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Part XXXV “We shouldn’t have left her!” Miliardo bellowed, slamming his fist against the table. “We should have protected her instead of going on that wild goose chase!”
“If you want to blame anyone here, Zechs, blame me,” Noin said. “I was the one that let her get captured.” He studied his wife, debating on how to respond. Noin didn’t back down and merely waited. The tension in the room heightened further. “Casting blame isn’t going to help,” Quatre stated. “We have to focus on finding Relena and the threat of this new faction.” The Arabian’s words brought the group back to order. It also subdued the atmosphere, although the tension remained. Keeping his arms crossed, Heero glanced over at Quatre. “Any word from Barton?” he asked. “Just a brief message,” Quatre replied. “Something happening at the base he’s infiltrated. He couldn’t relay much because he feared being caught.” “Could that organization be responsible for Relena’s kidnapping?” Noin asked. The Arabian shrugged. “They could be, but several other groups could be as well. We just don’t have any solid evidence.” “Jesus, this just keeps getting better,” Duo groaned. “So, what do we exactly know?” “Nothing,” Heero said. “So what do we do?” Hilde asked. “How can we help Relena?” Quatre sighed. “I’m definitely opened to suggestions.” The room fell into silence. |
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