A/N: just quickly, I want to thank my new editor Brenda (Yay!!) you’ve made neekabe’s life a lot easier, and the chapters will be up much faster now!

*Weeping weeping* I do not own Gundam Wing, and I’ll have you know neekabe is making me write this....

Chapter 2

General Kain sat behind his large oak desk, his swivel chair facing the floor to ceiling windows, which displayed a view of the colony before him. He could only marvel at the mastery of the artisans and engineers who had designed such a perfect home, where man was the true ruler over everything, including the unpredictable weather. He had lived his whole life upon the colonies never once visiting earth, which was beneath his notice.

He was a man in his early forties, his hair only slightly touched with grey, and eyes that could look through a man and see instantly how to use that man to his advantage. He was a man with great ambitions and had the means to put his plans into motion, he answered to no one, and made sure all his men answered directly to him, so closing the racks within his corporation.

Kain was still undecided as to his feeling of the knew peace that had settled over both earth and the colonies, he did not much care for the Peacecraft girl but did not hate her as others may have. She had given him the chance to focus on bigger and more important things, and for that he did not begrudge her existence. The loss of the gundams he thought was a big mistake, weapons of total destruction could not, in his eyes, be so easily destroyed. It was clear to him that the pilots of the gundams held no respect for the beauty and mastery of their machines.

He sighed, it was a shame, but also it was an action that once completed could not be taken back, for the only ones who knew everything about the gundams were their pilots, and nothing was known about them. Some felt that Relena Peacecraft knew who the pilots were and how to contact them, though whenever asked she vehemently denied any knowledge of who or where they were. Kain swung back around in his chair when someone knocked upon his door. "Enter."

A small man walked in, he was non-descript, and could be easily lost in a crowed of hundreds, he had the type of face that people tended to over look. He was perfect at what he did, and was worth the money Kain paid him. Argile stepped forward no expression on his plain face only death in his ice blue eyes. "Report." Kain bade him quietly.

"The mission went well." At these words Kain released a breath he had not known he had been holding, "but…"

"What to you mean but?!" Kain slammed his hand down upon the oak deck, they had come too far to risk messing up now, the man before him did not even flinch simply remained impassive.

"A friend of the family somehow got word of the strike and fled with the infant son, we do not know where. I assure you it is not a problem." Argile’s voice held nothing as it always did.

"Do you even realise what a problem this child’s life will cause? He is the soul-surviving heir to the family’s holdings! How can that not be a problem?!" Kain was livid suddenly his standing in the world did not seem quite so sure, for his plan to succeed every child of the Bèovel family had to perish, and now one was still at large in colonies or earth, he could not begin to imagine where.

"General, a search has already commenced, the child will be found and killed."

"Make sure of that, now get out of my sight." Kain turned away as the man bowed slightly and moved towards the door.

"One other thing General." Kain locked his crushing gaze upon the man standing in the doorway, "she also searches for the child." With that the assassin left the now dead silent room.

***

Still the storm raged across the dead silent city though the air about was far from quiet. Thunder deadened any other sound and the lightning struck with such force as to truly make a witness believe the world had gone mad and that this storm would strip the land of everything living. It was midnight and nothing stirred, families slept peacefully dreaming of brighter days and happier things. None saw the creature that moved within the storm, simply another shadow within the tortured night, a creature on a mission…

She scaled the stairs to the motel without a sound, not that it made any difference, considering the scream of the winds. But never the less over the years she had become simply another shadow, and one of the best at what she did. Carefully she moved down the line of doors searching quickly for the one she sought, room 303. She tested the door and was not surprised to find it locked, though well oiled it did not take her long to pick, pausing a moment the young mercenary replaced her lock pick and drew her gun.

In one swift motion she slipped into the room and turned on the light, the scream that followed did not make it past the door. The young woman levelled her gun at the trembling girl who had been sleeping on the bed, "where is he?" she asked her voice low and dangerous.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about…" the woman’s voice trembled about as much as she did, truly terrified it was a wonder she could speak at all.

"I won’t ask again, where did you hide the Bèovel?" the mercenary began to feel her patience slipping but she kept all she was feeling from her face.

"I’ll never give him to you!" She seemed to regain some control then.

"Is that what you think?" the mercenary took a menacing step toward the larger but unarmed woman. "I know he is within the city, and I will find him, things will go better for the both of you, if I know who he’s with now."

"I don’t believe you!" she shouted back defiantly, "You want him dead like everyone else!"

"If that were true you would already be dead." Snapping the gun back into its holder, the young woman moved back leaning against the door, "look I was hired by your boss to find him, and that means with or without your help. To tell you the truth your no longer useful alive, in fact you’re a danger to the entire mission, but that’s just the way I see it. So tell me, were is the child?"

"How can I be sure you’re telling the truth?"

The mercenary sighed, "How else would I have found you? The corporation does not even know yet who took the child let alone where. I assure you I only mean what’s best for the child. Unfortunately whether you believe or not has no bearing, on my mission." She paused for a moment gauging the effect her words had upon the other woman, on the bed the woman continued to stare in silence a light of recognition coming to her frightened eyes.

"Are you…"

The mercenary over road her, "my name means nothing, where is the child?"

"A young man found him in the park and took him I’m not entirely sure where, he seemed to be heading toward the circus. Please whatever you do, promise me you will not harm the child."

"That I promise you." She moved silently from the room then wondering if she should wait for daybreak to find the mysterious young man, but quickly decided to at least scout the area. Not a sound was heard as she once more moved into the shadows, a place that she had become most familiar.

***to be continuted***