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Politicians And Men
Kenneth
Blanchard: The key to successful
leadership is influence, not authority.
Anonymous:
The best index to a person's character is (a) how he treats people who can't do
him any good, and (b) how he treats people who can't fight back.
Quatre Raberba Winnalkealked sedately through
his home on L4. His three suitcases were
packed and ready for his trip back to Earth.
He was only waiting for Rashid and Abdul to make sure that the shuttle
was prepared. Nervous, he glanced at his
watch to check the time. He had to leave
in the next two hours if he wanted to make it back to Sanc in time.
He checked The ride to
his reflection in a hall mirror pleased to see that his blond hair was
cooperating today. Self consciously he
readjusted his tie for the tenth time, sighing in satisfaction when he got it
just right.
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the shuttle port was uneventful and Quatre with his small army of retainers
boarded one of the private Winner shuttles bound for Earth.
with Lady Emily, Dorothy’s mother. She
had been gous ous enough to receive him an hour before the other guests would
begin to arrive and he wondered what it would cost him, what she might try to
extract from him.
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Quatre
carefully set up his computer and checked his messages. He had one from Wufei, a brief message
letting him know that there was no new information on either Duo or Heero’s
whereabouts. Quatre sent a brief
response saying he had also heard nothing and letting Wufei know that he was
doing as well as could onsionsidered. He
leaned back in the padded shuttle seat wishing that there did not have to be
all these secrets between them but it was necessary, it was the conditions that
had been set down for him.
He fell
asleep after putting the computer away.
He woke to a gentle shaking on his shoulder. Rashid stood nearby with a slight smile on
his face.
“We’re
about to land in Sanc Master Quatre,” Rashid’s deep voice brought him
awake. “We should be at Lady Emily’s
after you have had time to change at the house.”
Quatre
nodded absently and watched as the head of the Maguanacs walked back to the
cockpit of the shuttle. He stood and
stretched his legs briefly before landing and then strapped himself in. It was an easy landing and in minutes he was
being ushered into another limousine that took him to the house that he had
purchased only a few months before.
He willed
those thoughts away. They were from
another time, a time when things still made sense and he had all his friends
around him.
Quatre
bounded up the stairs and threw off his clothes, scattering them around the
room. He did not care where they landed
or if they wrinkled while they lay on the floor. But he reached down and removed the
embroidered handkerchief that his sister had made for him. Somehow he could not bring himself to allow
it to be carelessly lying on the floor, even if only while he was showering. He folded it and set it on his dresser before
stepping into the bathroom.
He washed
off quickly and dried himself quickly as well.
His nerves were jumpy and he did not want to waste any time since Lady
Emily lived on the other side of Cannes,
the capitol city of Sanc.
Quatre
heard the knocking on his door and he securely wrapped the towel around his
waist and moved to open it.
“Sally?”
Quatre’s deep blue eyes widened in surprise.
“What are you doing here?”
“You might
want to put some clothes on before we talk,” Sally pointed out the obvious
state of his undress.
Quatre
merely shrugged. He was used to the
Maguanacs bursting in while he was dressing and Sally had seen him without
clothes on plenty of times during the war when he was sick or injured. If he had been a little more innocent it
might have bothered him that he wore only a towel.
“Come in,”
He held the door open to the Preventer.
“I’ll change in the bathroom and we can talk through the door.”
He gathered
up his outfit and walked into the bathroom.
He shut the door behind him and began dressing.
“I stopped
by to see if you were going to Lady Noventa’s party tonight,” Sally’s voice
came through the door. “But apparently
you are.”
“Was there
something you wanted?” Quatre asked.
“I’m going
as well,” Sally told him. “Lady Noventa
invited Une as well but Une’s too busy to attend so here I am. I was wondering if I could possibly convince
you to be my escort for the evening.”
Quatre
smiled. He really should not have been
surprised by her being here; Une would have done the same thing he
wagered. She had only been seventeen when she had
married Edmund Catalonia and
barely nineteen when Dorothy was born.
He knew that she had left Dorothy in the care of Duke Dermail when her
husband had passed away, stopping by for occasional visits. Lady Emily was a cold woman; her eyes alone
told him that. They were calculating and
revealed nothing of what she might be thinking.
