She just shook her head when he woke, commenting on how she hadn't slept. She also decided to let him think that. How could he know that she had gone two days without sleep at times, to fix a Gundam? How could he know, that she had survived the wilderness sleeping two hours here and an hour there? She was as much a campaigner as he was.

I figured you'd want to be fully awake to see the ambassador.

Silently, she added, There will be enough people trying to see Gabe as it is. As they landed, she said nothing, wondering how they could celebrate on the brink of war. Then, her father's words floated across her mind. Even in the midst of disaster, celebrate! If you are alive to do so, celebrate! It is important to remember what you are fighting to live for. She smiled then, her heart warming up to this courageous country.

Despite her lack of sleep, when it was time to exit the plane, Miyumi lifted her bag with her usual ease and grace. Unlike earlier, when she had been fully rested, she didn't stumble at all getting out of the plane, walking through the airport, getting into the car. No one noticed her hold her breath as their bags were scanned on the way out, into the country. The way her katana had been packed, it didn't show up on the scanners. She almost smiled to herself at that, but turned it into a smile for the woman who handed the bags back.

As they got to the hotel, she hoped that he wouldn't question her about her surety in knowing it wasn't General Sin. To take her mind off the nerves, as soon as he was gone she checked her entire room for bugs. Finding five, she grinned to herself and wondered if she should check his. Then, she checked the angle of the obvious security camera. As to be expected, it was angled to see those coming into and out of the room. She knelt on the floor and plugged her computer into the wall.

Fred, I'd like to get the rest of this nervous energy out. Fool the camera for me. A view of the cameras in the room came on-screen. Sure enough, there was at least one she hadn't found. She'd leave that in place, to make them think they were secure. The camera showed the top of her head as she sat. If she had placed the computer on the desk, as expected, they would see every word. She turned it around, and got up. The camera still showed her head there, occasionally moving. Grinning, she started moving her furniture. Once she had an area cleared, she brought out her katana and made a full circle. Perfect. I'll do the ones for tight-spaces, then shower and sleep. Grim will probably be awhile at the hospital. Hmmm, if he gives me eight hours, I'll get four... that will be plenty. Then she thought of something. She walked over, and gave Fred another order- mask the hospital room. She grinned to herself; now they need not worry about anyone spying their conversation. She figured in Sera's state, she may not think of doing that. Finally, taking a proper stance, she began.

OOC: News Report telling info to The Council and what nots

Breaking news, from our brethren in The Asteroids
we now go live to Dr Hillary Bush, with the Late breaking news

There would be a tired looking woman on the podium, and as she looked at the reporters, she noticed several strange press badges. There were reporters from the Earth, it seemed, as well as reporters from the former General Sin controlled government. She looked at the crowd, regaining her composure, and started to speak.
Hello People of the Solar System. I am Dr. Hillary Bush, and I am here with a news report from the United Asteroid Colonies. After much debate and diplomatic talks with the government of the colonies, we have decided to align with them. The Earth's attack on General Sin, Using a Gundam, one of the forbidden weapons of the War, is an act which could destroy the peaceful state of the entire solar system!

She would plant a fist on the podium as she said that, her motion carefully coordinated with the speech

Now that we are aligning with the colonies, we will start a campaign of monitoring the Earth from orbit. Any shipments of weapons, or unusual material will be reported to the Colonies. We will, in fact, send a team of our own recently re-discovered OZ Mobile Suits to help the Colonies with their war of pacification. Any resistance will be met, with force. We do not want to have to use our weapons of mass destruction on the Earth, but the use of the Gundam may force our hand. Thank you for listening, and I will now take questions from the press.

Now then, there would be many questions asked to the good Doctor, and this was going to be a complex socialistic situation.

OOC: If you want you could RP as reporters, if you wish

The day passed though no sign of that penetrated the curtained windows of Grim's room. For some time he sat beside the laptop with the news ringing in his ears. Eventually he slammed the unit shut and slumped back onto the bed.

He became aware of the sound of knocking on the partition door between his and Miyumi's rooms. For a moment he considered saying nothing, hoping she would go away but he knew there were things they needed to discuss. Without rising he called out.

"Come in, the door's not locked."

Even as she entered he didn't move, remaining lying across the bed. Not caring for once the image he was giving off, what impression she would gain from his attitude of dissolution.

"How is she?"Miyumi asked.

Grim rose slowly to sit on the edge of the bed."We didn't talk, I left them together. She looked tired but why wouldn't she. It's a stressful time for her."

"I had Fred make sure they have complete privacy. Whatever was so important, no one will know unless one of them tells."

"That was good of you, I didn't think of it. And there was really no time."Grim turned away looking towards the window.

"I'm just paranoid like that, I guess." There strange note in her voice, which Grim was not listening to closely enough to identify.

He paused for a while before he spoke; he had things on his mind, other than the questions he needed to ask Miyumi. "Is there anything that you need to tell me?"His voice was dull, as if he didn't want to ask. She shook her head. "No, I just wanted to make sure you didn't need me for anything."

He nodded slowly, "Are you sure, nothing about history that may be relevant to our current position?"

She sighed, and holding her head. "Before I joined }{G, I used to work for General Sin. I was directly under him, so I came into contact with him quite often. That's how I knew."

