Cassandra was sitting on the couch looking very curious as to what was going to be talked about. Trowa had never interrogated an eight year old before; maybe bribing her with hot chocolate would accomplish something. Cassandra took the hot chocolate and gratefully sipped some. She smiled at Trowa, but it wasn’t an innocent smile of thanks. Trowa saw that this girl knew he was trying to bribe her. "Mr. Trowa, I’ll be happy to answer any of your questions. Think of as many as you can, really."

Trowa arched an eyebrow as he sipped some of his own hot chocolate. "Are you sure you’ll know some of the answers?"

Cassandra sat up and preened a little bit. "I am one of MIND’s most advanced students. They tell me everything."

"Fine then," Trowa nodded. "We’ll get started. Are Mishii and Moiya planning to rebuild a gundam?"

"Not a gundam, silly, six gundams. Wing Zero, Deathsycthe Hell, Heavyarms, Sandrock, Altron and Epyon. I was scheduled to pilot Epyon and was recieveing the basic training before I ran away."

"Why are they rebuilding the gundams?"

"Oh, that’s easy. Gundams, or any mobile suit at all, can’t be piloted by someone who doesn’t have telekinesis. Moiya says that there can be great research achieved by rebuilding the gundams, so that we can use them to advance our powers to completely new levels."

Trowa blinked. "That’s the only reason?"

"Well that and the fact that there’s gonna be some sort of big war in the future. But that’s no problem, we can win it really easy."

Trowa nodded. "So the research is more important to your organization?"

"I suppose so. We’ve installed advanced prototypes of the ZERO system onto all of the gundams so that we can chart exactly how a pilot’s mind works when she…or he I suppose…flies the suit. It’s all a lot of fun."

"Do they have any idea of the magnitude of conflict they’re going to bring up by doing this?"

"Well," Cassie slurped some whipped cream, "Mishii’s told me that there is no way to avoid conflict with this project. Ya know the big war that you guys fought in? Well it was fought all by telekinetics. All of our people died for you normal people, and I think the world deserves to know about it."

"You think, or do you superiors think for you?"

Cassandra’s onyx eyes flashed. "I think. And very strongly about it too, the world needs to know what my people have done for them, and that’s all there is to it. Mishii actually didn’t want to go public but Moiya and I convinced her."

"Okay," Trowa sighed, figuring that it was time for a subject change. "How about telekinesis? How does it work?"

"Hard to explain," Cassandra commented through a swallow. "Certain people’s minds are built to work well naturally with the world around them. It’s all science, not magic or any of the other inane things people have called it."

"Okay, but that’s still not explaining it. Some of the stuff defies the laws of physics and-"

Cassandra placed her cup of coca down on the table. She closed her eyes and held out her hand. She motioned upward a little and the mug rose up about two feet; she did the same downward and the mug dropped. "You don’t need to use your hand, I was just doing it to demonstrate. Making things float is just a little of what we can actually do, it gets a lot harder from there. I’ve been able to make things float from birth. Eventually you can get that particular ability so precise that you can do things like stop bullets from being shot at you. Mr. Trowa, I’m afraid you couldn’t kill me with a gun no matter how hard you tried."

Trowa blinked again. This was getting hard to believe, even for him. "That’s a bit far fetched, isn’t it?"

"You don’t believe me?" Cassandra giggled. "Well then get Mr. Heero in here with his gun and fire it at me. I don’t care from where, I’ve trained extensively in this sort of thing."

Trowa stared at the little girl blankly as she giggled and decided that maybe getting Heero was a good idea. Trowa got up and went into one of the bedrooms; Heero was on the bed reading something on his laptop. He looked up, a little surprised. "Did she tell you anything?"

"Only all of the same stuff on the disk."

"So that’s two matching accounts, I think this info is real."

"The info might be real but we’re going to try a definite test," Trowa shut Heero’s laptop. "I need your assistance for a second."

"Doing what?" Heero didn’t mask his annoyance.

"Just come," Trowa disappeared back out into the main room.

Cassandra threw a pillow at Heero as he walked into the room. He glared at her, only prompting the little girl to laugh at him more. Heero rolled his eyes and turned to Trowa. "This had better be important."

"Oh it is," Cassandra hopped up off the couch and stood in the center of the room. "Mr. Heero, are you armed?"

"What? Um…of course, why wouldn’t I be?"

"Well then shoot me."

"What?!"

Trowa decided to explain. "Cassie says that with her telekinesis she can stop a bullet."

Heero arched an eyebrow. "Oh really…"

Trowa turned to the girl. "This is the last time you get to say whether you’re bluffing or not."

Cassandra glared sourly. "I’m not kidding, if I die it’s not your fault. If I die than I’m so horribly out of practice that I deserved it anyway. Now just shoot the damn thing."

"That wasn’t becoming language for someone your age."

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Please aim and fire the gun so I can show you, Mr. Heero."

Heero shrugged and nodded. He took out the gun he always carried from his back pocket and cocked it with a click. Carefully he aimed it at Cassandra. "I’m aiming for your forehead, do you need to know that?"

"No," Cassandra stuck out her tongue. "No one at MIND is nice enough to tell me that. Just do it please," she shut her eyes to concentrate.

Heero shrugged once more and fired. The shot rang through the hotel and alerted everyone in the suite. The other pilots came running outside into the main room just in time to see Cassandra prove herself right. In a flash the bullet was visible, it slowed rapidly and came to a complete stop a few inches in front of the short little girl. Still with her eyes closed she reached up around her face, found the bullet, and pulled it out of mid air to show the boys. Heero stood speechless.

"Now do you believe me? The people trained to pilot the gundams are trained to stop a bullet from a gun fired right up against their forehead. Epyon’s handling systems are especially harsh so I was picked because I could stop a bullet in millimeters before the gundams were even thought of. I’m afraid you just don’t know what you’re going up against Mr. Heero."

Duo struggled to form a sentence. "Cassie? What’s going on?"

"We pilots are idiots," Wufei went up to his sister. "As much as I don’t like to admit it the little onna is right. We’re certainly not going to beat MIND in that perspective."

"Wufei," Quatre asked slowly. "If your sister’s trained in this sort of thing, than I can imagine that you might have too-"

Wufei glared at him. "I can’t tell you anything about it. Very dishonorable, the Long clan has been allies with MIND far before even the colonies existed. I honor all of my loyalties, though I can’t say the same for this baka."

Cassandra stuck her tongue out at Wufei. "You’re just a sore loser ‘cause they didn’t pick you to fly Altron."

"In fact," Wufei let his glare sweep the room before letting it rest on his little sister. "I was offered the position but turned them down. I fought my war already."

"Yeah, well it’s my turn. And brother, I am going to be an even better pilot than you."

"We’ll see."

"We sure will."