Sword Lady: Hey! it's my first fic! Yeah! OK, I don't own any Gundam Wing characters, but any who do not appear in the series are mine. Do not take them. Thanks and have a nice day.
Lost
Chapter One: Old friend
The alliance soldiers stood for inspection. They were all lined up in the garrison. The captain strode down the line looking each one of them in the face. When he got to the last man he froze.
"Where's Private Setter? Who are you?" The soldier looked up and gave an ear to ear grin.
"He's sleeping off a bad lump on the head." With that he pressed the detonation device he had in his hand. The force of the explosion knocked all of the soldiers to the ground. When the Captain got up the mysterious soldier had gone. With all of the smoke all he had seen was the flash of a smile and a long braid wing in front of him. The speakers came on.
"All soldiers to their stations. There has been an unexplained explosion in the mobile suit hanger." The captain looked at the hanger.
"Unexplained my foot..." He ran towards the hanger yelling at his men to get to work.
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Duo Maxwell strode into the hanger on Howard's ship. He looked up at Death Scythe. It loomed over all the other suits docked there. He smiled when he heard Howard trudge into the room.
"So, you're back. What did you blow up this time?" Howard moved over to the gundam. "By the looks of things, you didn't use Death Scythe, so it was on foot, eh? Good old fashioned work fer ya."
"Just the norm. Blow up a few hangers of suits. Sneak in and get info. Leave no evidence of who attacked. Blah, blah, blah, blah. You know the routine." He walked up beside Howard and grinned. Howard just looked at him with no emotion.
"Some one was askin' around in the ports for a guy named Maxwell." Duo's smile disappeared. "The description was exactly like you, Duo. They even had your name. He said you were a survivor of the Maxwell church incident. He said he knew ya." Howard took of his sun glasses and looked Duo in the eye. "He said to tell you that he wanted to talk to ya."
"Where can find this guy?" Duo's face turned towards his Gundam.
"At the Tariff Tander down by the docks. Duo........ I don't think he is here to do anything to you. He just wants to talk to you. Give you some information or something" With that Howard turned and left. There was nothing he could do for the boy right now. This was digging up old bones. Duo had locked away all memories of his past before he became a pilot. It was not going to be good news if someone from his past suddenly came back. Howard shook his head. It was Duo's choice if he was going to see this person, not his.
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A boy around age eighteen stood outside by the Tariff Tander with a hat shielding the top of his face. He didn't bother looking for Duo, he knew he'd only come if he felt like it. With in ten minutes, a guy bumped into him. His long braid falling over his shoulder. Duo stopped.
"You the one who wanted to talk to me?" He eyed the stranger up. There was indeed something familiar about him.
"let's go inside. I have a room upstairs. We need to talk in private." When Duo shrugged he lead the way to room six. Once inside, he took off the coat and hat to look the stunned Duo in the face.
"Tress? Is that you?" Tress smiled. Duo grinned and hugged his old comrade. They had both been orphaned by the revolts on the colony. When they tried to raid the Alliance food stores, they got caught and sent to the Maxwell church. While Duo hadn't adopted, Tress had.
"Long time no see, Duo. It's been such a long time." He invited Duo to sit at the table.
"How did you find me? What's up?" Duo was really happy to see Tress again. They had been best friends before he was adopted. Tress's face grew sober.
"I wish I could say I was here to visit. But I have been hunting you for a few months now. There's something going on that effects you." Duo was puzzled. What could Tress be talking about? And if it was true, why didn't he already know about it?
"There were a total of eight people who came out of the Maxwell incident alive. It was hard to find out who they are but I have all their names." He paused.
"Dude, what does al this have to do with me? There are eight people, I'm one of them, and..."
"And six of the others are dead." Duo's eyes got big. "They weren't natural deaths. Most people don't even know that the deaths are connected. There's someone out there killing off all of the survivors." He looked out of the window. "Duo, you're one of two left. You have to keep your eyes open and look for this killer. There are no patterns in where, when or how they were killed, so be careful." He got up and grabbed a packed suitcase that was by the door. Then he put on his coat and hat.
"Where are you going?"
"I have a life on the colonies. There are a lot of things that were put on hold because of this little trip I took." Tress turned the doorknob and was about to leave when Duo stopped him.
"Why? Why are you telling me this now?" Duo's voice was harsh.
"Because you are the best memory I have since my parents died. And because of the last survivor." Duo took a step back puzzled.
"Who is it?" Duo couldn't think of anyone who survived that would effect him. Tress turned to look him in the eye. His face was very sad.
"You should remember. Even the best detectives can't find her, which mans she should be no trouble for you to find. No one has any connection to her. I think she's been looking for you." He turned and started to walk away. "Go Duo. Look in colony 4260 for your sister. That's the last place that Melody Maxwell was seen." With that Tress turned the corner never to be seen again by the eyes of Duo Maxwell who stood frozen in place.
"Mel..." He whispered in a husky voice. His eyes were wide as he thought of his sister. Yes, his little sister who was reported dead after the raid. He began to walk out of the hotel. How could she be alive? And what has she done the last few years? He suddenly stopped. If the killer was after the survivors, then who was he after now? Himself or Melody? He started run back to the ship at full speed whispering, "Melody, please be OK."
