One week later
Trowa was still at Preventors Headquarters. Ostensibly he was there to lend
auxiliary assistance to his comrades, but things had been quiet that week, or
at least as quiet as it ever got in the Preventors which wasn’t very. He was
actually waiting around for Midii to show up, and he knew she would. Just in
case she decided to sneak in and steal the information instead of infiltrate
Preventors as she’d been instructed, Trowa had double-checked the security
system.
“Tisk tisk,
are you still here?” Duo called from one of the tables in the mess hall as
Trowa slid in and sat down across from him for lunch.
“Usually you
head right back home,” Sally remarked from where she sat beside him. Wufei and
Trowa exchanged brief nods in greeting, both preferring to eat silently.
“Oh, I get
it,” said Duo. “You’re here to admire the new secretary.”
“There’s a new
secretary?” Trowa questioned. He had a vested interest in keeping tabs on
anyone new who would have easy access to potentially sensitive information. It
would be only too easy for Midii to infiltrate and get the information she
wanted disguised as a harmless secretary after all.
“Yep. Tall,
brunette, a little on the plumpish side but she has the height to wear it
well,” Duo said judiciously.
“About how
tall?” Trowa inquired. That was one of the hardest features to fake without the
use of heels, and even if she did use heels he’d be able to look at her and
tell by her measurements what height she would be flatfooted.
“She’s only a
little shorter than you I think,” said Sally. “Why? Are you interested?”
“No,” said
Trowa dismissing her. It couldn’t be Midii, she was quite a bit smaller than
him and looked it.
Duo shrugged
and changed the subject.
“Hey guys, it
just so happens I have the latest installment in the ongoing Heero and Relena
saga,” he told the group. Wufei looked painfully annoyed, Sally amused and
interested, and a couple people from behind him leaned over to hear a little
better.
“Has she at
least given him the time of day yet?” Sally inquired, in part to encourage Duo
to hurry up and spill the goods and in part to provoke a disgusted grumble from
her cranky partner.
“As of right
now, our boy Heero… is being spectacularly blown off. Only Relena could manage
to make a frank and absolute dismissal sound like a highly concerned
compliment.”
“She is a
politician Duo,” said an easy-going feminine voice from behind him. His partner
walked over with her tray and Duo moved over to make room beside him for her.
“What else would
you expect but that she’d be good with words,” she continued, inserting her
straw into her juice container. “And I have even more interesting news than
that.”
“Oh really?”
said Sally. “What’s that?”
“We’ve got a
new field agent just signed on this morning.”
“Fresh meat,”
Duo chuckled, rubbing his hands together. One of the first things new recruits
were warned about was that Preventer’s sophomoric sense of humor.
“You should
have seen how she made her entrance though,” Hilde continued with a glare at her
partner for interrupting her gossip string. “She showed up on the front steps,
after having snuck past the front gate unnoticed somehow but that’s not all…
Not only did she manage to sneak in, but she brought a little present along
with her. She had three guys trussed up like turkeys for market lined up at her
feet. You won’t believe it, but one of them was that doctor guy who was
supposed to be making bioweapons for the Barton foundation, another was that
elusive smuggler who gave Duo and I a run for our money before he just up and
disappeared. I don’t know who the third one was, but still… That’s pretty
impressive. The new girl looked up at Lady Une casually as you please and said
that she was interested in a job working there and did Une think she had room
for her?”
“That must be
my new partner then,” Trowa said quietly. They all turned to look at him in
surprise, nay, shock. Trowa, in all of the time that he had been working on and
off for the Preventors, had never bothered to acquire a partner. He always
worked alone, on occasion he might work in conjunction with Heero but
they rarely worked as a team (more like two allies who were working separately
in tandem).
“I put in to
train a new recruit and Une said she’d give me the next field agent she brought
on to work with me,” he explained. It had been a bit of a gamble for him, Trowa
had known that there was a possibility that there would be another field agent
hired before Midii was but he’d felt that the opportunity was worth the risk. Oh,
he’d still act surprised to see her and he imagined that she’d be very very
cautious in her work when she was starting out, but she wouldn’t know that he
already knew what she was up to and that gave him a distinct advantage. She
most likely thought he’d be suspicious of her, she might even think he would
have told his commanding officer of their past history together and that they’d
be watching her carefully.
