AN: Hey you guys! I hope you guys like this story as much as you do SWIB.
I know I haven't finished that one yet, (I'm no where close to finishing
it), but somehow I got started on this one. With this story, you guys can
have something to read while you wait! ^-^ Hopefully it'll meet up to
your standards.
If you know me by now, you should know who this story is centered around. If not, read on to find out! I haven't decided on whether or not to include the other senshi, and if so, which senshi to include. Your input would be helpful! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story line.
Teaser: She was the female counterpart to Heero Yuy. She matched him in skill, wits, and in combat. Revenge and a personal agenda has driven her out from obscurity. What could she want with the G-boys? What is her connection with them?
= Yesterdays: Prologue =
It was just past midnight when she decided to move. She had been waiting for more that two hours, for a shipment that had arrived ten minutes ago. They were well over an hour late. Judging from the heated conversation between the driver and the sentry, their employer was not pleased, but that was all ten minutes ago.
The lithe figure propped herself up from the ground before stealthy maneuvering herself closer to the compound. She would score big if she could pull this mission off, and she had every intention of doing so. She knew this base was a secret division of the Alliance. It would be just what she needed to destroy them. Then and only then would her true mission be complete.
She crept down towards the barb wire fencing. She was dressed in her fatigues, which efficiently camouflaged her in the forest. The petite figure cautiously treaded along the wire fencing until she spotted an obscure spot. After grabbing pliers from her small backpack, she cut a small hole in the fence, one just large enough for her to pass through. She trotted as lightly as she could across the terrain, her boots crunching softly on the undergrowth.
'They really needed to tighten up security,' she mused to herself. 'But then again, no one was supposed to know a place like this existed.' She reached the back door of the building, and after pulling out some pins from her hair, immediately began working on the lock. Seconds later, the door closed silently behind her.
The hallway had a cold, eerie atmosphere to it, as if the hallway was watching her. The fluorescent lighting gave the corridor a cool bluish gray tint. She silently crept down the corridor to where she believed the shipment was held. An alarm sounded in the outermost recesses of her mind. 'Since when was a mission this easy?' Her thoughts flew out the window as she spotted what she was here for, the object of her mission. She hurried towards the object, only too late realizing it was a trap.
The metallic door slammed down behind her. She was surrounded. She mentally cursed herself for making such a juvenile mistake. The trap had been so blatantly obvious, and she had missed it. She had let her guard down; she had let her emotions cloud her judgement; she had forgotten her master's first lesson.
"We have been expecting you." Before she could even attempt to escape, multiple bolts of electricity were released from their stun guns, knocking her out in a matter of excruciating seconds.
* * *
Five young men were sitting in black leather seats at a glass conference table. Each one of the five was facing a small flat-screen protruding from the table. The screens all had identical intel displayed. It was in the standard format of a profile of a person, with a picture on the left and facts on the right of the picture and below it as well. Except there was no picture, and 99% of the information was listed 'unknown.' The list of unknowns included the name, birthday, gender, height, weight, and just about everything else as well.
One fact that was listed was under Alias. The person in question was known as Phoenix. Under the Miscellaneous section, there were enough facts to make up for all of the unknowns. The Phoenix was suspected in numerous high profile sabotages against the Alliance. The Phoenix was a walking legend.
"The file you have before you is what has been collected on the agent known as Phoenix." The female, automaton voice flowed over the speakers. "Recently, we have reason to believe Phoenix has been captured by the Alliance. We believe they are holding her in an abandoned warehouse just outside Juano."
"How do we know it isn't a ruse by the Alliance to draw us out?" Quatre asked, his cerulean eyes narrowing in concentration.
"Because Phoenix missed his drop off. That was a week ago. Needless to say, the Phoenix has never missed a drop off before. Which is why we need you five to break into the warehouse and bring Phoenix back out alive, assuming that the Alliance decided to spare him."
The five pilots glanced at each other before one voice spoke for them all.
"Mission accepted."
* * * *
A few hours later, the five pilots were gathered around a circular, wooden table in the secure confines of their safehouse. They were finalizing the last of their plans for the extraction. The place would undoubtedly be under tight security.
"Trowa, you'll be providing cover fire for us during the extraction. You have a green light to shoot. Quatre, you'll be handling the chopper at the extraction point. Wufei and Duo, you two will come with me to find Phoenix. The two of you will take the back entrance. Are we clear?" After he heard the chorus of agreements, he commanded,
"Then let's load up."
* * *
Just as the pilots had suspected, the warehouse was swarming with guards. There were sentries posted by the two entrances, plus there were more patrolling the vicinity in pairs. All of them were armed with nasty machine guns. The place was a citadel.
"How the hell do you expect to get in?" Duo muttered into his com link. The pilot was crouching behind one of the building's generators. Wufei was about fifty paces from him while Heero was on the other side of the building.
