Because it may come to that.?

He led her out of the elevator and down the sparse hallway in silence, passing several doors before stopping at the last one in the hall. ?I can?t go in with you.?

?I understand.?

She reached for the door handle, but he stopped her. ?Take a deep breath.? He instructed. ?You look flushed.?

She kept eye contact with him while she took several deep breaths. ?Better??

?Much.? He grabbed the door handle. ?Good luck.? He murmured.

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Twelve men were seated around a rectangular table. They all had identical place settings. There was a single sheet of paper, a half filled glass of water and a blue pen. They all sat wearing similar suits, with similar haircuts. All of them with the same morose expression. All of them watching her every move as she entered the conference room.

?You?re a bit late, Miss Darlian.? Prince sat at the head of the table, fingers laced, elbows on the table, scrutinizing her every move.

She gave a small bow. ?I hope you?ll excuse that, Vice President.?

He waved his hand. ?Sit down.?

She did as instructed. ?May I ask why this meeting was called? There was nothing sent to my office about it.?

The men around the table shared looks with each other. Relena couldn?t discern if they were making fun of her or judging her statement. Or perhaps both.

?As you well know, Heero Yuy has been causing this city various problems. Not to mention, adding to our small deficit.?

?It was my impression that Police Chief Gisborne was in charge of anything to do with Heero Yuy.?

Prince looked like he smelled something particularly disgusting as he glared at her from across the table. ?This is true.?

?Then I see no reason why I?m being called to a meeting concerning the habits of Heero Yuy.?

Prince watched her emotionless face. He glared; he knew he had to crack her. ?Miss Darlian, would you remind everyone of the statements you gave three years ago concerning Heero Yuy??

She didn?t flinch at all. She merely blinked. ?I believe I told the Senate that we had a few brief meetings in, but not limited to, the school I ran in the former Sanc Kingdom and the ship Libra.?

Prince?s eyebrows rose as he read the sheet of paper in front of him. ?Word for word.? He replied, raising his glance to meet hers.

?I have an excellent memory.?

?Well, then do you remember an action you took in the year After Colony 197?? A grin was slowly edging its way onto his face.

Relena?s brow furrowed. ?Nothing comes to mind.?

?I have proof that in the year After Colony 197, you wrote Heero Yuy a few letters.? He didn?t fight the satisfaction and glee that had found its way to his expression and tone. ?52 to be exact.? he said reading the figure off of the sheet of paper. ?Or, don?t you remember?? he said, taunting her. He folded his hand on the table, daring her to refute him.

The other members around the table shared looks of satisfaction, others shared looks of surprise. Murmurs broke through the silence. Relena kept her stare on Prince, who held hers with amusement in his eyes.

She waited until the murmuring had died down before she spoke. ?I?d like to see the proof you have.?

Prince?s smile faltered, but it didn?t leave him. ?The letters??

?Yes, I?d like to see these 52 letters I allegedly wrote.?

The smile faded even more. ?They aren?t physically in the room.? he acquiesced.

?Then I see no proof.?

There was a stunned silence. The smile had slipped completely off of Prince?s visage by now. Relena?s mouth was a thin line. These men had no clue she was trying her hardest not to shake. To them, she was perfectly still and unruffled.

This unsettled Prince more than anything. The smile had now been replaced by a sneer. ?You wrote the convict, the outlaw. You wrote him once a week for a year.? He seethed, letting his emotions show.

?I?d prefer you not accuse me of such until I see the physical proof.? Relena stated calmly, although her insides were screaming.

?There is a man on Mars. He works for me. He will testify in court that he saw Heero Yuy read a letter from you once a week.?

?And until you provide proof of these letters, there?s no court in this country that will convict me. Your witness? statement will just be libel.?

Prince slammed his fist down on the table. ?You communicated with an outlaw!?

Relena let some of her emotion leak through. ?Vice President, you have no proof of that. And secondly, had I communicated with him, or any of the soldiers you made war criminals by the Act you passed, I wouldn?t have been breaking the law in 197. Had I written to Heero Yuy, it wouldn?t be a crime. He wasn?t a felon by law until 198.?