"I see, that makes sense. I had hoped it might be something less circumstantial, some hard evidence we could use. I knew he had manipulated Earth that just proves it to me." Suddenly he rose angrily and stormed across the room. "What the hell are we to do Sinful is determined to destroy Earth and as far as I can see he will go to any lengths to ensure we are all dead. What are we to do?" The questions were rhetorical he didn't expect Miyumi to be able to answer them any more than he could. He just needed to frame them, to express his frustration.

"He is a fanatic. He hates Earth with a passion, believing that those born on Earth are responsible for all that is wrong in the world, and that in order to achieve the perfect world all humans on Earth must be destroyed until only the "pure" ones from the colonies remain." She paused for a moment before going on hesitantly.
"I..." She looks away, at the floor. "I used to believe that too."

"I used to believe it was all right to fight for people simply because they paid me. To kill other people because they hadn't. People change, they grow. And there are plenty of people on Earth who live otherwise blameless lives and yet wish all Colonists dead. It's not right either way I have chosen to try and persuade each side that they are wrong. A thankless task that may never finish."

"The colonies are the product of Earth. And those of us born on the colonies are descended from Earth. Until both sides accept that, and accept that anything from Earth is in the colonies, and anything in the colonies is from Earth, neither will give up trying to destroy the other."

"You are right, not only that the symbiosis between the two is so close that neither can last without the resources of the other."Grim looked over to where Miyumi was sitting. "Thank you for being honest, for telling me."

She looked directly into his eyes. "Thank you for not holding it against me."

"How could I, you have worked as hard as any of us over the last months, no one's past should be allowed to rule them, if they choose to leave it behind. You deserve the chance to go forward un-judged least of all by me."

There was a knock on her door, and she smiled as she rose. "That would be the food I ordered."

"Okay you go and enjoy it, we will talk later. Thanks."

She nodded, and left his room, closing her side of the two doors. He watched her leave and when she had closed her door he went and closed his too. It had been an interesting conversation, he had not expected to learn what he had, it was also not what he had hoped for but it was something to work from.

Unable to tolerate the silence that had settle betweeen them after a long moment she spoke again. It was good to be with him to be his wife and what happened in Washington seemed far away at least for the NOW.

When you get out of here you are going to have to let me take you out.

Before you do the very thing that I fear you are going to do She thought to herself. She forced the thought away it was a time to celebrate. For a brief moment before their world erupted again they were man and wife and very much in love.

She leaned forward and kissed him gently.

I am going to miss you terribly, so much more than I ever have before. Her mind racing forward into an inevitable future, that she did not want to face. If there was ever a moment for her to buck duty it was now, if only for a morning, or a day.

The cab pulls up to the same old hotel that Svetlana stayed at five years ago. She pays the driver and with a toss of her long black hair, she walks into the hotel. With a quick glance she sees that the dusty, dingy place still has not changed. She walks up to the huge desk and the same little old lady pops out before she can even ring the little bell. The old lady smiles as she looks Svetlana up and down, her eyes lingering on her face for a minute. She holds up an old bony finger, turns around and waddles over to a wall full of keys. She comes back and hands Svetlana a key. With a cackle, she disapears behind the door again. Svetlana just stood there amazed and then looks down at the key and blinks. It is the same room number she had before. She looks up from the key and stares at the door the little old lady disappeared behind.

She thinks to herself

"The old broad is smarter then I think anyone takes her for."

With a shake of her head and chuckle, she takes the lift up to her room.

She unlocks the door to her room, and as the door slowly opens she sees the same threadbare sheets and ugly, dirty carpet as before. With a bemused smile, she walks into the room and stands by the bed. She turns slowly to do a survey of the room and notices something very odd. A semi familiar looking suitcase sits next to scarred and battered dresser. With a thoughtful frown she walks around the bed and past the dresser into the bathroom. Her nose wrinkles at the assault of a dank, and unclean room. The smell is so bad that her eyes began to water. Wiping away the tears she notices something familiar sitting on the counter. Her makeup bag. She quickly grabs it and runs out of the bathroom and over to a window that she immediately opens. Taking in gulps of fresh air she wipes away the dusty film covering the makeup bag. She checks over the contents of the bag and except for a few items, the majority of it is useable. With a grin she walks over to the suitcase and tosses it on the bed. As the suitcase lands a cloud of dust fills the air. Coughing, she opens the suitcase and sure enough everything was still there. Fingering the inside of the suitcase, her finger brushes over a small bump and a hidden compartment opens. With a laugh she pulls out the .45. She looks it over carefully and sees that everything is perfectly fine. With a loving caress, she puts the gun back in it's place and closes the compartment. She closes the suitcase and sits down on the bed with a sigh. She gazes at the suitcase and then looks around the room again, her eyebrows knit in concentration.

""I'm missing something.""

She says to herself.

She slides off the bed onto her hands and knees and pulls up the dust ruffle. She lays her head on the floor and looking under the bed, she sees nothing but dust. Sighing she stands up and shakes her head. Her mind turning over the fact that her laptop case is missing. Everything else was untouched and even though she didn't expect any of it to still be here, the fact that it was, was suprising and her laptop should have been here.

""Five long years..."" She whispers.