"For once the braided baka raises a valid point. They would spot us coming a before we would even be able to take two steps. We would be target practice." Wufei smirked as he saw his comrade give him the finger. There was no reply from the Perfect Soldier. Instead, they could hear the sound of a loud engine starting.
"What the hell is going on?!"
"Heero is causing a diversion," came Trowa's monotonous voice. Duo peeked over the generator. Duo decided to risk a peek and poked his head over the generator. He could hear the guards shouting and running towards the front. Nodding at Wufei, the two pilots crept toward the warehouse. They jerked their heads toward the front when they heard gunfire break loose. Moments later, there was a loud explosion and both pilots instinctively dove to the ground, covering their heads with their arms and hands.
"Come on!"
They scrambled up, sprinting for the door. Duo pulled out his gun and shot the lock off, allowing Wufei to pull the sliding door open. The warehouse was abandoned, except for the slouched figure handcuffed to the chair. They glanced at each other before moving forward. From their vantage point, the Phoenix looked like a scrawny little boy, but that was only what they could discern from his arms. A forest green beanie covered the back of his head.
"Go get him. I'll cover you." Wufei positioned himself behind a crate, his gun drawn and aimed at the back door. Duo nodded and hurried towards the slumped figure.
"Phoenix?" Duo placed another bullet through the metal confines, breaking the handcuff before walking around to the front. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the agent's full figure. "Holy shit."
"What's taking so long, Maxwell? Grab him and let's go!" Wufei barked from his spot behind the crate, making sure no one was trying to flank them.
"Coming, coming." Duo muttered under his breath. He tried to scoop her up but realized she was still confined to the metal chair, which was bolted to the ground. 'Man, was the Alliance paranoid or what?'
Her feet. The Shinigami fired a bullet through the handcuffs around her ankles. He studied her for a moment, ignoring the raging gunfire outside. Just for a moment, he allowed his eyes to trail over her features. Her face was blemished, and despite her generous curves, her skin was sickly pale and it looked like she had not eaten in days. His eyes traveled back up to her face. He instinctively drew in a breath as he met the most gorgeous pair of amethyst orbs he had ever seen.
"What the hell is tak-" Wufei had left his post and moved next to Duo to see what the hold up was. His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged out from its sockets.
"THE PHOENIX IS AN ONNA?!"
= = = = = = = =
Well, that's it for now! Sooo . . . please R/R! I feed off of your insight and reviews. Hopefully they won't be flames, but even flames too. Thanks for reading!
If you know me by now, you should know who this story is centered around. If not, read on to find out! I haven't decided on whether or not to include the other senshi, and if so, which senshi to include. Your input would be helpful! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but the story line.
Teaser: She was the female counterpart to Heero Yuy. She matched him in skill, wits, and in combat. Revenge and a personal agenda has driven her out from obscurity. What could she want with the G-boys? What is her connection with them?
= Yesterdays: Prologue =
It was just past midnight when she decided to move. She had been waiting for more that two hours, for a shipment that had arrived ten minutes ago. They were well over an hour late. Judging from the heated conversation between the driver and the sentry, their employer was not pleased, but that was all ten minutes ago.
The lithe figure propped herself up from the ground before stealthy maneuvering herself closer to the compound. She would score big if she could pull this mission off, and she had every intention of doing so. She knew this base was a secret division of the Alliance. It would be just what she needed to destroy them. Then and only then would her true mission be complete.
She crept down towards the barb wire fencing. She was dressed in her fatigues, which efficiently camouflaged her in the forest. The petite figure cautiously treaded along the wire fencing until she spotted an obscure spot. After grabbing pliers from her small backpack, she cut a small hole in the fence, one just large enough for her to pass through. She trotted as lightly as she could across the terrain, her boots crunching softly on the undergrowth.
'They really needed to tighten up security,' she mused to herself. 'But then again, no one was supposed to know a place like this existed.' She reached the back door of the building, and after pulling out some pins from her hair, immediately began working on the lock. Seconds later, the door closed silently behind her.
The hallway had a cold, eerie atmosphere to it, as if the hallway was watching her. The fluorescent lighting gave the corridor a cool bluish gray tint. She silently crept down the corridor to where she believed the shipment was held. An alarm sounded in the outermost recesses of her mind. 'Since when was a mission this easy?' Her thoughts flew out the window as she spotted what she was here for, the object of her mission. She hurried towards the object, only too late realizing it was a trap.
The metallic door slammed down behind her. She was surrounded. She mentally cursed herself for making such a juvenile mistake. The trap had been so blatantly obvious, and she had missed it. She had let her guard down; she had let her emotions cloud her judgement; she had forgotten her master's first lesson.
"We have been expecting you." Before she could even attempt to escape, multiple bolts of electricity were released from their stun guns, knocking her out in a matter of excruciating seconds.