?So you admit you wrote to him!? Color was rising in Prince?s cheeks as he pointed to her.

?I admit nothing. I?m merely stating a fact.? She stood up. ?When you can provide me with evidence of my crime, I will stand trial. Until then, I?d prefer you let me do my work and keep me out of any personal problems you have with Heero Yuy.?

She turned her back on the red-faced Prince and walked out the door.

Wufei was leaning on the wall as she closed the door. He looked at her expectantly. ?Quite the performance.?

?You heard??

?The door?s not soundproof.?

She turned and looked at him, breathing as if she?d just run a marathon. ?What did you think??

He helped her down the hall. ?You?ve staved them off for now. It was risky, though.?

The elevator door opened as soon as Wufei pressed the button. Once they entered it, Relena spoke freely. ?I think I just made it worse.? She said as the door closed and started its descent.

?You did.?

?They?re going to be watching me now.?

?Yes.?

She shook her head, her gaze focusing on nothing specific. ?They knew about the letters.? She breathed.

Wufei swallowed. ?I heard.?

?How did they know about the letters??

?I don?t know.?

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Duo sat in the living room of the dingy Sherwood building. His feet were up on the table, and his chair was leaning as far back as it would go without toppling over. He held a deck of cards in his hand, noncommittally playing solitaire. Heero sat on the opposite side of the room, typing on his laptop.

Every so often there was the sound of Duo throwing a card down onto the table and a sigh. ?They?ve been gone a long time.? Duo said, leaning back further and staring at Heero.

?Who?? Heero asked, eyes never leaving the screen.

?What?d ya mean, who? Trowa and Quatre. You sent to meet Tuck like, an hour ago.?

?Maybe they got delayed.?

Duo put his hands behind his head. ?Maybe. Why aren?t you more concerned about this??

?Because they?re both former Gundam pilots. They can take care of themselves.?

The door downstairs creaked open and the two men in question ascended the stairs, each carrying two bags.

?It?s about time!? Duo exclaimed, letting the chair hit the ground with a loud thud. He got up and relieved some of their bags and set them on the table.

?Tuck was very generous.? Quatre said, unpacking the bags. ?He gave us all kinds of things. Food, ammunition, money.?

?I think I like Tuck.? Duo commented as he took out a .45 out of one of the bags. ?It still took you guys forever.?

?Is that a crime now?? Trowa asked, taking his coat off and setting it on a chair.

?I?m just saying that while you two are stealing off to have secret romantic moments, I?m stuck with him.? Duo was waving the .45 in his hand, and it rested on Heero.

Heero looked up and glared. ?Don?t worry, Duo. I?m not fond of being stuck with you either. Five years on Mars was long enough.?

Quatre and Trowa shared a look and a smile. Quatre finished unpacking the supplies Duo had left sitting on the table. ?Heero, I heard something while I was out. Something I think we should act on.?

?Quatre,? Trowa?s voice was warning.

?When coming back, I overheard a police officer say something about Kirkley?s Abbey.? Quatre continued, ignoring Trowa.

?You overheard a police officer?? Heero asked, watching Trowa more than he was Quatre. For some reason, Trowa seemed annoyed the Quatre was bringing it up.

?Yes, we were hiding after our meeting with Tuck. And I heard a police officer mention that the poor people meet at Kirkley?s Abbey. The priests there give some help to the people here.? Quatre explained, looking from Heero to Trowa.

?Trowa doesn?t seem to like the idea.? Heero commented, nodding his head to the former pilot.

?No, I don?t.? Trowa returned Heero?s nod in respect. ?Quatre, we overheard something. It could be nothing. It could be that there are hundreds of people at Kirkley?s Abbey. It could be a trap.?

?I agree with Trowa.? Heero turned to Quatre. ?It could be a anything.?

?But it could be a chance to help people.? Quatre countered. ?This is why we?re outlaws, Heero. We agreed to this life so we could help people, so we could absolve our past mistakes.? He broke his eye contact and looked out the window. ?At least that?s why I joined the cause. I thought that maybe ? if I could help these people? it would erase all the sorrow felt by the people I killed in the war.?

