Notes: This fic is-complicated. There's a lot going on, and I expect that the warnings on it will change as time goes on. I haven't added any tags as of yet, mostly because I want to maintain some element of surprise. I WILL be tagging each individual chapter, and if you have any concerns, please feel free to message me.

Warnings: None this chapter.

Agents Chang, Barton, Maxwell, Merquise, Winner and Yuy,

There is an anarchist militia group on the campus of Columbia University. We believe they have access to the weaponry to achieve their goals. Your mission is to infiltrate the group and bring it down from the inside. You will begin this mission in 10 days. When you move into the dorm is up to you, but you must be fully moved in by 18:00.

Guidelines

1. I have divided you into three pairs. Yuy and Chang, you are responsible for surveillance. You will monitor the group from the outside. Barton and Maxwell, you will do infiltration. I don't care how you get in, but get in to this group, and work on getting in as high as you can. Merquise and Winner, you will be responsible for gathering intelligence. I want to know how everyone on campus feels about the group, as well as any information you can give me about people off campus.

2. No contact with anyone not stationed at the college. This includes: family, friends, co-workers, business associates, etc.

3. The six of you will be living in a three bedroom all boys dorm. You will share a bedroom and bathroom with your partner, and the dining room, living room and kitchen with everyone else. There is a small balcony. Reminder that the campus (and it's dorms) are smoke free, as well as alcohol and drug free.

4. Please register for classes. You will, for all intents and purposes, be college students. I expect you all to take your studies very seriously.

5. You will keep mission logs on a fake journal website I have set up. You will update them once a week with all pertinent mission intel, and any relevant personal information, so that I can monitor your progress. Weekly updates will be made by 0:00 Saturday.

If you have any additional questions about any of this information, please email me directly to set up an appointment.

With Regards,

Your Commander

Duo stepped in to his dorm room and wrinkled his nose. It was cramped, the air hot and close. A dingy window split the wall opposite the door, dividing the room in two. On either side were chipped dressers and battered beds. Duo dropped his duffle on one as he went to the window. He could unpack later. But he wasn't going to sleep in a room that smelled of stale sweat and mothballs. Not when he didn't have to.

The window came open with a screech, shuddering up the frame. Sighing, he leaned out to feel the sun on his face, lips curling at the soft autumn breeze. His room was one of three in the suite, all branching off a common area. Heero was already there, unpacking food into the fridge. Duo had ignored him, wanting to get his stuff down. He didn't think any of the others had arrived yet.

"I'm not catching you if you fall," came an amused voice from the door. Duo jerked, then turned, glaring half-hearted at his roommate.

"Nice to know you have my back, Tro," he rolled his eyes, throwing himself on his bed. Chuckling, Trowa set his bag on one of the dressers. He'd grown, towering a full foot over Duo, hair still falling over his eyes. Duo fought back a wave of jealousy. He hadn't grown since the war, still short and scrawny, topping out at an even 5'4, and Trowa-Trowa was over 6', built and beautiful. Scowling at the ceiling, he ignored his roommate as he unpacked.

"Everyone else here?" Trowa crossed his arms over his chest, leaning back against the dresser. Duo rolled on to his side, propping his head up ins his hand, a strand of hair caught between his teeth.

"Dunno. Heero is," He shrugged, looking Trowa over. "You got tall."

"You noticed."

"Hard not to," Duo grumbled, cracking a grin despite himself. Une had put the two of them together for the mission, and Duo was grateful. Trowa kept his mouth shut and his head down. Didn't ask questions. Duo swallowed as he looked Trowa over again. The attraction was still there, pulling at him like a hook.

He stood abruptly, brushing past Trowa on his way to the door, braid swinging behind him. Trowa's eyes followed him, face expressionless. Flashing a quick grin over his shoulder, Duo opened the door, desperate to get of the room, to get away from Trowa and the slow boil in his blood.

"I'll go see who else's here," he threw out, shutting the door behind himself as he stepped in to the hall. This mission was going to be Hell. Especially if he couldn't control himself. Duo peaked in to the kitchen, then relaxed. Still only Heero. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he crossed the space between them, bumping Heero with his elbow. Heero grunted in response. But he smiled, still, looking down at Duo with crinkled eyes.

"Duo."

"'Ro," he replied, in the same tone. He nudged Heero again, then hopped up on the counter', swinging his legs. "Gonna be weird not being partners this time."

"Hn," Heero agreed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back against the table. He tilted his head, looking Duo over, lips quirking at the flash of irritation on Duo's face.

"Really?" Duo's comment was scathing, and Heero grinned.

"No," Heero chuckled, his grin widening as Duo rolled his eyes. "It is weird. I trust Trowa but... I would prefer to be the one to watch your back."

"You can watch my back any time," Duo's eyebrows waggled, leaning towards Heero. The Japanese man blushed, shaking his head and looking at the ground. He cleared his throat, then looked back up at Duo.

"Will we at least have classes together?"

"Depends, hot stuff. What are you taking?" Duo canted his head, grinning at Heero. The pilot had changed since the war. He was more open, more relaxed. Almost shy. Duo liked the changes he saw. It was proof of what he'd known during the war: that Heero was more than just a soldier. Heero pulled a folded piece of paper out of his back pocket, handing it over with a smile. Duo scanned it, then grinned.

"Algebra! Tuesdays and Thursdays, from noon to 1:30pm. You're stuck with me, 'Ro," Duo beamed at him, handing the paper back.

"I look forward to it," Heero grinned back at him, shoving the paper back in his pocket. The door to the suit opened, both of them turning their head. Duo slid off the counter, catching sight of blond hair. His nose wrinkled, and he backed towards the hall. Heero raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything, letting Duo retreat to his dorm room.

Trowa was leaning against the window, smoking. He looked back at Duo with a quirked eyebrow, exhaling slowly into the open air. Duo shut the door, leaning back against it and snorting.

"Hope you don't mind if I smoke," he drawled.

"It's a little late if I do," Duo pushed away from the door, shaking his head. He looked over at Trowa, then picked up his duffel. He unpacked in silence, lips pursed. Finishing his cigarette, Trowa flicked it out the window, then stretched out on his bed.

"The others are arriving."

"And you're not the welcome party?" Trowa looked at Duo with a frown. Duo shook his head, turning away from the dressed and leaning back against it, lips a thin line.

"Why? I don't know them. We aren't friends. We fought a war together. That's it," his voice crackled with bitterness, and Trowa propped himself up on his arms, eyebrow raising higher. Duo ignored him, pulling away and heading for the bathroom. The door shut firmly behind him, leaving Trowa frowning and puzzled, wondering where the friendly and outgoing boy from the war had gone.