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A deserted street, St. Petersburg area of the former Russia sector, 196AC (4:00AM)
As the rain came down around him, the boy turned the gun over his hands once more before tucking it away. He absent-mindedly straightened his soaked trench coat. He closed his eyes, immediately regretting the action, which now brought cold soggy jacket in complete contact with his back. He smirked spitefully, sitting hunched in the refuge of the covered stoop.
The boy had been sitting and brooding this way for an hour before the door of the building opened. A second boy appeared in the doorway. He looked relatively unfazed by the cold as he lit a cigarette, wearing a scar with a t-shirt with fingerless gloves.
The first boy scratched his head and offered, "hey."
The second boy ignored the greeting and sat stiffly on the stoop.
The boy in the trench coat teased, "You know, you don't have to wait up for me, buddy."
"I don't."
"It's called sarcasm."
"You're early."
"Says who?"
"I heard you try the door an hour ago/"
"Oh of course you did."
"Why are you early?"
"Because I worked quickly, that a crime, Yuy?"
The boy in the scarf, Yuy, lit another cigarette, "no."
"Two cigarette? I assumed there was a new mission with one, but two means you don't like it?"
"Hn."
"So where are we off to?"
"Check the message yourself," Yuy growled as he stood.
"Heero, you're a bastard."
"You've mentioned that, Maxwell."
"Doesn't make it less true!"
Yuy rubbed his neck and went back inside, and leaning back against the stoop Maxwell groaned.