No one spoke at first. They knew that Quatre wasn?t finished. ?I don?t want to leave any stone unturned. If there are people suffering at Kirkley?s Abbey, I want to go there.?

Suddenly, none of the four men would look at each other. What Quatre said resonated with all of them. Maybe they started stealing for different reasons, but every time they helped someone, they felt a little bit forgiven.

?I?m in.? Duo said, taking everyone out of their reveries and back into reality. Quatre looked over to see Duo nodding. ?Hell, I haven?t been to church in a long time.? His hands absentmindedly went to his white tie, the substitution for his priest collar.

Quatre turned to Heero. ?Heero??

Heero blinked and focused on Quatre. ?You?re sure this isn?t a trap??

?No.?

Heero nodded, like he was making the pro/con list in his head. ?I?ll go.?

Quatre turned to Trowa, who was staring at him intently. ?I don?t like the idea of this Quatre. The source is unreliable.? Quatre didn?t say anything, he just held Trowa?s gaze. After a moment, Trowa nodded. ?Okay.?

A smile broke onto Quatre?s face. ?Great! With the supplies and money Tuck gave us, we could go tonight.?

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Under the guise of night, four men, dressed in dark clothing traveled the deserted streets through New Port City.

?Take a left.? Quatre whispered. They did as he said, staying close to the walls. Turning the corner they were face to face with an alabaster church with a steeple that seemed to rise to heaven itself.

?It?s huge.? Duo breathed.

?There doesn?t seem to be anyone around.? Trowa noticed, looking around.

?They?re probably all in the Abbey.? Quatre replied, keeping his voice low. ?I?ll go in first.?

They all crossed the street. Quatre crept quietly up the stairs to the doors. Heero hung back. The night was calm. In Heero?s mind, too calm. There were no people in the streets. All of the windows were dark along the street. Not even the wind was blowing.

Quatre ascended the stairs and made it to the giant wooden doors. He looked behind him, nodding to Duo and Trowa at the foot of the stairs. The two men were each carrying a bag filled with various foods and a bit of money.

Heero moved backwards. Something wasn?t right. He couldn?t put his finger on it, but something was off. Looking up the street, he found what he was looking for. There was a police car. It was half concealed by shadow and half concealed by a building. His heart rate rose and his breath caught in his throat. ?It?s a trap.? He murmured, bringing his gun level with his shoulders, aiming it at the police car. ?It?s a trap!? he repeated a little louder to get the attention of his comrades.

But it was too late. Quatre opened the large wooden doors. Immediately, several guns were trained on Quatre.

Quatre put his hands up, his gun dropping to the ground. At least fifteen police officers walked out the doors, inching closer to Quatre.

Duo and Trowa dropped their bags and had their guns aimed at the police officers in an instant.

?What a catch.? Guy Gisborne walked out from the crowd of police officers. He wasn?t in uniform. He was wearing black pants with a matching black shirt, his badge pinned to it. His hair flopped across his face, clouding his features, making them indistinct. He was smirking. He walked closer to Quatre and punched him in the stomach, causing the blond pilot to double over.

Heero ran to Duo and Trowa and directed his gun at Gisborne. ?Give it up, Gisborne.? He ordered.

?You?re not really in the position to be making threats, Yuy.? He replied, taking Quatre?s arms and pinning them behind his back. He placed the barrel of his gun near Quatre?s head. ?It seems I?m the one with a prisoner.?

?Let him go.? Trowa said, his voice deadly calm.

?Or what?? Gisborne taunted. ?You?ll shoot?? His free arm gestured around him. ?Look around. You?re outnumbered.? He looked at Quatre. ?Maybe I?ll just kill him right now and make you watch.?

?What do we do?? Duo whispered to Heero.

?We can?t let him kill Quatre.? Trowa said, eyes flashing to Heero.

?You wouldn?t kill him.? Heero called to Gisborne.

?Oh no??

?You don?t have it in you.?

?What are you doing?? Duo hissed.

?Calling his bluff.? Heero said under his breath. ?Trowa, can you get to the bag??

