She was near her breaking point. It was all too much. She felt her legs grown weak under her, and knew she was about to fall and lie upon the ground. Then for certain they would be discovered. The vice foreign minister, collapsed and wet on the street. It would make a good story for the newspaper. She was probably being a little too melodramatic, but she could not help herself.
That was when the gold limousine pulled up beside her, the gull wing door opening.
“Relena, why don’t you get in,” a familiar voice called from within.
I’ll see you tonight Scene 6
