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CHAPTER TEN

" What do we know about her? " Sally Po asked, leaning back against a desk with her arms crossed.

After their apprehension of their would be assassin, the five pilots had brought her to the Preventor base in Berlin. She was unconcious, and likely would be for some time, from Heero's blow. They had found her backpack discarded in the bleachers and found nothing in it but for extra ammo and a small handgun. The rifle she had dropped was also taken in for further examination. It was obvious she had known what she was doing, and that she was a professional of considerable skill. Upon their arrival at the base, they began running her image through every database and information system they had access to.

" Nothing, nothing and nothing, " Duo said from where he sat before the computer terminal, Quatre and Heero standing beside him. They were tracking the data checks. " As far as anyone is concerned, she doesn't exist. "

Sally walked to a large window that served as a two way mirror to a room on the other side. The assassin lay crumpled on a bed there. Trowa stood at the window as well, silent. Wufei, sitting in an office chair by the desk Sally had been, said grimly, " So we have an assassin, with a contract on our lives, and no information on who she is or who she works for? "

" I think we know who she works for, " Heero said.

Quatre nodded his agreement, " Those rumors Relena had about dissension in the Coalition and the ESUN; I think we'll find our culprit there. "

" But what, " Wufei asked, " Do we do with her? " He indicated the assassin with a nod of his chin.

" Keep her here. Interrogate her. " Sally said.

Heero shook his head, " She won't tell you anything. She's been trained for situations like this. "

Duo, clacking away at the keyboard, said, " Well, I can't find anything on her at all. No age, no known family, no connections with anyone...not even a name. "

" She has a name, " Trowa said suddenly. Everyone looked at him, but he continued gazing through the window.

" Trowa, " Duo sighed, " There's no name that I can find in here - "

" She has a name, " Trowa interrupted him, turning to face them. " Her name is Middie Une. "