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Chapter 5

Trowa slipped back into the shadows and made his way cautiously to his car; if they did not meet with any unseen obstacles they would be able to make their destination by tomorrow afternoon. Trowa breathed a small sigh of relief when he reached his car and found both Midii and Erik waiting for him. He did not even realise he had been worried until he saw the car. As he sat behind the wheel Midii turned to him, “Where are we going?”

A dozen different responses entered his mind, but all involved long explanations, and he was not really in the mood to talk just yet so he settled on the easiest, “somewhere safe.” Midii chuckled softly as if she had expected such an answer but for now at least she did not question him. Trowa roared down the less known back roads staying away from any well populated areas. He and Midii said very little on the drive preferring the silence and each other’s company, however the same could not be said for Erik who kept up a steady stream of gibberish.

The night passed into morning and still Trowa did not stop, they still had a long way to go before they were safe and so he continued to drive at a recklessly fast pace. “How much do you know of this Draken?” he asked softly, the sun was already rising high in the sky and Erik slept in Midii’s arms, her eyes too were closed, giving her the look of an angel.

Her blue eyes fluttered open and she looked over to him, “Not much, I’d never met him until the day he hired me. About all I know is what the general public knows, he’s well respected on the colonies and has served the Bèovel family for many years.”

Trowa nodded silently having already known all that she had told him, “How was it possible that he caught wind of Kain’s plan?”

“Kain established himself years ago on those colonies, working up money to build a massive corporation, that produces everything from vehicle parts to clothing. His movements have been carefully thought out before hand, and he made his integration so slowly that none knew he had a finger in almost every business until it was too late.”

Midii looked down to Erik in her lap, “once he had gained almost total control of one colony he moved on to another. He was never openly hostile, but those that opposed him had a strange way of disappearing. He was able to beef up a lot of extra cash during the Eve wars and Mariemaia’s attempt at a coup d’êtat by supplying weapons and mobile suits. He kept his working covert and other than suspicion no charges can be brought against him, he’s covered everything, the man’s a professional.”

“It’s strange though I’ve known him for many years, and not once has he been this bold. He built his corporation under the Bèovel family, and though my sources tell me he was not pleased with the way Erik’s father ran things, he was far too deeply woven into the colonies to risk over throwing them.” Midii smiled slightly, “but I digress. Draken has lived on the colonies for his whole life, he is a very influential man, and has been watching Kain for many years now. It would be completely natural for him to have men on the inside, but come to think of it he was never really clear as to how he found out.”

“It all make’s me wonder if we’re missing something.”

“We’ll find out when we get Erik back to the colonies. Trowa are you sure you don’t what to stop for a while?”

Trowa shook his head, “We’re almost there.” Even as he spoke the words the thick forest that had surrounded them for most of the trip began to give way to the rolling landscape of a magnificent city. Seeming to defy time with its awing splendour as it had before the war, the Cinq kingdom stood. The home of the former Queen of the world Relena Peacecraft, this beautiful city was a testament to the whole world that the war could not strip the world of her past.

As they drove down a quiet road Trowa nearly sighed in relief, finding his eyes tired from the long day of driving, but they had made it. Their enemy completely unaware of their location, soon however it would no longer matter. Turning up a gracefully curving drive Trowa’s emerald eyes fell upon Quatre’s home, three stories of magnificently carved red marble, this was one of many, in both the earth and colonies, symbolising Quatre’s wealth and standing. He along with Relena had done much for the world and colonies, though he never thought of himself as anything more than an ordinary young man.

Trowa parked the car, and with a brief glance at Midii opened his door, “You know Mr. Winner?” He only smiled as he climbed from the cramped interior stretching his stiff muscles. Midii soon followed glancing at the large home, with Erik resting on one hip, one small hand gripping the front of her shirt while the other played with her blonde hair. “I would never have thought you had such high connections.” She said softly, shifting to look at him.

He smiled again, noticing that the action had somewhere along the way become rather easy, at least where Midii was concerned, “Strange how things work out.” He looked back to the house and remembered the first time he had met Quatre on the battlefield, and he had to smile slightly. He had been as antisocial then as he was now, at least with people he did not know, but Quatre had seen around all the barriers to Trowa the person he hid from everyone, even himself. He was shaken from his thoughts as the large oak doors to the house opened and Iria’s small form came rushing out.

With a delighted laugh she threw herself into his arms hugging him close, Trowa’s arms circled about her slim waist. “What a surprise, Quatre never said a word about your coming.”

