Operation: Capella

By: Sailor Saturn

Part Three

 

Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em. 

            Hihi! Sorry for the delay, but I had Writer’s Block and my life is kinda hectic. Here is part three, so you people can stop yelling at me now. I’ve got a lot of people to thank:

My cousin, Brianne, for saying, ‘Get up off your @$$ and finish the fic!’; Steve, for encouraging me, thanx^^;  and, of course, all of youse who emailed me with your compliments, You were very instrumental in making me continue this. Oh, and Trowa and Catherine aren’t siblings in this fic. Thought you should know!

 

            Relena brushed her hair as she prepared for bed. Her room was simply decorated, with the basic necessities; a kitchen, bathroom, sitting room, bedroom and a store room. She walked into her bedroom and sat on her bed, looking out the window at the icy landscape. Even though the room was heated significantly, she still had to bundle up for sleep, a large black sweater and thick leggings. The light from the different buildings around the base cast a soft glow on the ground, making the snow seem a lightish yellow. She looked up and watched the sun low in the sky. Celeste had explained to her that it wasn’t strange for the sun to be up at this time of year. She even joked that there was only one day a year in Antarctica, six months of light, six months of darkness. Tired, Relena was about to settle in for the night, when there was a knock on her door. She groaned and walked to answer it. Surprisingly, there was Heero.

“Heero?” she said, since she was honestly taken aback. He still in his military uniform, maybe since he just got off work.

“I just wanted to check to see if you needed anything,” he said, monotonously. Relena smiled slightly.

“Thanks, but I’m fine,” she replied. He nodded.

“I’m next door if you do.” And he stalked off. Relena closed her door and proceeded to her room with a dopey smile on her face. She laid back on her bed.

“Hm. Heero’s next door. Hm. I wonder…hm,” she whispered. Then she mentally slapped herself. God, you’re 25 years old! Not 15. You don’t have time to be thinking these childish thoughts!  She turned on her side and drifted off to sleep.

 

~***~

Meanwhile, Heero sat in his armchair, sipping some hot cocoa. The sun sat dimly on the horizon outside. It could get so cold in Antarctica, not that he was complaining. He could adapt to it, his training taught him how to. As he took another sip, his mind drifted to the blonde next door. I wonder if she’s cold? He found himself thinking. No, she said she was fine. Heero got up and walked over to the kitchen and placed the mug in the sink. Duo and the others were supposed to be coming tomorrow, they replied to his messages. He had Celeste prepare their rooms. From what he knew so far, Duo and Hilde were married; Catherine and Trowa were too; Quatre and Dorothy were engaged and Wufei was still single. Probably with his chauvinistic attitude, he thought bitterly. Heero decided that he should really get some sleep, especially since Duo was coming, he’ll need all the rest that he could get.

 

~***~

            Gabriela woke up from her slumber in her small berth in the airplane she was traveling in. She looked down at Professor G, who was reading a book. She sat up and gaped at her.

“God, G, don’t you know the meaning of the word ‘rest’?” she asked. The professor turned a page in her book.

“I’m not tried,” she said simply.

“G, you woke up at 4 this morning. For all I know, you only got two hours of sleep.”

“Like I said, I’m not tired,” the professor replied coolly, without looking up. Gabriela sighed and jumped down.

“I’m gonna eat something,” she said and proceeded to the mini-kitchen. For as long as she knew, Professor G was loaded, really loaded, but she never knew how come. Whenever Gabriela asked, the professor smiled and said that it was her little secret. Then, her smile would fade and she’d get a very disturbed look on her face. Gabriela took out a root beer out of the mini fridge and walked back over to her berth and jumped up.

“When are we landing?” she asked. For the first time, Professor G looked up from her book, and took a glance at her watch.

“In about two hours,” she replied.

“Two hours?!” Gabriela groaned, and rolled over on her bed.

“Well, at least it isn’t two days,” G told her calmly. Gabriela looked down at her mentor. Sometimes, Professor G could be so annoying with her ‘calm-cool-calculating’ attitude. It was like she was military trained or something.

“What is so interesting about that book?” she asked. Professor G looked up at her.

“You’re bored, aren’t you?” she asked. Gabriela nodded. 

“Yes, I hate being cramped in one place for too long.” The professor sighed and closed her book.

“You’re very restless, Gabriela.” She said as she went into the adjoining room. She emerged a few seconds later with a pack of cards. “Poker or Go-Fish?” Gabriela grinned and sat up.

“Poker.”

 

~***~

            Masaru stood at his large glass window of his office, looking at the landscape. His house was in the mountains of Shikoku Mountains on the island of Shikoku. The sea was a clear view from where he was, and it was calm and placid. But that was the last thing on his mind, he was waiting for David to come with his report. He checked his watch. 15:30hrs. He was half an hour late. He walked over to his desk and reached for the phone. He dialed a number, put the phone on speaker and then turned back to the window.

“Hello, Good Afternoon,” a female voice came over the speaker.

“Jennifer, is David there?” he asked.

“No, sir. He hasn’t been in for the morning. Do you need me to find him?” she asked.

“No, I’ve got that covered, thanks,” Masaru said and switched off the phone. As soon as he did, there was a knock on his large, marble doors.

“Come in,” he said, as he poured himself some red wine. The doors opened and two armed and uniformed soldiers walked in, a man dragging between them. His blond hair was tousled and there was blood on his face. They dropped him on the ground.

“We found him at the airport on a flight to the States,” one of the soldiers said. Masaru nodded.

“Thank you. You have your leave.”

“Yes sir,” they said and closed the doors. Masaru then turned to David. He was looking down, trembling uncontrollably. Masaru paced around him in an intimidating fashion. “Where’s the information?”  David looked up, his face ghastly white. Masaru saw that he was sporting a black eye and a bloody lip.

“I….I…don’t know,” he whispered. Masaru turned to his window, his brown eyes blazing in anger.

“You don’t know,” he repeated and gave a dry laugh, before yelling. “You don’t KNOW?!”

“It was an honest mistake…” David began, but Masaru wouldn’t hear it. He walked over to him and barked him a hard slap, that made him fall backwards. Masaru rubbed his hand nonchalantly.

“Yes, it was a mistake,” he sighed. Some of David’s color returned to his face.

“I’m glad you understand, sir,” he replied. Masaru couldn’t help but smile. The stupid idiot. He really doesn’t know me that well. Ah, well, too bad for him.

“Hn. As I said, it was a mistake,” Masaru turned to face him, with that sinister smile playing on his lips. “too bad it shall be your last.” David turned impossibly pale.

“B…b…b…but…” he stammered. Masaru stalked over to his desk and pressed the intercom.

“Please come and fetch Mr Marshals please, Flint,” he said calmly. A tall, heavy-set man entered the room and picked a screaming David up roughly.

“Sir! Please! Please! It was a mistake! One honest mistake!” he pleaded, but Masaru turned a deaf ear.

“What should I do with him, sir?” Flint asked.

“Be creative, Flint,” he answered, as he turned back to his window. He heard the door close and David’s screams echoing down the hallways. Now, I have to find who got that information.