<I probably
should have told Une but I am concerned that if Une rids the Preventors of
Midii the Consortium will not hesitate to destroy the civilian hostages because
Midii failed in her assignment. Also, it is better to have a known element that
can be watched as opposed to an unknown element who’s orders and motives are
undefined. If she thinks that her every movement is being watched this will
make her cautious which in turn make my task more difficult, but I think I may
be able to keep ahead of her. I figured her out once before after all.>
Still, the
voice of cation whispered to him, that was when they had both been young and he
had been the more experienced of the two. Now Midii had had an entire lifetime
to hone her skills to the razor edge… for all he knew she was more than a match
for him now and it wouldn’t do to be overconfidant.
He cocked his
head to one side to listen o the pager system ask for Trowa Barton to report to
Une’s office and pulled away from the table. With a nod to his friends he said
“I should go
meet my new partner now. Good day.”
* * *
Midii looked
across the oak desk at the brunette woman in the Preventors jacket. She too
wore the last name Une, but on closer inspection, Midii really didn’t think
they were related. Her facial features, height and eyes were definitely not of
any resemblance to her father at all.
“That’s quite
an impressive entrance you made Miss Une,” Lady Une stated looking her squarely
in the face. “It says here that you’ve done some freelance work for us before,
is that what made you want to join us now?”
“Actually, I
joined because I needed to provide for my family,” Midii hedged. She really
hated this part; a spy always had to remember their alibi and Midii didn’t
really care for lying in the first part. There was only so long a person could
play the game before they actually became the lie.
“I see. Children?”
“No, younger
siblings,” Midii clarified.
There came a
knock at the door, soft and precise.
“That should
be your assigned partner right now,” said Lady Une. “You’re in luck Miss Une,
you got one of our best and most qualified agents to show you the ropes around
here.”
Midii turned
in her seat and nearly gasped in surprise when she saw who walked through the
door. Only years and years of controlling her facial expressions and movements
kept her from giving herself away.
<Damn
it!> she thought frustratedly. <Of all the rotten luck. Murphey’s Law
must really have it out for me. At every turn I keep running in to him! It’s
bad enough that he knows I’m Shadowblade, and that he might or might not be
Nanashi , but does he now have to be my partner as well? The universe hates
me.>
“Good morning
Midii,” Trowa said blandly. Midii for her part looked for any clue, any silent
communication between the young Preventor and his superior that they might be
onto her and setting her up for a trap. Spies always suspected everything to be
a trap, that was how they survived.
“Good morning
Mister Barton,” she said a trifle formally.
“I didn’t
realize the two of you knew each other,” Lady Une remarked. “What a strange
coincidence.”
“We go back a
ways,” said Trowa mildly.
“Good, then I
trust you two will be able to get along. Your first mission together is to
track down information on that Smuggler Miss Une here caught. Right now, the
evidence we’re holding him on is pretty tenuous. We need something more solid.”
“We could start
by tracking Down Cap’n Jax’s ship logs, at least the official one, and tallying
up his official stops with amount of fuel usage to see if he’s made any other
unofficial stops. If we get someone who’s good enough with computers we may be
able to retrieve some of the erased logs… just as a start,” Midii said.
“It looks like
things will work out just fine here. Get to it; I’d like a report on my desk in
two weeks. Oh, and don’t forget to pick up your uniform before you go out into
the field Miss Une.”
“Aye ma’am,”
Midii said and followed Trowa out.
<Well this
is a hell of a complication,> she thought as she followed her new partner
down the maze of bustling hallways to wherever it was they were going. <The
one person who just might know my identity and the real reason I’m here ends up
working with me. He’ll probably be suspicious of me, and watch me closely.
That’ll make things harder. Mister Smith never seems to understand that
infiltration takes time, even with a seasoned professional such as myself. He always
wants immediate results. He’s gonna be waiting a while with this one, Trowa is
no easy man to fool. I sometimes get the feeling he saw right through my
Shadowblade disguise from the very beginning. I’ll have to be very very
careful. And it’s not exactly like I can say ‘Gee Trowa, do you actually know
I’m a spy sent to infiltrate here or are you just going along with all of this
to trap me later.’ Yeah, if that’s not a giveaway. Why do I always get the
weird complications? Stuff like this never happened to me when I was a bounty
hunter.>
“Here we are,”
Trowa said quietly.
‘Here’ was a
small military issue clothing boutique. Midii eyed the apparel with distaste.
Didn’t they have anything a little more… sleek? Midii, even at her poorest, was
never anything less than well dressed. She generally tailored her own clothes
to fit her, or even made adjustments to suit her style and those uniforms… were
not her style. She supposed that the coloring wasn’t too bad… sort of; in a
very olive green looking kind of way. And the jackets were very… functional.
Didn’t they have anything a little less oversized bomber jacket?
<Oh well, I
guess there’s no hope for it,> she thought resignedly. She’d have to wear
that awful tie too she supposed.