บท 71: Her Anger Sometimes
What?! "Hang on, who? Zechs?" No way. "Nobody messed with Zeches."
Martha didn't look convinced as she wrote his name down. "Who was he close to in the war that was female?"
"You mean Noin? She's not pregnant and they could have gotten her at any time." She wasn't being safe at all. "He's Relena's brother."
"Doubling the pain. Actually, she might be the price for Heero and Zechs. She wants Relena to suffer so badly, she could hit what she wants much harder with that excuse. Revenge of two pilots." She looked at in her notes. "This is not what she envisioned though, she is failing. Superior isn't someone who will accept failure. This is bad."
"Nobody knows Superior," Duo pointed out. "Not even Crystalia. What do you know about her?"
Martha paused. "She had so much hatred in her heart. I saw it when she first befriended me. I needed a place to stay or I was going to die. I didn't want to trust easily though, so she had to tell me about herself in order to make me come. I also made her promise that no one would know about me."
Like son, like mother, not so easy to convince. "What did she tell you?"
"She didn't know at first if she wanted to just kill herself or not. She had soo much anger in her, it was thriving in her very eyes. She said killing herself felt like she was trapping her spirit on this plane forever, that she would never be able to rest until she took her own justice."
"It was something to do with Heero," Duo said to her. "What was it?"
"He killed her little girl," she answered. "They lived next to a mobile suit factory he blew up."
"Oh. Poor kid. Mom's insane though, that was an accident, I'm sure of it." Killing someone off the field probably even hurt Heero if he knew about it. Striking down an innocent kid? Geez. "No reason to seek revenge to another innocent person. They don't get more peaceful than Relena Dorlain."
"She doesn't care about that," Martha warned him, but, she didn't look so good. "She just wanted someone else to feel her pain and she couldn't find a way to release it. The way she dressed and acted though, she had a lot of money. People with money can get things . . ."
"Hey?" Duo poked her. "You okay?" Shit. "You need a doctor?" Aw shit! "Okay, okay, I'll get you to a doctor." He'd have to put the search on hold. He called Wufei. "Wufei, I think RTL got to your mom anyhow. She might be dying."
"Let me talk! Is she there?!"
Duo gave her the phone. He didn't have a choice. He'd stop to get her help, but this might be the last time she could talk to her boy. Maybe the revenge against Wufei since his mom wasn't dead was just to . . . end her.
Duo saw a smile on her face as she heard Wufei's voice through the phone. She couldn't speak real well, but she was definitely speaking. "I wasn't allowed. Oh. No shame for you. Hm." She was getting worse. "Did you marry her? Oh. And? Oh, she didn't. Oh. Watch for flowers at Victoria."
Duo watched her body going more limp. He held the phone to her as he was pulling into the nearest hospital. Please, please, please, please, please, please, please, please! He didn't want her to die. He really didn't want her to die.
"Wufei." Strain in her voice. She was going quick. Duo reached the hospital and went inside to get help. By the time he came back with help, he already knew. He still let them take her away, but he had to pick up that phone. "Sorry, but she didn't make it." There was definitely sound over the phone along with concerned voices. At least Quatre's presence would keep him from going off. "I'll stay and find out the facts." No sound now, but he knew he was still there. Revenge of the Lost.
If Duo hadn't killed her, it looked like they had a backup plan, to still make sure there was pain.
He waited in the emergency room for another thirty minutes before he heard the news he already knew. She had been poisoned, apparently by a fatal flower. It was from the same kind of genus as the flower helping Dorothy, but in a highly concentrated dose.
By Duo's bullet, or by poison. They didn't even seem to care, they just wanted her dead. The only one who knew about Superior. Duo looked at the jotted out mess of places she had written down on the memo pad.
The whole organization, the whole planning, the whole cohesive revenge they had wanted was shattered. The way they sloppily put that together just showed how much they didn't have control. This wasn't Revenge of the Lost, this was some run-down second and third chance plan B and C crap to take down an enemy.
This? This was the time to really watch out for them. There was no telling what would happen now that they were losing. If they gave up on pregnancy all together . . .
Superior sat in her seat, sulking. She stared at the papers in front of her.
"Superior?" One of her employees asked as they came closer. "We tried."
"Did you at least get it right?" She could tell from her eyes, she didn't. "Trained for years to get this done. This place always ran so well. These pilots . . . how could they be so much better?"
"Crystalia was . . ." They paused.
"Crystalia was very good at hiding things, physically and emotionally. She knew the right people for the right job. She depended less on money and more on her instinct." Oh, she missed her. "At least the other is out of the way, no matter how it was botched up."
"Duo Maxwell didn't kill her. For some reason, he actually went around and helped her family," they answered. "We don't know if she gave anything else to him."
"No imagination, but these idiots did blow up a colony." She looked straight at her employee, who was also one of those idiots. "Did we find the microchip locator yet?"
"Not yet."
"The sixth?"
"We did get her once, but she does occasionally go to space, so um we haven't paid much attention."
"If Crystalia had stayed, it would have been perfect!" Superior slammed her fist on the desk. Right on the desk.
"I don't think so, Superior," her employee answered honestly. Since Crystalia was gone, this little shrimp became second in charge, meaning she felt brave enough to speak to her. "It was crumbling on her too. This revenge hasn't been planned for years on end. It was just wanted for years on end, but no one ever did it because not enough people agreed we should. You are the one who pushed it the most."
Whatever. She took her gun from her dresser and shot her. Second in command, who cared. She still ended her life on that floor. Congratulations to whoever would be the new second in command. "Disappointing."
Bull. She got up and headed out herself. If it took every ounce of torture, Crystalia was giving up the microchip location device. Those women were hers. As she left, she saw more of her employees. "Clean up the body in the room, and I want the statistics and strategies in the board room in one hour. Every single one of them. Now."
One Hour Later . . .
Superior took the papers in front of her. "Hilde Schbeiker?"
"No success. We have her, but we aren't able to get her pregnant. Even if we did, she'd only be for a little while before Relena gave birth."
Failure. "Dorothy Catalonia?"
"They've been getting her those flowers. It was later, but there is a chance they might have stopped it."
Half-failure. "Wang Mei-Lin?"
"Not pregnant but her colony blew up."
"A mistake, and it doesn't count as revenge," Superior corrected her. "Anything else?" No, everyone shook their heads. Another failure. "Middie Une? The spy. The worst of every single one of these so-called pawns?"
"She is pregnant. Triton Bloom must be watching her real closely. He did stop by the circus finally, and we are tracking his way back. He is moving fast, which will help us find the target. We are already narrowing it down to a small area, and discussion is being held to find the resident the most sheltered."
"I love how you said 'we failed' in the brightest way possible." No, she didn't. Failure! "Relena."
"Gundam pilots are really good at hiding them. She is pregnant though."
"And due in a month." Due in one month. "We don't have the location of a single one yet except Hilde, who isn't even pregnant still, and it's too late to make this all go off together!"
The beautiful revenge. To feel it all. It was gone. There would never be empathetic justice.
"Plan B or Plan C?" One of them asked.
Plan A, she wanted Plan A so badly. Plan A. Plan A. Plan A. Plan A. Plan A.
Ugh. "This didn't make things any better." Her anger sometimes. She put her gun away and passed by all the women she just killed in the board room. How was she going to do this?
How was she going to make them all pay?
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