* * *
Five young men were sitting in black leather seats at a glass conference table. Each one of the five was facing a small flat-screen protruding from the table. The screens all had identical intel displayed. It was in the standard format of a profile of a person, with a picture on the left and facts on the right of the picture and below it as well. Except there was no picture, and 99% of the information was listed 'unknown.' The list of unknowns included the name, birthday, gender, height, weight, and just about everything else as well.
One fact that was listed was under Alias. The person in question was known as Phoenix. Under the Miscellaneous section, there were enough facts to make up for all of the unknowns. The Phoenix was suspected in numerous high profile sabotages against the Alliance. The Phoenix was a walking legend.
"The file you have before you is what has been collected on the agent known as Phoenix." The female, automaton voice flowed over the speakers. "Recently, we have reason to believe Phoenix has been captured by the Alliance. We believe they are holding her in an abandoned warehouse just outside Juano."
"How do we know it isn't a ruse by the Alliance to draw us out?" Quatre asked, his cerulean eyes narrowing in concentration.
"Because Phoenix missed his drop off. That was a week ago. Needless to say, the Phoenix has never missed a drop off before. Which is why we need you five to break into the warehouse and bring Phoenix back out alive, assuming that the Alliance decided to spare him."
The five pilots glanced at each other before one voice spoke for them all.
"Mission accepted."
* * * *
A few hours later, the five pilots were gathered around a circular, wooden table in the secure confines of their safehouse. They were finalizing the last of their plans for the extraction. The place would undoubtedly be under tight security.
"Trowa, you'll be providing cover fire for us during the extraction. You have a green light to shoot. Quatre, you'll be handling the chopper at the extraction point. Wufei and Duo, you two will come with me to find Phoenix. The two of you will take the back entrance. Are we clear?" After he heard the chorus of agreements, he commanded,
"Then let's load up."
* * *
Just as the pilots had suspected, the warehouse was swarming with guards. There were sentries posted by the two entrances, plus there were more patrolling the vicinity in pairs. All of them were armed with nasty machine guns. The place was a citadel.
"How the hell do you expect to get in?" Duo muttered into his com link. The pilot was crouching behind one of the building's generators. Wufei was about fifty paces from him while Heero was on the other side of the building.
"For once the braided baka raises a valid point. They would spot us coming a before we would even be able to take two steps. We would be target practice." Wufei smirked as he saw his comrade give him the finger. There was no reply from the Perfect Soldier. Instead, they could hear the sound of a loud engine starting.
"What the hell is going on?!"
"Heero is causing a diversion," came Trowa's monotonous voice. Duo peeked over the generator. Duo decided to risk a peek and poked his head over the generator. He could hear the guards shouting and running towards the front. Nodding at Wufei, the two pilots crept toward the warehouse. They jerked their heads toward the front when they heard gunfire break loose. Moments later, there was a loud explosion and both pilots instinctively dove to the ground, covering their heads with their arms and hands.
"Come on!"
They scrambled up, sprinting for the door. Duo pulled out his gun and shot the lock off, allowing Wufei to pull the sliding door open. The warehouse was abandoned, except for the slouched figure handcuffed to the chair. They glanced at each other before moving forward. From their vantage point, the Phoenix looked like a scrawny little boy, but that was only what they could discern from his arms. A forest green beanie covered the back of his head.
"Go get him. I'll cover you." Wufei positioned himself behind a crate, his gun drawn and aimed at the back door. Duo nodded and hurried towards the slumped figure.
"Phoenix?" Duo placed another bullet through the metal confines, breaking the handcuff before walking around to the front. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in the agent's full figure. "Holy shit."
"What's taking so long, Maxwell? Grab him and let's go!" Wufei barked from his spot behind the crate, making sure no one was trying to flank them.
"Coming, coming." Duo muttered under his breath. He tried to scoop her up but realized she was still confined to the metal chair, which was bolted to the ground. 'Man, was the Alliance paranoid or what?'
Her feet. The Shinigami fired a bullet through the handcuffs around her ankles. He studied her for a moment, ignoring the raging gunfire outside. Just for a moment, he allowed his eyes to trail over her features. Her face was blemished, and despite her generous curves, her skin was sickly pale and it looked like she had not eaten in days. His eyes traveled back up to her face. He instinctively drew in a breath as he met the most gorgeous pair of amethyst orbs he had ever seen.
"What the hell is tak-" Wufei had left his post and moved next to Duo to see what the hold up was. His jaw dropped and his eyes bulged out from its sockets.
"THE PHOENIX IS AN ONNA?!"
= = = = = = = =
Well, that's it for now! Sooo . . . please R/R! I feed off of your insight and reviews. Hopefully they won't be flames, but even flames too. Thanks for reading!