A Hero's Journey -- Part 24 -

In the dim light of the control room, he could barely make out the keys of the computer before him. If he had been a usual technician, the situation would have been problematic at best. However, with his training, his hands moved with precise silence.

Although he had only been there a short time, Trowa was still frustrated with how little he actually knew about the organization. Even with his clearance as a high-level technical supervisor, he was still sequestered to the lower equipment rooms. Yet, he knew whoever was running the show knew what they were doing, especially to keep an outfit this large from the notice of the Preventers.

As he scanned the screens of information, he mentally noted the growing array of armaments the group had acquired. Clearly they were preparing to strike, but he couldn’t get any specific information on an upcoming attack. With a frown of frustration, he backtracked out of the system, covering his tracks. No one would ever know he had been there, even if they ever bothered to look.

* * * * *

Dorothy Catalonia absent-mindedly took notes as the superior officers droned on and on about possible improvements for the organization. When she had been approached by one of the Silver Crescent operatives over three years ago, Dorothy had felt her old excitement and energy come alive again. She had jumped at the chance to be a part of a new force to change the world.

Now, however, she was merely a glorified secretary for aging generals thirsting for a chance for old glories. Slowly, over the years of her affiliation with the organization, the Silver Crescent had transformed into Blood Moon. Even in her low-lying position, Dorothy knew that the betterment of mankind was no longer the group’s main objective as more and more of the resources were tagged for armaments and military training.

As they passed one of the main control rooms, she noticed a technician leaving what should have been a vacant room. She was about to voice her observation to the officers when she suddenly recognized the spiky brown hair and the vivid green eyes of the technician. He walked casually down the hall away from her, seemingly unaware of her presence.

‘So Mr. Winner is taking my warnings seriously,’ she mused, a slight, smug smile gracing her lips. ‘Too bad he sent his circus friend instead of coming personally.’

“Ms. Catalonia!”

Dorothy blinked as she faced the now red-faced general. “Sir?”

“I was just remarking how an extra half hour of training for the regular recruits would be greatly beneficial to our cause,” the general stated. “Please make a note.”

Dorothy jotted the idea on her notepad. “An excellent idea, sir.”

“Thank you, Ms. Catalonia. Now, regarding the recruits’ rations, I have several changes to make.”

Forcing herself to remain attentive, she followed the arguing men down the corridor.


Part XXIV In the dim light of the control room, he could barely make out the keys of the computer before him. If he had been a usual technician, the situation would have been problematic at best. However, with his training, his hands moved with precise silence. Although he had only been there a short time, Trowa was still frustrated with how little he actually knew about the organization. Even with his clearance as a high-level technical supervisor, he was still sequestered to the lower equipment rooms. Yet, he knew whoever was running the show knew what they were doing, especially to keep an outfit this large from the notice of the Preventers. As he scanned the screens of information, he mentally noted the growing array of armaments the group had acquired. Clearly they were preparing to strike, but he couldn’t get any specific information on an upcoming attack. With a frown of frustration, he backtracked out of the system, covering his tracks. No one would ever know he had been there, even if they ever bothered to look. * * * * * Dorothy Catalonia absent-mindedly took notes as the superior officers droned on and on about possible improvements for the organization. When she had been approached by one of the Silver Crescent operatives over three years ago, Dorothy had felt her old excitement and energy come alive again. She had jumped at the chance to be a part of a new force to change the world. Now, however, she was merely a glorified secretary for aging generals thirsting for a chance for old glories. Slowly, over the years of her affiliation with the organization, the Silver Crescent had transformed into Blood Moon. Even in her low-lying position, Dorothy knew that the betterment of mankind was no longer the group’s main objective as more and more of the resources were tagged for armaments and military training. As they passed one of the main control rooms, she noticed a technician leaving what should have been a vacant room. She was about to voice her observation to the officers when she suddenly recognized the spiky brown hair and the vivid green eyes of the technician. He walked casually down the hall away from her, seemingly unaware of her presence. ‘So Mr. Winner is taking my warnings seriously,’ she mused, a slight, smug smile gracing her lips. ‘Too bad he sent his circus friend instead of coming personally.’ “Ms. Catalonia!” Dorothy blinked as she faced the now red-faced general. “Sir?” “I was just remarking how an extra half hour of training for the regular recruits would be greatly beneficial to our cause,” the general stated. “Please make a note.” Dorothy jotted the idea on her notepad. “An excellent idea, sir.” “Thank you, Ms. Catalonia. Now, regarding the recruits’ rations, I have several changes to make.” Forcing herself to remain attentive, she followed the arguing men down the corridor.


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