“That’s because he doesn’t know.” Turning Trowa motioned for Midii to come stand beside him, she did and at the same time slipped her arms through his, as she smiled warmly at Iria. “Iria, this is Midii Une.” The two women shook hands, Trowa had to keep himself from rolling his eyes as Iria looked to Erik and then between the two of them, he moved quickly to put a stop to her obvious line of thought. “I’m sure you’ve been watching the news, his name is Erik Bèovel.” That was more than enough said Iria looked to him then her smile gone.

“You came at just the right time, then. The others are already here as well as Devon Draken.”

“What?”

Iria looked slightly puzzled by his outburst, she shrugged, “Heero, Duo, and Wufei came from the Perventers base just yesterday and Draken arrived… I believe it was three days ago.” Trowa glanced over to Midii.

“Why would he come here?” he asked softly.

“There’s only one way to find out.” Midii replied looking back towards the house.

Iria smiled again, “Come on they don’t even know you’re here yet.” She led the way into the massive house, all the while Midii walked with her arm through his, her head leaning slightly against his shoulder. Trowa was far from minding, though he was not entirely sure he wanted to know his friend’s reactions, especially Duo’s.

“Are you a member of the Perventers?” Midii inquired.

“From time to time.” Before they were anywhere near the living room, Trowa could hear Duo; his laughter filling the otherwise silent halls, it would be good to be back among friends again. But right now his mind was filled with questions that needed answering, he felt that he could not begin to comprehend how deep this plot went. They rounded the corner, and all conversation creased as Iria, Trowa and Midii entered the room.

“Trowa!!” Duo came to his feet rushing forward hand outstretched, “where yah been?!”

Trowa gave his talkative friend a smile, he noticed that instantly almost every eye had fallen on Midii, and they did not seem to miss the way her arm was looped through his. Trowa stepped forward, “Midii this is, Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Chang Wufei, and Quatre Winner.” She smiled, but this was not enough for Duo, who bowed forward taking her hand and kissed it, he then looked up smiling disarmingly at her.

Quatre came to his feet then; “It’s a pleasure to meet you Miss Une.”

“Please just Midii.”

He smiled warmly then looked to Trowa, “Have you been following the news?” he silently shook his head. “They say almost nothing of how they died, but my sources tell me it was professional, one bullet each.”

“That doesn’t surprise me, Kain only ever used the best, and considering his situation on the colonies he would have wanted to be sure. However what I want to know is how Draken found out.” Midii looked about the room for the man but he was not present.

“He received a call about five minutes ago, he should be back anytime now.” Quatre gestured for them to take a seat, Trowa moved over to one of the over stuffed couches and sat down, Midii leaned against him a silent hint that she wanted one of his arms around her shoulders. Duo wasted no time in taking Erik from her arms, and the baby seemed more than pleased with his new friend.

Trowa turned to Heero, “How’s Relena?”

“Worried,” the Prussian eyed pilot of the Wing Zero replied, “She’s afraid all the work was for nothing.”

“I really don’t think his goal is world domination, that’s not the way Kain thinks, having control of those colonies, will be more than enough to satisfy him.” Midii said letting her eyes wander about the lavishly furnished room.

“You’re aquatinted with this man?” Wufei asked looking slightly surprised. Midii nodded but gave no specifics.

Duo was presently ‘flying’ Erik about the room, even making the aeroplane noises; he flew the small child in front of Wufei and proceeded to shoot down the other pilot with his ‘baby plane’. “You’re lucky Duo” Midii laughed, “He really hasn’t liked anyone other than Trowa.”

The ex-pilot smiled brightly, but winced as Erik took hold of his braid, giving it a good yank. “What can I say babies are drawn to me.”

“And why do you think that is?” Quatre asked trying to hide a smile.

“Perhaps it’s the similar, intelligence level?” Wufei put in just as they all knew he would, even Duo with his back turned had long before mouthed the answer.

“Sorry about that Master Quatre.” All heads in the room turned as Draken entered, he was a man in his early fifties with a kind face and gentle air about him.

Quatre rose to his feet meeting the older man at the door, “Don’t worry about it, Draken I’d like you to meet Trowa Barton, I’m sure you already know Midii, and Erik.” The older man nodded briefly to Trowa until his eyes fell upon Erik, and relief washed over his aged features.

He sighed and moved over to the small child taking Erik into his arms, “I knew he would be safe.” Erik watched Draken for a moment his face serious then he began to cry, his small hands reaching for Trowa.

