Go In Peace
Chapter One
On the back streets of France, the time to escape was now. Oz had followed them out of the military compound through the small streets of the popular city. The rain began to fall, fast and hard, making it difficult to navigate. They needed to get to Howard's ship before he took off towards the British port, but with all the Oz flunkies on their ass, it wasn't going to be easy.
It came to a four way cut off, the road to the port on the other side directly ahead of them. They had lost the foot soldiers pursuing them. Out of breathe and extremely tired, they gathered in the back street conjugating a plan.
"More than likely, they've figured out where we're going and my guess is that'll try to block off our only way to the port. But we'll take the back road in front of us."
Heero looked back to see if he had lost anyone. Duo scratched his head, but he seemed to get the general gist of what 01 had said.
"Someone should check to see if the coast is clear." Everyone's head turned to look at Duo.
"Fine. But if I die you get to explain it to Hilde."
Cautiously, he stuck his head out into the seemingly deserted street. Suddenly, an array of bullets came from the left side. 02's head shot back in, blood dripping down his cheek.
"This shouldn't be too hard. Who wants to go first?" 05 looked around for volunteers.
"Well, they've already taken one shot at me, this time they won't touch me." Duo sat up and retrieved his gun. Walking down the alley, he seemed to be preparing for something. Then without warning, he ran past them, rolling sideways through the open street and making to safety on the other side.
"I'll go next." Quatre stopped right at the edge of the open way and dashed quickly across. Three quarters to the other side, he tripped and landed in Duo's out stretched arms. The two fell backwards but were still okay. The rain came down heavier.
"Trowa?"
"Of course." Backing up, he gave a small run before going into a cartwheel, back flipping three times and landing next to Quatre after a magnificent back hand spring. He also made sure to stick the gymnastics landing.
"Show off." Duo shook his head.
"You made it better than me. At least you shirts not ripped." It was true. Two bullets had nicked his chest and arm skimming the shirt but missing his skin.
"Their aims getting better!! Hurry up!!!"
Heero and Wufei stared across. 01's watch beeped. Their boat would be leaving in five minuets.
"You go next, Howard should be leaving any minute."
"Fine. See you on the other side." Wufei took a deep breath and took off across the street. Unfortunately, he wasn't as lucky as the others. A bullet caught him just under the rib cage making him collapse to the ground.
"CHANG!!"
Heero didn't care anymore. Dashing he picked up Wufei's limp form and made it to the other side safely. Just then, his watch beeped again. Howard was probably going off port.
"We're stuck here without our Gundams now! What are we going to do?" 04 looked to each pilot as Trowa looked over 05's bullet wound.
"Follow me." Duo whispered.
His expression was serious, an emotion the others did not usually witness outside of his Gundam Suit.
"We have to be quick though. One of you should carry Wufei."
Holding his gun tighter he peered around the port before taking a left. Heero bent down and carefully lifted the Altron pilot onto his back. The first few streets were easy to get through, but no one but Duo knew where they were going. It was five or ten minutes later that Oz caught back up. Hiding in another alley 01 decided it was time to ask questions.
"Where the hell are you leading us, Maxwell?"
"Across the street," he said firing," that church will be a safe haven. On three, we go."
This time Trowa picked up 05's relaxed form.
"One...two...THREE!"
Those who could came out firing, running as fast as they could to the church. Heero swung the huge doors open allowing everyone in. Duo was last inside, foot soldiers right behind. Swiftly, he turned around glaring at them coldly.
"Sanctuary."
With that one cold word, the doors slammed shut. The General in charge of the operation came running up behind his men, confused as to why they had halted their pursuit.
"Go after them!"
"Sorry sir, they've claimed sanctuary. We have to wait til they exit."
"Don't feed me that bullshit! You get your asses in there and nab them now!"
Just then another soldier handed his Commander and Chief a pick up line. It was Trieze. The two exchanged words for a few brief moments, then it ended.
"Surround the church! No one is to go outside or inside that church without orders to.""
"Yes sir!"
"We'll be okay for now," 02 said as he rested his head on the door.
A groan of pain brought everyone to remember the Chinese boys serious injury. Blood had spilt onto the floor and sweat was pouring off his forehead.
"Wufei? Are you awake?" Quatre sat next to the Altron pilot, applying pressure to his side.
"Barely," he whispered groggily. He tried disparately not to cry out in pain.
