A Hero's Journey-- Part 11

Heero felt her eyes follow him as he proceeded to his seat. He fought the urge to glance at her as he stowed his bag under the seat before he sat down. If things were going to work, she couldn’t be aware of his presence.

He opened the newspaper he had bought in the airport. With one eye on the Vice Foreign Minister, he scanned the article on the conference and the crisis that had prompted it. The author painted a clear picture of the two fledgling nations arguing over a newly discovered ore deposit, which happened to be located in a previously disputed province.

Greed was now fueling old distrusts and hatreds. Negotiations between the nations were failing, and both were calling on their allies for promised support if conflict erupted. Many viewed this conference has the last chance for a peaceful resolution.

With so much hostility surrounding the crisis and the importance of this conference, Heero marveled as to why Miliardo had allowed Relena to travel with so little protection.

He watched her over the top of the newspaper. She was back into her business clothes, dressed today in a green skirt and matching jacket. Her honey brown hair was pulled into a simple twist, a few tendrils escaping to frame her face.

She seemed so different from the Relena that had been in Quatre’s office earlier this morning. She had appeared so innocent and vulnerable. Now, in her Vice Minister persona, she was strictly professional. There was definitely more to her now that what Heero remembered.

‘What did you expect?’ a part of his mind asked him. ‘It’s been over seven years since the last time you saw her in person. Of course, she’s matured.’

‘Indeed, she has,’ he thought, turning to a new page in the newspaper. Heero was having problems getting the vision of her in the guest room out of his mind, especially as he tried to go to sleep. What was it about her that was so bewitching?

At a lost for an answer, he began to familiarize himself with the information he had gathered about the conference. Relena was schedule to speak a few hours after the flight touched down. It didn’t give him a lot of time to set everything up, but it would be enough. It had to be.


Part XI Heero felt her eyes follow him as he proceeded to his seat. He fought the urge to glance at her as he stowed his bag under the seat before he sat down. If things were going to work, she couldn’t be aware of his presence. He opened the newspaper he had bought in the airport. With one eye on the Vice Foreign Minister, he scanned the article on the conference and the crisis that had prompted it. The author painted a clear picture of the two fledgling nations arguing over a newly discovered ore deposit, which happened to be located in a previously disputed province. Greed was now fueling old distrusts and hatreds. Negotiations between the nations were failing, and both were calling on their allies for promised support if conflict erupted. Many viewed this conference has the last chance for a peaceful resolution. With so much hostility surrounding the crisis and the importance of this conference, Heero marveled as to why Miliardo had allowed Relena to travel with so little protection. He watched her over the top of the newspaper. She was back into her business clothes, dressed today in a green skirt and matching jacket. Her honey brown hair was pulled into a simple twist, a few tendrils escaping to frame her face. She seemed so different from the Relena that had been in Quatre’s office earlier this morning. She had appeared so innocent and vulnerable. Now, in her Vice Minister persona, she was strictly professional. There was definitely more to her now that what Heero remembered. ‘What did you expect?’ a part of his mind asked him. ‘It’s been over seven years since the last time you saw her in person. Of course, she’s matured.’ ‘Indeed, she has,’ he thought, turning to a new page in the newspaper. Heero was having problems getting the vision of her in the guest room out of his mind, especially as he tried to go to sleep. What was it about her that was so bewitching? At a lost for an answer, he began to familiarize himself with the information he had gathered about the conference. Relena was schedule to speak a few hours after the flight touched down. It didn’t give him a lot of time to set everything up, but it would be enough. It had to be.


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