Midii reached for him, and gently took the baby into her arms, “I think he’s tired.” She passed Erik to Trowa and instantly the tears stopped, he breathed raggedly and gripped Trowa’s shirt in his little fist. They all retook their seats, and for a moment silence reigned over the whole house.

“Why is it that you came here, would it not have been safer to wait in the colonies for Midii to return?” Trowa asked not bothering to waste time with small talk.

“Perhaps, but you have to understand, right now the position of the Bèovel colonies is tenuous at best. Kain almost succeed in his plot but the fact that Erik is alive means he cannot truly take over the colonies.” The older man replied relaxing in his chair.

“You still haven’t answered my question, it was mere chance that I found Erik and brought him here. There’s no way you could know that Midii was going to meet you here.” Trowa draped one arm around her small shoulders at her silent request.

“No, that’s true she was not supposed to meet me here.” He paused leaning forward in his chair; “Mr. Bèovel had a will made some years back, of which I was fully aware. It stated that if something of this nature was to happen the colonies were to be passed into Mr. Winner’s care. He also made it clear that a child of the Bèovel family must be present at the signing, or the colonies cannot be given over.” He leaned back again, “Now as to my coming here, I also must be present, so you see my life was in danger on the colonies. I left an encrypted code for Midii, telling her were I could be found.”

“How was it that you gained word of the attack?” Trowa inquired, the man intrigued him though he could not say why.

“A paid informant.”

“But you did not get the information in time to save the family?” Duo looked slightly sceptical.

“I saved Erik.” Draken ran a hand through his hair, “the man might have been paid but that doesn’t mean he did not have a sick sense of humour.” He reached down and brought into his lap a briefcase that had been resting beside his chair. “Master Quatre, I believe that the signing should be done now, that way you can hold a press conference letting the world know that you now own the colonies, which will stop Kain in his tracks.”

Quatre nodded moving towards an ornate desk at the far side of the room, and drew a pen from out of its holder, Draken moved beside him and placed the sheets of paper before the young businessman. “Trowa do you mind bring Erik over here?” The ex-pilot climbed to his feet, and moved to stand on the other side of his friend, “A drop of his blood is need to prove that he was present at the signing.” Trowa nodded silently and turned Erik around in his arms so he was facing the older man, Draken took one of Erik’s small feet in his hand and pricked the heel with a needle, and the young child made not a sound.

Duo came up beside him and took Erik into his arms, and once more began to play with him, soon Erik’s giggling laughter filled the room. Trowa moved to stand behind Midii, and within seconds Quatre and Draken were done with their business and came back to sit with the rest of them. “Now there’s only the small matter of what will become of Erik.” Draken said slowly watching Duo play with the baby, “I would look after him, but I’m afraid I’m just too old to keep up with someone so young.”

Midii looked up to him, emotions in her blue eyes he could not read, he leaned down to her allowing them to talk privately, “Trowa I can’t bare the thought of Erik being with anyone else.” He nodded silently, to some degree surprised that he felt the same way. Trowa kissed her neck, showing she had his full support. “He’s more than welcome to stay with us.” None in the room missed the word ‘us’ but Trowa was beyond caring.

Draken smiled warmly, “I’m glad, he seems very happy with you.” Midii looked up at Trowa and flashed him a bright smile; she glanced down at her watch and then looked to Duo and Erik.

“Time to feed him, would you like to help me?” Duo nodded his head and walked towards her as Erik once more took hold of his braid and yanked it, “Can you show me to the kitchen?”

Wufei laughed softly, “That’s the one place Duo could find blindfolded from anywhere in this house.” Duo laughed with him knowing it to be the truth.

***

Trowa stretched his legs out before him, he and Quatre had moved to his office to converse alone, they had not seen each other in months and had much to say, though Trowa noticed that the conversation had a hard time getting to anything other than Midii. “How much about us does she know?”

“As much as the public, I’ve never told her I’m a gundam pilot.” Trowa replied calmly.

“Best to keep it that way for now, the less she knows the better.” Quatre rose from his seat and moved to gaze out the windows, “How did you meet any ways?”

“It was during the war before I became a gundam pilot and took on the name Trowa Barton.”

“And you haven’t seen her since then?” Trowa nodded though his friend’s back was to him.

“How are the other’s doing?”

“Duo and Hilde have finally set a date for their wedding, June fourth. Heero has made no sign that he is going to propose to Relena, but I do know that none escorts her to balls or other social functions but him. Not to mention that her work load goes through him first, he makes sure to keep it light enough that they have time together almost every day, or so Noin was telling me.” Trowa let his emerald gaze follow that of his friends to the magnificent sunset.