Trowa didn?t respond to him. His green eyes were locked onto Quatre. His grip on the gun was turning his knuckles white. He watched Quatre?s head bob down, struggling to keep itself up. Trowa?s mouth was set in a grim line. They would pay for hurting Quatre.

?Trowa.? Heero hissed, nudging his friend. ?Get to the bag. There?s a flash detonator in there. If you could set it off-?

?It?d cause confusion, yeah. But would it give us time to get to Quatre?? Duo interrupted, knowing his friend?s train of thought.

?In theory.?

?Do it.? Trowa said, his tone dropping to a frightening level.

With the precision only a Gundam pilot would have, Duo dropped to his knees and found the detonator in the bag instantly. Activating the flash with a button, Duo launched it in the air.

A bright flare erupted from the tiny black charge. Temporarily blinding the police officers, the lowered their weapons. Trowa and Heero charged up the stairs towards Gisborne, squinting through the bright flash.

When they reached the top of the stairs, however, Gisborne was gone. And so was Quatre. There were only 15 confused police officers. Trowa and Heero looked around wildly.

?Over there!? Duo called from the bottom of the stairs, breaking into a sprint. Gisborne had taken Quatre and was running to the veiled police car Heero had spotted earlier.

?Quatre!? Trowa called, racing down the stairs, knocking down a few officers as he went.

?Trowa, wait!? Heero called, pushing down a few officers and hitting a few in the head. He ran after his friend, who had caught up with Duo.

Gisborne made it to his car and shoved the barely conscious Quatre into it. He started the car and hit the accelerator.

Duo and Trowa had caught up to the car. Trowa grasped at the door handle, trying to get the door open. But the car was too quick. Gisborne stepped on the gas and tore away from the pavement, leaving Trowa and Duo behind.

Heero caught up with them, slightly out of breath. ?We have to go.? He ordered, grabbing onto the back of Duo?s shirt. They both turned around. Trowa didn?t follow.

?Trowa, come on!? Duo was slightly out of breath.

Trowa didn?t move.

?Trowa, we?re outnumbered! We have to go!? Duo was frantically pointing at the police officers at the Abbey, who were beginning to regroup.

?We have to go after Quatre.? Trowa replied, his voice shaking, although his body wasn?t.

?We will, but we can?t right now. Trowa, we have to pick our battles.? Heero said, putting a hand on his friend?s shoulder. ?I promise you, we?ll get him.? Heero looked backwards towards the officers. ?But right now, we have to get out of here. Otherwise we?re going to be captured too. We can?t risk that.?

?Quatre wouldn?t want us to get caught here!? Duo insisted.

Duo and Heero took off through the buildings and after a long moment, Trowa growled his frustration and joined them, escaping into the darkness.

The red tail light of Gisborne?s police car disappeared into the confines of the jail.

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Many thanks for reading.

[Ice_Vixen]

I love what you've done with the combination of Robin Hood and Gundam Wing here. And the way that you are keeping evryone in charecter is wonderful. Not so fond of the Trowa/Quatre theing, but I still love the fic. Trowa and Heero are my favotite Gundam hotties. anyway. Keep up the good work.

[hhryah]

I drool shamelessly over the way you characterize Relena! It is so rare to have someone portray her as the strong leader she is but still have her be in love with Heero. Excellent job, and I hope to see more of Heero and Relena interacting in the next chapters! <3

[DesignGuy]

Excellent work. I like the fact that the titles of your chapters are using Led Zeppelin song titles...noticed that a few chapters back. The cool thing is the song titles match what happens in the chapter...very nice. Keep up the good work as always.

[whirlwinds1309]

I'm hooked on this story!!! Extremely well written and please don't stop posting! lol I love how you're using a classic story, Robin Hood, and combined it with Gundam Wing. Very creative and I'm absolutely in love with it! Especially, Relena and Heero. It seems like they're acutally getting somewhere! Great work!!!

[epyon]

great stuff! keep em comin!

[Nihal]

why, Wufei is certainly in a bad mood today
anyway I was overjoyed to see you had updated.
I hope you?ll post next chapter soon, cant wait to see what happens next especially to poor Quatre