“Hello Mr.
Winner,” She smiled charmingly at Quatre and Sally. “And you must be Miss Po. I’m pleased that you could make it here
tonight.”
“Good
evening Lady Noventa,” Quatre gave an innocent smile. “You look lovely this evening. It is most gracious of you to allow myself
and Miss Po here tonight to discuss your daughter Dorothy. But please, I insist you call me Quatre.”
“I assure
you it is no trouble,” Lady Emily was gracious.
“And please call me Lady Emily.
Come with me, I’d prefer to talk in the study.”
Quatre
politely moved away from Sally and took Lady Emily’s arm. “Then there
is the matter of the loan you owe my family.
I believe that with the interest on it from all those years ago it now
totals to just under 2.3 million credits.
Would you like me to continue? I
assure you that I have a much longer list.”
“What do
you want?” Rochambeau hissed licking his lips in nervousness.
“Why did
you sign Dorothy Catalonia’s arrest warrant?” Quatre demanded coldly.
“Because
she is a war criminal,” Roceau eau insisted.
“Try
again,” His tone was light but clearly not one to go against.
“I’m
telling the truth!” He insisted once again.
“You don’t
honestly expect me to believe that do you?” Quatre glared at the man. '> “I know how you work Rochambeau. I don’t approve.spanspan>What do you gain from this? There has to be something and don’t even
bother lying to me because I will call in that loan among other things.”
“You think
you can blackmail me?” Rochambeau laughed tensely but it was full of bravado
the man no longer had.
“No,”
Quatre said honestly and for a brief moment Rochambeau thought he was in the
clear. “I know I can.es'> There’s a difference between thinking and
knowing. Now, what do you gain?”
“Dodd
promised me the money for the loan I owe you,” Rochambeau’s shoulders slumped
in defeat knowing there was no escape when he had been so clearly boxed in by
the most powerful man in the Colonies.
“And
Dorothy Catalonia is one of ours,” Quatre bit out harshly. “For now you are to report to me what Dodd
hopes to gain with this trail and persecution of Dorothy. You know my office number correct?”
“Yes I have
it,” He said.
mal> “Good,”
Quatre said. “My secretary Aisha will
patch you through directly to me and it will be untraceable. But the call you made to my office won’t
be. That can easily be explained away
though can’t it?”
“Of
course,” Rochambeau nodded in agreement.
“Glad we
understand one another,” Quatre said offering up a smile. “I’ll see you around.”
The rest of
the party passed slowly and Quatre made their excuses an hour later. Lady Emily saw Sally and Quatre out to the
entrance hall and slipped Quatre a piece of paper. She walked away with an obscure smile on her
face after patting Quatre fondly on the shoulder.
‘Lady Emily
is certainly a strange woman,’ He thought to himself as he and Sally walked
outside. ‘But she is wise. And one who knows how to play the game better
than just about anyone else.’
Quatre
escorted Sally back down to the waiting limousine. Abdul opened the door for them. Quatre insisted on dropping Sally back off at
the Preventers base so she would not have to take a cab back. He arrived home later than he had expected
but Rashid had a cup of tea waiting for him in his private den. Carefully he removed the paper from his
pocket and read it.
Quatre Winner,
You are much wiser than most give you
credit for. I know that if anyone can
help my daughter it is you. Be careful
when dealing with Rochambeau, the man is a snake and completely disregards
normal protocol. He has no appreciation
for the proper way the game must be played but if you can back him into a
corner then you stand a chance of making him go through the proper motions.
I was rather impressed although I suppose I
should not have been.
~ Lady Emily
He really
did not understand Lady Emily, but he did not need to. She had given him some sound advice.
He locked
the note in a drawer of the desk and sat for a long period of time in his den
with only the desk lamp on trying to decide the best course of action. Finally in frustration he went up to his room
and disrobed, slipping into a pair of sweats and a shirt that had the logo “Do
not disturb: I am disturbed enough already” on it. The shirt was of course a gift from Duo
during the first war but he had hardly worn it.
It fit with his current mood though.
Quatre lay
down on his bed and eventually drifted off to sleep dreaming of his friend and
of those like Treize and Dorothy.
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