A Hero's Journey -- Part 12 --

Quatre frowned as he read the information on the screen in front of him. Hours earlier he had driven Relena to the airport, after her adamant refusal to allow to arrange her trip to the conference. When he realized that she was taken a regular commercial flight, he was tempted to accompany her himself until he saw a familiar face among the other passengers.

“Be careful,” he had told her as she had prepared to board the flight.

“I will,” she had replied, noting the concern in his eyes.

Now, reading the available information on the crisis, he wondered if Relena was going to be enough. The two countries involved, the Republic of Ternon and the United Provinces of Levque, had a bitter history. Representatives from both countries were accusing their counterparts of numerous crimes and other misdealings.

But what had Quatre even more concerned was the fact that other nations were choosing sides and offering support, particularly if an armed conflict ensued. Shaking his head, the Arabian rubbed his eyes wearily.

“How quickly people forget,” he murmured, his mind replaying vivid memories of the Eve’s War.

He hoped that he and the others would not see another battle in their lifetimes. However, if Relena and the conference failed, they might have to fight again. A beep sounded from the computer, interrupting his thoughts. Curious about who it could be from, he sat up and quickly pulled up the message.

His brows furrowed as the sender appeared on the screen. Despite his adjustments to the resolution, he couldn’t get a clear image of the person. However, as the message played, he froze.

He played it three times, not believing the dire warnings. “Why now?” he asked out loud. Then, he grabbed the phone. He had to warn the others.


Part XII Quatre frowned as he read the information on the screen in front of him. Hours earlier he had driven Relena to the airport, after her adamant refusal to allow to arrange her trip to the conference. When he realized that she was taken a regular commercial flight, he was tempted to accompany her himself until he saw a familiar face among the other passengers. “Be careful,” he had told her as she had prepared to board the flight. “I will,” she had replied, noting the concern in his eyes. Now, reading the available information on the crisis, he wondered if Relena was going to be enough. The two countries involved, the Republic of Ternon and the United Provinces of Levque, had a bitter history. Representatives from both countries were accusing their counterparts of numerous crimes and other misdealings. But what had Quatre even more concerned was the fact that other nations were choosing sides and offering support, particularly if an armed conflict ensued. Shaking his head, the Arabian rubbed his eyes wearily. “How quickly people forget,” he murmured, his mind replaying vivid memories of the Eve’s War. He hoped that he and the others would not see another battle in their lifetimes. However, if Relena and the conference failed, they might have to fight again. A beep sounded from the computer, interrupting his thoughts. Curious about who it could be from, he sat up and quickly pulled up the message. His brows furrowed as the sender appeared on the screen. Despite his adjustments to the resolution, he couldn’t get a clear image of the person. However, as the message played, he froze. He played it three times, not believing the dire warnings. “Why now?” he asked out loud. Then, he grabbed the phone. He had to warn the others.


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