The Mission

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Warning: The following Fanfic may contain coarse language, violence, sexually suggestive scenes, and some things that some readers may find offensive. Reader discretion is advised.

AN: This is just some thing that I came up with while watching some cousins who were watching clips of "history" in a war video game, I can't remember what its called now, but it was pretty cool. Wow this fan fic is based on a video game.

Enjoy!

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"Duo."

"Yes, Commander." He responded, immediately straitening his back and changing his stance into a more formal one even though his commander , AKA Noin was talking to him over the phone.

"This mission has taken an unexpected turn of events," she said as she stopped pacing behind her desk to look at the files on it, "and has gone on far enough, if you know what I mean, it must be finished. Either kill him and his right hand woman or we take you off this mission and have some one else take your place. I will send some one else in to finish for you in a month. Understood?" she finished as she sat down in her chair.

"Yes it is," he said with a sharp nod. Then he was off to finish the under cover mission that he was assigned a year ago. The world was at war. Most civilians would have never predicted that there would ever be a third world war, but for the people involved in politics and any form of army, they new that it wouldn't be long. Mr. Maxwell's mission was to pretend to defect to the Russian army and make it look and feel real to everyone including the closest of friends family comrades and even people that were in high places of power on his side. Even his mentor, Solo, was not allowed to know what was really going on.

Duo had been trained well by Solo. He had taught him that everything was about the mission and not to let any man or woman to get in his way, taught him to be an excellent actor and liar. Not only had he done all of this but he made sure that he new how to feel, and how to hide those feelings when needed, he had taught Duo all he new and more. He gave him all the tools to carry out a mission with no mistakes or slip ups, and was also a father to Duo. Solo picked him up off the streets and gave him a future. Duo had ideally become exactly what the American army needed and wanted, some one who could follow orders perfectly and go beyond expectations and looked over every variable. A young solder who wasn't recklessly stupid and did what they thought was best, like most young solders new to the army, and he was younger than most new solders.

His job was to trick and kill Treize Khushrenada and his right hand woman, Une, steal their plans and get out alive so that information could be delivered to his commander. Duo knew that Noin couldn't take him out alive when he was this far in. He was up to his neck. So the only thing that he had to fear was his closest friend. Death.

*Time skip. 3 weeks*

"Yes Treize? You wanted to see me sir."

"Yes Mr. Maxwell. I did. I wanted to introduce you to our newest recruit from Japan. Mr. Wing, also known as Zero or Oh-one." Treize said from behind his desk, as he gestured to a young Asian youth with short dark chocolate brown hair. This "new" recruit looked very much like some one, who had lived, breathed, ate, and drank this war. Some one who was definitely the son of a veteran.

Duo looked at the man who Treize had introduced. Automatically he took note of his hair, facial expression, he unconsciously mirrored his stance, approximated his weight, height, and age. He was about his age, 145 to 150 pounds and about an inch or two shorter than him-self so that would make him five-five to five-six-ish.

"Hello Mr. Wing, my name is Duo Maxwell." He said, nodding a greeting instead of offering him a hand to shake. The Asian man doing the same.

"Well, now that you two have met each other. Duo I would like you to show Zero-one the ropes and customs of this organization. And I can assure you that he speaks perfect English and Russian, so there should be no communication problems."

"Yes Commander." Duo said bowing slightly to his Russian commander who was now standing at a window with his back towards all personnel in the room. A small smirk residing on his lips as the two men left the room. 'Stupid Americans' he thought to himself.

"Mr. Wing, as I am to show how everything works around here you will be sharing a bunk with me, you get the top one." Duo said to the silent man. 'not very talkative, very refined, probably an all about the mission kinda guy, strait to the point, we should get along fine.' He thought to him self, 'That is unless you let me talk to him, Mr. Maxwell' Duo whirled around and pulled his gun in one fast and fluid movement, obviously expecting to see some one else in the deserted corridor other than him and Mr. Wing whom his gun was now pointed at. Duo stared at the Asian man in confusion. "Did, you just say something?" he asked, lowering his gun and putting it back in place.

"No," was the only word he got from him that night.

To be Continued

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AN: Hope you enjoyed. Please tell me what you think! any thechnical errors what you thought good or bad. i need feed back!!!! any ways i'll try to get the next chapter up soon but other fics have higher senyority so they may be updated first.

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Ino-chan