“Is it that late already?” he asked aloud not expecting an answer.

Quatre turned from the window, “You must be exhausted from the trip, why not get some sleep?” Trowa nodded and silently climbed to his feet.

“When are you speaking to the press?”

“Tomorrow morning.” Quatre replied softly, “Draken suggested that Erik be present.”

“Are you holding the conference here?”

“No, at the Perventers base.”

“Safety’s no longer an issue then.” Trowa moved towards the door “He’ll be there.” With that he left the room making his way through the house to his room, to find the sleep his mind craved.

***

Midii walked through the endless halls of Quatre’s house, her arms looped through Duo’s as he lead her to Trowa’s room. Erik had been put to bed a half hour ago, and she and Duo had talked for some time before she realised how late it was. She found the braided young man fun to be around his ready smile and easy going nature put her at ease, he was so completely different from Trowa. But she knew instantly that she would not have wanted her silent clown to be any other way. “How do you not get lost in this house?”

“All you need is a focal point, once you have that you can find your way to it from almost anywhere.”

“I really don’t think that that will work for anything other than the kitchen.”

He thought about it for a moment then frowned, “You may be right about that, oh well if you ever get lost just look for me, or wander around until one of us notice you’re missing or till you find something you recognise. But I’m fairly sure Trowa would notice you’re missing right away.”

Midii blushed at his words and looked away, “How many of these houses does Quatre have?”

Duo shrugged, “I can honestly say I never thought to count.” They continued walking in silence until he stopped in front of a door much the same as the ones they had already passed, “This is Trowa’s room, and…” he said not letting go of her hand just yet, “this is yours.” He pointed to the room across the hall.

Midii smiled, “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, I’ll do anything for a beautiful woman.” Whistling quietly to himself Duo moved off down the never-ending halls. Midii watched him leave and wondered what it was about him that seemed a contradiction, but it was only a feeling, she knew so very little about him, but in many ways he seemed like Trowa. She shook her head finding no answer, only more questions.

She knocked softly on Trowa’s door but got no response and so she walked into the darkened room, she saw him instantly asleep on his bed. Midii moved to his side and sat on the edge of the bed resting her hand on his forehead, though he was asleep she could feel him respond to her gentle touch, muscles he had not even known where stiff relaxed. She leaned down and kissed him on his lips wishing he were awake, but she knew that he had been tired though he tried not to let it show, and she left the room letting him sleep peacefully.

***

Midii woke slowly her body not yet willing to leave the soft bed, she found it an effort to force her eyes opened to look at her watch, but when she saw the time she knew that she would have to get up. Unconsciously she looked about the room for Erik until she remembered that he had been left in the care of one of Quatre’s maids for the night. She moved into the bathroom and quickly showered before re-entering her room and dressing into a pair of jeans and a low cut shirt.

Silence reigned over the whole house as the people within only now began to rise for the new day, a day that at first seemed like any other. It was a day that a potential war would be put to a quick stop, however for Midii things were far from over. She could not simply let Kain get away with what he had done to Erik’s family let alone what he had done to her. She had never really pursued Kain before too caught up in surviving the war, and searching for the nameless soldier who had stolen her heart. She had accomplished both of these and now could see no reason why she should not repay Kain, for the burden he had placed upon her shoulders.

Midii shook her head clearing her eyes of her previous dark thoughts; there was still the matter of placing the colonies securely within Draken’s capable hands, until then Erik was still in danger. She moved on silent feet to Trowa’s door and knocked softly, she barely made out his muffled reply, and quickly slipped in. Instantly she was assaulted by a blast of cold air, with a shiver Midii’s eyes locked upon the balcony door, Trowa stood half-dressed leaning against the railing, eyes down cast. She moved to his side one hand coming to rest upon his icy shoulder, “You’re crazy, you know that don’t you?”

Trowa looked over, his face for a moment expressionless until he really saw her, his eyes suddenly becoming intense; he half turned his lips quirking slightly as he watched her exasperated face. “You worry to much.” Trowa’s voice was low, calming; though it only succeed in causing her blood to race.

“You don’t worry enough.” She said taking his arm and leading him back into the bedroom, she pulled the glass door closed though it did little to restore heat to the room. Midii dropped down into a chair by the fireplace, and watched with some pleasure as Trowa shrugged into a dark blue dress shirt. She quickly decided that she preferred that to one of the sweaters Trowa usually wore, it could not hide his strong and well muscled body.