"The bullet...didn't exit. I...can feel it...right...here." He brought his already crimson stained hand to the whole under his ribs.
"We need to find some place that we can remove that bullet and get him comfortable. We can't stay here." Heero had raised his voice, which meant he was nervous and feeling defeated.
"Sorry, but we don't have a choice. Staying here is our only option. We're surrounded by Oz flunkies that will take us out the second we open that door."
Shinigami knew he had trapped them, but it would prove to be a safe circumstance. Suddenly, a noise behind them made four unarmed boys turn around armed. It was nothing more than an old priest and four choir boys. Duo lowered his gun and walked over to explain.
"Forgive us Father. We have sought sanctuary in your church from the men outside. Our friend has been terribly wounded and we were hoping that you might have some place we could treat him."
The gentle looking man just smiled.
"My son, you and your friends may stay as long as you wish. Please bring him this way. Turles, fetch towels and holy water."
Trowa supported Wufei's weakened state and followed the others behind the alter to the priest chambers. Inside, a large couch was where he was instructed to place him. Soon, the small boy came rushing in with what he was sent for.
"If you need anything else, do not hesitate to ask." He and the choirboy proceeded to leave when Duo stopped them.
"I'm sorry that we've trapped you here with us. I promise no harm will come to you."
"I believe you Mr. Maxwell." He smiled and led the boy out. 02 stood there stunned, until Heero brought him back to reality.
"Help me get this shirt off him, we'll have to wash around it before we do anything."
Flabbergasted, Duo took a seat by 05's side and ripped away his shirt. The skin around the wound was an ugly purple color and pale everywhere else.
"Sorry, Chang. This is going to hurt"
Cautiously, Heero placed the cold wet towel on his comrade's side. Pain surged through his body making him flinch aggressively and open his side more. Quatre cringed, crumpling to the floor in his friend's pain.
"I'll take care of Quatre." Trowa helped the Neo-Arabic boy up and exited the room.
"Are you willing to take it out?"
"Why can't you Heero?"
"Because I can control him and hold him down better then you." Sighing, Duo pulled out a magnetic rod from his hair.
"I'll do it, but I won't like it. Sorry Wufei; this is really going to hurt."
]]"
Chapter One
On the back streets of France, the time to escape was now. Oz had followed them out of the military compound through the small streets of the popular city. The rain began to fall, fast and hard, making it difficult to navigate. They needed to get to Howard's ship before he took off towards the British port, but with all the Oz flunkies on their ass, it wasn't going to be easy.
It came to a four way cut off, the road to the port on the other side directly ahead of them. They had lost the foot soldiers pursuing them. Out of breathe and extremely tired, they gathered in the back street conjugating a plan.
"More than likely, they've figured out where we're going and my guess is that'll try to block off our only way to the port. But we'll take the back road in front of us."
Heero looked back to see if he had lost anyone. Duo scratched his head, but he seemed to get the general gist of what 01 had said.
"Someone should check to see if the coast is clear." Everyone's head turned to look at Duo.
"Fine. But if I die you get to explain it to Hilde."
Cautiously, he stuck his head out into the seemingly deserted street. Suddenly, an array of bullets came from the left side. 02's head shot back in, blood dripping down his cheek.
"This shouldn't be too hard. Who wants to go first?" 05 looked around for volunteers.
"Well, they've already taken one shot at me, this time they won't touch me." Duo sat up and retrieved his gun. Walking down the alley, he seemed to be preparing for something. Then without warning, he ran past them, rolling sideways through the open street and making to safety on the other side.
"I'll go next." Quatre stopped right at the edge of the open way and dashed quickly across. Three quarters to the other side, he tripped and landed in Duo's out stretched arms. The two fell backwards but were still okay. The rain came down heavier.
"Trowa?"
"Of course." Backing up, he gave a small run before going into a cartwheel, back flipping three times and landing next to Quatre after a magnificent back hand spring. He also made sure to stick the gymnastics landing.
"Show off." Duo shook his head.
"You made it better than me. At least you shirts not ripped." It was true. Two bullets had nicked his chest and arm skimming the shirt but missing his skin.
"Their aims getting better!! Hurry up!!!"
Heero and Wufei stared across. 01's watch beeped. Their boat would be leaving in five minuets.
"You go next, Howard should be leaving any minute."
