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Hold The
Press
Lois McMaster Bujold: The dead cannot cry out for justice; it is a
duty of the living to do so for them.
Relena
Peacecraft and Quatre Raberba Winner stood in a press
room at Winner Enterprises Inc. in Germany. Relena had adorned herself as the innocent
Queen of Sanc and Quatre looked ever inch the Winner
heir. They stood firm and calm in front
of several of the biggest names in the media.
“We have
called this conference to speak of my friend and ally Dorothy Catalonia,”
Quatre Winner spoke out, silencing the idle chit-chat immediately. “Miss Catalonia
is being imprisoned merely because she is cousin to Treize Khushrenada. She has done nothing wrong other than the
mistakes that many made during the first war.
Miss Catalonia inspired me
to be stronger during that war and if it weren’t for her the Vice-Foreign
Minister would not be standing here. She
has saved many lives and shown many of us that we can go beyond what we think
we are capable of. It is an outrage to
demean her sacrifices so.”
Relena
stepped up to the podium next. Quatre
could see that all eyes were on her, everyone was amazed at how calm and sad
Relena could look in a single glance.
She had that power and that was precisely why Quatre felt confidant to
leave the press conference in her hands.
“Dorothy is
my friend,” Relena began. “She saved my
life many times during the first war and also during this latest attempt to
bring back war. Dorothy is loyal friend
and I owe her my life. She dedicated
herself to my ideals of peace and I believe she should be given a second
chance.”
‘Well said
Relena,’ Quatre thought with relief.
‘You were always good at placating the people and appealing to them.’
“Relena
will be here to answer any questions you have but unfortunately I have some
work to attend to,” Quatre said with an apologetic smile as he stepped away
from the stage.
He went with
Rashid and Abdul out the side door directly after his announcement. Quatre was tired. He had been working non stop since Duo had
disappeared, keeping the Preventers from guessing what was going on and not
telling even Trowa what was bothering him.
He had known the American would leave right away, there was little left
for him to stay behind for.
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“Master
Quatre,” Rashid spoke up as they walked through a deserted hallway to a private
elevator. “You have to prepare for the Mesner meeting for tomorrow and Jaffa informed me that you are to
have an early day today. Your sister
believes you are working too hard.”
Jaffa, the second eldest of his
remaining sisters would think something like that. She was one of the few though who would
actually do something about his overworking himself though, and she was right
to. Quatre had not slept for over thirty
hours and the last decent meal he had eaten was a breakfast muffin if such an
item could be considered a meal. Going
home early was a treat that he would indulge in for today. Working for over three weeks straight did
strange things to his mind and his temper.
Quatre went
through his files on Mesner for three hours,
memorizing and storing away items he could bring up in the meeting that would
help his cause. He liked to be over
prepared for business meetings with other people and potential partnerships. Quatre had expanded WEI in the past years so
now he owned a few mines and a large ship yard on the coast of Egypt. He hoped to partner with Mesner
or buy them out and expand further into the mining industry. Resource satellites were all well and good
but he wanted more and not for the money.
Everywhere he expanded he opened new jobs to the local people and
brought with him technology and medical care.
He wanted people to be productive and have a good life.
A soft
knock came at his office door a few hours later. Abdul walked in without waiting for
permission, having been ordered by Jaffa
to come and pry him away from his work for the rest of the day if necessary. He loved Jaffa and the rest of his sisters,
but he only knew a few of them. Most of
his sisters were far older than him and when he had been growing up only eight
of them had been around the house.
“Master
Quatre,” Abdul said standing just inside his office. “It’s tto gto go now.”
“Just a few
more minutes,” He mumbled under his breath as he scanned the paper before him.
“Master
Quatre, there is a Mr. Marks waiting for you at your home,” Abdul continued. “He says that he is an orienriend of yours
and that you were expecting him.”
‘Marks,’
Quatre thought frantically going through his memorized list of names. ‘I don’t know any Marks, unless –’
“Oh yes,”
Quatre stood with a smile closing the folders and stacking them on his desk. “Mr. Marks.
I remember now. How soon until we
arrive home Abdul?”
“Fifteen
minutes,” Abdul calculated after a quick glance at the clock.
Quatre
nodded and grabbed his jacket from the coat rack. He unrolled his sleeves and smoothed out the
wrinkles before slipping into the dark blue jacket. He buttoned a single button and walked out of
his office, followed by Abdul.
His clothes
were all tailored specifically to him.
Every stitch was carefully planned and the styles were elegant and
unique. It seemed so long ago since he
had worn regular clothing, even though it was only a month ago at most. It would be good elaxelax later on if he had
the chance.
Abdul drove
Quatre back to the house, Rashid sitting up front as the designated bodyguard
should anything happen. Even after the
end of the first war the Maguanacs had refused to
leave his service so he kept them on as drivers, mechanics, assistants and
bodyguards. '> They still maintained their
old base in the desert where most of the families lived. Quatre found it a true expression of loyalty
that they were willing to stay on but as Rashid had told him, even without pay
they would stay with him, he was their leader now. After that there were no further arguments
about getting them to leave his service.
They pulled
into the circular driveway stopping right in front of the stairs. Quatre hopped out of the car and was up the
stairs before Rashid for once. He opened
his own door and walked in through the hallway to his study where he knew Mr.
Marks would be waiting for him.
“Hello
Quatre,” His voice came from the corner.
“Come in and close the door.”
Without
protest he followed Marks’ orders.
“Duo?” Quatre smiled as he flung off his jacket. “Mr. Marks isn’ry ory original.”
“I was
going for believable,” Duo shrugged stepping out of the corner. “And its Shinigami now, but when we’re alone
you can call me Duo.”
“Une has
hired an old aide of hers, Lt. Anders,” Duo went on. “He’s trustworthy and good. Zechs is having some minor problems with Noin. And I went and
saw Hilde, she’s with us. So far things
seem pretty stable but I haven’t gotten any word yet on the new colony
outposts.”
“I expected
as much with the newer ones,” Quatre ran a hand through his blond locks. “There aren’t many people living there yet
and the communications and shuttle paths are still being worked out.”
Duo merely
nodded his agreement. Quatre took the
time to study his friend a little more closely.
He could see the sharp edges of Duo’s face even more clearly than
before, his eyes were bright but dark.
Mentally he chastised himself for allowing a friend to take on his job,
allowing another to sacrifice themselves for the greater good.
“Don’t
sweat it Q-man,” Duo shook his head, bangs falling slightly into his eyes. “I’m fine.
Besides I would have done this with or without your insistence. At least this way a better tactician gets to
see the pieces and put them together.”
Duo stood
and his long black trench coat swirled briefly around his legs. For the first time Quatre really took in
Duo’s clothing. It was expensive
looking, tailored and obviously not something a destitute person would be
wearing. Still his clothing appeared to be on the outside no different than
anything else that a poor teenage boy would wear after working hard for
it. Duo always did have the flair for
blending in with his surroundings better than anyone else he knew.
“Just be
careful,” Quatre finally spoke.
Duo
nodded. He stood after a few moments of
silence with a half smile on his face.
Quatre would not look at him right away and Duo sensed that the blond
Arabian was taking his self-imposed transformation to heart.
“See you
around Quatre,” Duo said moving to an open window. “And I’ll be careful, always am.”
Quatre
looked out of the corner of his eye and watched as Duo slipped out through the
window. He sighed and stood after a few
more minutes, shutting and locking Duo’s escape route. He should have known better than to ask him
to live in his past but they all had to confront their roots eventually.
“Master
Quatre?” Rashid said from the doorway.
“Your press conference is being aired now. Abdul is taping it for you to study later.”
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