“You’re doing it again.” Trowa spoke without turning as his hands continued to button the front of his shirt. Midii jumped at the sound of his voice, a rosy blush washing over her face, but she did not take her eyes off him.

“Fair’s fair, you were looking at me the same way, two minutes ago.” His fingers only paused for a moment before continuing, an evil grin spread across Midii’s face. “Anyway can you really deny me anything?” her voice was sweet as she leaned to one side resting her head upon one fist, Trowa glanced over his shoulder eyes confused, and Midii couldn’t help but laugh. She climbed to her feet and threw both arms about his neck pulling his head down for a long kiss, she could feel his arms circling around her small waist, and had never before felt so safe.

Finally they parted and Midii stepped back looking Trowa over, with and impish grin she reached up and undid the top two buttons, and would have gone further had Trowa not taken her hands in his. She pouted slightly but Trowa simply brought one hand to his lips and kissed her palm softly, sending a shiver down her spine. “Quatre wants Erik at the press conference.” Trowa said as he walked towards the door her hand still held gently within his own.

They moved through the house together Trowa seeming to know exactly where he was going; though Midii soon found herself completely turned around. She knew however they were heading in the right direction when she heard Erik crying, the scene in the room was one that pulled at her heart. Erik struggled in the young maid’s arms his face red from crying, and his small body trembling with great shuddered breaths. The moment his eyes fell on Trowa his little hands reached for the tall man, and his crying became louder. A smile bloomed on Midii’s face as Trowa took the small child into his arms; Erik sat there for a moment drawing in shuddering breaths as his little fist gripped the dark blue of Trowa’s shirt. Within seconds he had calmed himself and looked up to the man that held him with a beaming smile. The silent clown offered the baby a half smile and turned to the leave the room.

Midii watched Trowa as they walked to whatever destination he had in mind, Trowa held Erik in no special way and yet the baby could not have been happier. He sat there sucking on his little fingers, while his bright eyes studied the halls that passed. He kicked his feet in delight and threw himself away from Trowa, the young man did not even look down, he simply readjusted his hold on the squirming baby and continued walking. Midii slipped her hand through Trowa’s arm, “When’s the conference?”

He glanced at her through the corner of one eye; “It’s at ten,” he replied quietly.

“That’s in an hour, should we not already be there?”

“No, Quatre’s sister Tamara is looking after all the preparations.” They continued down the halls without a word, the silence breaking from time to time with Erik’s soft laughter.

“Good morning.” Midii and Trowa both turned to see Draken walking down an adjacent hall towards them, his aged face held a warm smile as he stopped before them. “Going for breakfast are you?”

Midii nodded as she glanced up at Trowa, “If he doesn’t get lost on the way.” Draken chuckled heartily, while Trowa turned a questioning look on her, she merely flashed him a brilliant smile.

“There’s still a matter that must be settled between us.” Draken spoke softly to Midii, “You completed your job and I have not yet paid you.”

Midii looked over to the older man, she had forgotten entirely that she was even on a mission, so caught up was she in meeting Trowa again. “Don’t worry about it.”

Draken looked shock, “That simply won’t do Midii, we have a contract.”

“I know,” she lay one hand on the diplomats arm, “but really I don’t care about the money at all.”

“Still it would be bad for my reputation to let you walk away with nothing.” His voice held a note of pleading within it and Midii turned to him with a sigh.

“If you feel you must, but there is no longer anything within this world that I want.” She watched as Draken’s eyes travelled to Trowa and back to her a knowing smile played across his features.

“I’m sure I can find something that will amuse you.” Midii cocked her head to one side studying the older man, something in his tone puzzled her but she could not say what. The three walked into the dinning room only to find that they were the last to arrive. Midii took a seat beside Trowa and gladly took Erik into her arms to feed him. It was not long until Duo swooped down to take the young child from her so she too could eat.

Quatre rose to his feet a few minutes later, his blue green eyes bright; “We should leave shortly.” It was simply a suggestion, but soon everyone was on their feet, Midii noticed absently that Heero, Wufei, and Duo were all wearing Perventers uniforms, and each, though they could not have been any older than Trowa, was wearing a very distinguished rank.

The small party moved outside into the bright sunlight. Midii noticed immediately that the sun had taken the bite out of the air, and the clear blue skies promised a perfect day. She held Erik dressed in warm cloths close to her body though he wanted to twist and turn to see the falling leaves. Trowa silently held the car door open for her, and as she slipped in he gave her a quick smile. They were on the road in seconds and driving through the ageless city, which was the focal point of the peace that covered both earth and colonies.