"Fine. See you on the other side." Wufei took a deep breath and took off across the street. Unfortunately, he wasn't as lucky as the others. A bullet caught him just under the rib cage making him collapse to the ground.
"CHANG!!"
Heero didn't care anymore. Dashing he picked up Wufei's limp form and made it to the other side safely. Just then, his watch beeped again. Howard was probably going off port.
"We're stuck here without our Gundams now! What are we going to do?" 04 looked to each pilot as Trowa looked over 05's bullet wound.
"Follow me." Duo whispered.
His expression was serious, an emotion the others did not usually witness outside of his Gundam Suit.
"We have to be quick though. One of you should carry Wufei."
Holding his gun tighter he peered around the port before taking a left. Heero bent down and carefully lifted the Altron pilot onto his back. The first few streets were easy to get through, but no one but Duo knew where they were going. It was five or ten minutes later that Oz caught back up. Hiding in another alley 01 decided it was time to ask questions.
"Where the hell are you leading us, Maxwell?"
"Across the street," he said firing," that church will be a safe haven. On three, we go."
This time Trowa picked up 05's relaxed form.
"One...two...THREE!"
Those who could came out firing, running as fast as they could to the church. Heero swung the huge doors open allowing everyone in. Duo was last inside, foot soldiers right behind. Swiftly, he turned around glaring at them coldly.
"Sanctuary."
With that one cold word, the doors slammed shut. The General in charge of the operation came running up behind his men, confused as to why they had halted their pursuit.
"Go after them!"
"Sorry sir, they've claimed sanctuary. We have to wait til they exit."
"Don't feed me that bullshit! You get your asses in there and nab them now!"
Just then another soldier handed his Commander and Chief a pick up line. It was Trieze. The two exchanged words for a few brief moments, then it ended.
"Surround the church! No one is to go outside or inside that church without orders to.""
"Yes sir!"
"We'll be okay for now," 02 said as he rested his head on the door.
A groan of pain brought everyone to remember the Chinese boys serious injury. Blood had spilt onto the floor and sweat was pouring off his forehead.
"Wufei? Are you awake?" Quatre sat next to the Altron pilot, applying pressure to his side.
"Barely," he whispered groggily. He tried disparately not to cry out in pain.
"The bullet...didn't exit. I...can feel it...right...here." He brought his already crimson stained hand to the whole under his ribs.
"We need to find some place that we can remove that bullet and get him comfortable. We can't stay here." Heero had raised his voice, which meant he was nervous and feeling defeated.
"Sorry, but we don't have a choice. Staying here is our only option. We're surrounded by Oz flunkies that will take us out the second we open that door."
Shinigami knew he had trapped them, but it would prove to be a safe circumstance. Suddenly, a noise behind them made four unarmed boys turn around armed. It was nothing more than an old priest and four choir boys. Duo lowered his gun and walked over to explain.
"Forgive us Father. We have sought sanctuary in your church from the men outside. Our friend has been terribly wounded and we were hoping that you might have some place we could treat him."
The gentle looking man just smiled.
"My son, you and your friends may stay as long as you wish. Please bring him this way. Turles, fetch towels and holy water."
Trowa supported Wufei's weakened state and followed the others behind the alter to the priest chambers. Inside, a large couch was where he was instructed to place him. Soon, the small boy came rushing in with what he was sent for.
"If you need anything else, do not hesitate to ask." He and the choirboy proceeded to leave when Duo stopped them.
"I'm sorry that we've trapped you here with us. I promise no harm will come to you."
"I believe you Mr. Maxwell." He smiled and led the boy out. 02 stood there stunned, until Heero brought him back to reality.
"Help me get this shirt off him, we'll have to wash around it before we do anything."
Flabbergasted, Duo took a seat by 05's side and ripped away his shirt. The skin around the wound was an ugly purple color and pale everywhere else.
"Sorry, Chang. This is going to hurt"
Cautiously, Heero placed the cold wet towel on his comrade's side. Pain surged through his body making him flinch aggressively and open his side more. Quatre cringed, crumpling to the floor in his friend's pain.
"I'll take care of Quatre." Trowa helped the Neo-Arabic boy up and exited the room.
"Are you willing to take it out?"
"Why can't you Heero?"
"Because I can control him and hold him down better then you." Sighing, Duo pulled out a magnetic rod from his hair.
"I'll do it, but I won't like it. Sorry Wufei; this is really going to hurt."
]]"
