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Revolving Peace

13th of February AC 175 (Part One)

Heero Yuy

The artificial light came through the window and stretched itself on the neatly made up bed. Sheets, covers and pillows smoothly aligned and unslept in. The light grew steadily stronger, the once gentle yellow glow, brightening as the seconds, minutes, hours, passed.

Heero hunched over on the desk, a plain darkly stained wooden desk. Piles of papers, some with important insignias on them, folders full of more sheets of paper, filled the desk and sometimes overflowing it. Heero locked in slumber did not notice the disarray that he had cause. He with every gentle intake and exhale, softly stirring the papers, made a slight wheezy sound, normally associate with young children.

He was still dressed in the black suit that he had worn last night, through it was neat for his position, the harsh itchy starched shirt and the crisp, clean lines of the suite were in a mess from what they were last night.

With his neck stretched at an awkward angle, one that would be sure to create a stiff and sore neck when he awoke, he slept peacefully on; unaware of the day's trials that would be face to him. This moment of quiet and relaxation would be the last he would see for some time.

Last night, at the Winner party, the social event of the year but also political and through the hosts wished without, military. A night of party celebration where new alliances and prospects of new ones were formed, while others cracked under pressure. Of spirited debate and heated discussions, even a few rowdy, friendly (so they say) punches that were hurriedly broken up the Winner's security. A few romantic links and attractions were formed as old ones were strengthened.

Near the door, which was shut tight and firmly locked, lay his shoes. Black socks dangling out where he had quickly pulled them off as Heero had entered the room. The shoes with their laces having a knot of two were a danger to anyone entering the room. For if they did so, and without checking for any obstacles, they would surely fall.

As the sunlight grew stronger, people began to wake and begin to get ready for another day, to go to their jobs, those that had jobs. Traffic, which had been silent except for the occasional late night car, now began heating up into the morning rush hour. But because of an accident involving two cars the hour would lead to hours.

Exhausted from campaigning the previous day and going to various meetings through out the day then having argue and debate his views over the Colonies and Earth and various of his policies well into the late hours and into the early hours of the next day. Heero slept and dreamt of the future peaceful world that waited.

So he dreamt.

Leiko Kaida Halifax

Sitting at her desk, the one provided by their generous hosts, Leiko sipped her coffee, not even noticing when instead of the hot liquid she swallowed cold, sludgy dregs. Reading the report by one of her informants, her forehead creased into a frown. Her eyes focusing on the text. Usually she skimmed such reports as the majority of them had useless information, with maybe, the occasional nugget of information, but this report was entire new field.

Romefeller was finally acting, if under the guise of OZ.

What they planned would outrage many people if they happened to read this and would seriously please others, but Leiko would not let any one other than herself read this report, not even the person who was the subject of it.

If any one did they find this report; they would use it to their own advantage. It was a problem that it had already been written but Leiko's informant could not risk meeting her and she could not visit him. It would be death for both of them if they had every happened to meet. Not that they has ever done so, but they were both well known in certain circles, and if they clashed, it would be most unfortunate.

Any way, Leiko planned to use this report to her own advantage. She smirked slightly before retreating back into the written word. If she used this correctly, and everything went to plan, then they would be ones sweating. It would be decidedly pleasant.

Placing the report on the desk, Leiko straightened her posture and slanted her arms outwards. A pen dangling loosely from her fingers, she asserted her hold, tightly crushing the pencil between her fingers. With a sharp crack, the pencil snapped and Leiko let the shards and fragments escape form her hold and fall to the ground.

Oh so delightful! They would pay dearly for their mistake of messing with her. Very dearly indeed. No one would even think of attempting to send a death threat to Heero after this soiree. They would be too afraid.

Smiling with great pleasure, a sudden change went over her face. Eyes blinking rapidly, confused and bewildered. Mouth twisting sideways in distaste. Bringing a hand to her mouth she gagged slightly and the coffee caught up with her, it was utterly revolting.

With a sharp trill, the phone rang. And continued it's assault of her ears. Reaching out with her hand, she typed in the necessary codes, before resuming the bland and secretarial look she had practiced to give to people.

As the screen formed into a picture of a man, Leiko directed a winning smile at the screen and began speaking, "Hello, Heero Yuy's office, how may I help you?" As she saw the man's face, Leiko's smiles slowly faded off her face.

Dominic Noventa

Leaning back in his dark brown swivel chair, Dominic stared up at the ceiling, pensively. Gray shadows were under his eyes, and not even the morning light could fade them away sufficiency. The past hour, an hour that had been taken away from his sleep, had been spent researching a number to contact the lovely Miss Leiko Kaida Halifax.

Looking at the scarp piece of paper with a number scrawled on it, he smiled deviously. It would be worth it, just to see her face. Dominic was sure she would be delighted to see him.