“How is it that men so young could attain such a high rank within the Perventers?” she asked her eyes fixed on the landscape that passed by.

“Just like you they’re good at what they do.”

“True,” she conceded softly, “but they can’t be more than twenty.”

“Eighteen actually.” Trowa corrected.

She looked over to him then, “Are you as well one of the Perventers?”

There was a long pause as Trowa continued to drive eyes focused on the vehicle in front of him. “Yes,” he said finally.

“And do you also carry the same rank at them?”

He nodded mutely, “When I choose to wear the uniform.”

Midii studied him; there was so much she did not know about Trowa, and so many things she felt he was keeping from her. She however did not begrudge his silence, for there were things about him of which she was fully aware but Trowa himself was completely in the dark. Midii knew that in time Trowa would reveal to her all of his past, the only question was when? But she knew she would be willing to wait. Midii cocked her head to one side, and imagined Trowa to be one of the Gundam pilots that had saved the world. She was to some degree surprised that he fit the part so well.

Midii was shaken from her thoughts as Trowa spoke, “We’re here.” She looked once more out her window to the towering building they were parked in front of. It rose over a hundred stories above them and sprawled across acres of ground. Midii gazed into its glassy surface and knew well the power that the people within held, they along with Relena held the peace, and continued to work protecting the people’s interests. “Stay with Duo, I’ll meet up with you in a few minutes.” He did not wait for a response.

Climbing from the car Midii glanced about looking for Duo, her crystal eyes fell upon him and she moved to his side. “Do you know where Trowa’s going?” He smiled and shook his head.

“Who could say?” He took hold of her hand and looped it through his arm, “Come on the conference starts in five minutes.” Quatre and the others were already heading towards the base, as they walked into the main reception foyer, all soldiers present snapped to attention.

“Sir,” one young man addressed Quatre, “Lady Une, is waiting for you, this way please.” The soldier moved off down one of the many halls, his booted feet clicking on the tiled floor. They all crowded into an elevator, and soon where standing on the ninety-fifth floor, the soldier continued on down the halls seeming to know his exact destination. He stopped outside a door that appeared to be the same as all the others, “Please go right in.”

The room was simply furnished having only a long table and chairs, a second door at the other end of the room was the only other exit. Trowa leaned calmly against the wall wearing now the Perventers uniform, though Midii noticed all he had been missing before was the coat. A woman with chestnut brown hair sat at the head of the table as they walked in, Midii knew her as the Lady Une they had come to see.

She came to her feet as Quatre moved around the table to stand beside her, “Is everything ready?”

“Yes, of course.” They all took their seats and for a moment they were all silent, Une looked down the table to Midii and studied her for a moment, “Have we met before?” she asked.

Midii shook her head silently, “My name is Midii Une.” The older woman gave a slight start at her words but said nothing more.

Une turned back to Quatre, “How do you wish to proceed in this?”

The young businessman paused only a moment before answering “My main objective for now is to secure Erik’s safety, I’m already gathering data on Kain and I want to know his full reasons before I make any strike against him.” Midii was about to protest that she would be the one taking care of Kain, but she remained silent. It would take them time to gather the information, giving her more than ample opportunity to head to the colonies.

“And if he gains word that you are looking for him do really believe he will stay out in the open?” Wufei asked.

“I don’t intend to make any mention of who killed Erik’s family. The only thing the press is going to know is that I am following the wishes of the late Mr. Bèovel, and that is all they need to know.” The rest around the table nodded.

“Have you any idea what his goals are?” Une inquired, “My sources so far have found nothing of any real use.”

“It’s certainly not world domination.”

“What?”

“I said it’s certainly not world domination, Kain is too reserved to attempt that, however he could be the financial portion of a greater corporation.” Midii spoke without looking at anyone present in the room.

“It would appear that you know quite a bit about this man, how well do you know him?” Une asked leaning forward on the table.

“He’s a man I came to know during the war.” Midii’s crystal eyes were intense as she locked them on the woman before her; she would only offer them the information she saw fit her past was her own. “Even this, the killing of the Bèovel family is more forward than he’s ever been, I don’t believe he’s working alone.”

“You could be right,” Une said softly.

“I really don’t think we have very much to worry about right now.” Heero put in his voice as always lacking all emotion. “Once Kain hears the news, there will be nothing for him to do but wait. Presently only we know he was behind the attack, until that becomes common knowledge he’ll be watching as much as we are.”