Swinging his legs down from the large imposing desk he grabbed the edge of the desk and brought his chair closer. Pressing the ON button, he picked up the scrap of paper and began dialing. 4001-7676-0019, the numbers flashed across the screen and ringing began.

A smiling Leiko answered the phone, "Hello, Heero Yuy's office, how may I help you?" Before a she sharply withdrew. A deep sense of horror and disgust flashed across her face. Then she frowned and glared at his with distaste.

Smiling leisurely, he leaned forward, so too seem closer to her. "Help? Well Leiko, you can help me in many ways. Please don't let anything stop you from doing so. I would be most displeased."

She gasped softly, "You!"

"Me? I believe my name is Dominic Noventa. But you, my dear sweet thing, may call me Dominic."

"You are the impertinent man I have ever had the misfortune to encounter. I wish you every harm possible. I don't know how you got this number but I will find out and punish them accordingly. As for you," she narrowed her eyes at him, "I will get you somehow. Your behaviour is deplorable."

"Really? I look forward to our next meeting. I can't see a reason why you would not. I can be very charming, why don't we have lunch? You suggest a place but I have a liking for Italian. In my blood perhaps? But what do you fancy?"

"I don't fancy to do anything with you." She said harshly, her tone and voice grating and rough, "I have a busy day and I never want to see you again. I though I made that quite clear at the Winner's party last night. If you did not get it last night, then here it is now in simple terms. I, Leiko Kaida Halifax, want to see you again. Or even speak to you again. Do you understand."

With out waiting for Dominic to reply, Leiko hand stretched out and pressed a disconnect button and Dominic was staring at a gray screen.

"What a delightful personality she has. I must speak to her. If only to here sweet, dulcet voice again."

Standing and walking over to the tinted floor to ceiling window, Dominic placed a hand on the surface, marring the extreme perfection and cleanliness. Gazing at his hand print he smirked.

The Doctors

"Well, gentlemen, what were your findings of last night?" Doctor J asked to the sprawling men. Sprawled over his fine upholstery, he thought despairingly. Such a waste to such fine wares, he thought, directing his gaze to Doctor G.

"I had a fine night dancing with the hostess, Mrs. Winner. She got very caught up with the dance. I have heard that she is a lover of music. Her husband, out host, Mr. Winner… I did not have much success. Through he seemed to like me; he is totally against all military action. A true pacifist, where ever it might lead him." Instructor H spoke, once again sipping some fine wine, even through it was quite early in the morning.

"That… could be a problem. Winner is one of the richest men in the world and employs millions of people across the colonies. He could garner support in many ways." J replied.

"Through, the military powers might not be pleased. I think it could favour us." H returned.

"How so?" G asked questionably, "If he is truly a pacifist, why would he help us with our… projects. Even through it might oppose OZ and the Federation, our beliefs would go against his."

"True, very true. But his wife took a favouring to me. She might… persuade him. I think she is not as peace oriented as his is. She knows about conflict. I suspect that she knows that it will happen unless there is a total de-armament. Which, as we all know, is very unlikely. How did your endeavors go G?"

"Heero Yuy is truly devoted to peace, blah blah blah, I'm sure you get my point. As with Mr. Winner, opposed to war and weapons." He frowned sadly, "Why are we the only ones with a middles agenda I wonder? It seems strange."

"None the less, it a fact, O? Your mission?" J queried.

"There were no attempts on the security. No serious ones at least. But my sources report many people lurking around the ballroom, uninvited guests all of them. Suspicious behaviour."

"Any person confirmed?" J leaned eagerly, ready for the impatient news.

Shaking his head O quietly said, "None." J visibly deflated.

"I see."

"But. Earlier today, I noticed that we were being followed." O said such a startling revelation calmly, when they all knew how drastic this news could mean to them.

There was an uncomfortable silence. Fear and tension ran rampant through the room. Other than the gentle tunes of classical music emerging from the radio, there seemed to be no sounds being emitted.

"Were they…?" G ended the question quickly turning away from the rest.

"I believe them to be from OZ, yes."

There was a deeply reluctant shocked silence.

"Well…" J said forcefully, "S your report?"

"Leiko Kaida Halifax. An aide of Heero Yuy, his head of security and various other tasks is devoted to Heero and will do anything do uphold his ideals and to see them come to pass. Not for any inclination of peace, she will kill, and has before. She was formally a OZ soldier until three years ago when she deserted her platoon and has become very unpopular among Romefeller even before that."

"Is she in love with him?"

"I'm not sure. She seems obsessed which could be love, but."

"I see," J said this thoughtfully and leaned back.

In the absence of talk that followed, the five men listened to the ending of a song and the starting of the news. What was reported surprised them all.

It seemed that their plans to build the mobile suits would have to come to pass.

An assassination had taken place.