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Key: nothing much… just
/Blah/= thought speech
Blah=thoughts, not spoken
Errr… if there's anything else, I'll list it later
The Mission…
Prologue: …is given
"Report."
"Our men were eliminated and no traces of them were found. The information they gathered were also not found." An OZ soldier stood in front of his commander. Only his eyes betrayed his feelings of nervousness. He knew that the commander didn't like failures and thanked the gods he wasn't part of the team sent out to do the mission. As he stood there, back straight, awaiting to dodge any flying objects that came his way, he was surprised when none came.
"Hmm…" the commander twirled his index finger around his mustache in an absentminded way, almost casual. "They are proving to be most difficult to deal with. So far they've managed to… fend off every single team we've sent…" he narrowed his eyes.
"I believe my soldier will be of some help." A voice came from the doorway, icy and cold. Both men turned to face a white haired professor. Half of his glasses had a strange design and the other half glinted in the fluorescent light of the room. The white lab coat fitted his rather tall frame and his hands were thrust in the pockets.
"Professor. " the commander greeted. "Might you elucidate your idea?"
The white haired man smiled and the soldier unconsciously shivered despite the stuffiness of the room. "As you know, I've been training a… special soldier for a while now. Her training has just been completed and I think you will find her most… efficient. For her first mission, I'd like for her to take care of the… nuisances. It's to your best interest commander."
The commander frowned, eyebrows knitted together thoughtfully.
"I can guarantee you the job will be done." The professor added.
"How can you be so sure that this… soldier of yours will easily overcome them?" the commander questioned.
"Because…" the man smiled again, "she is not your average pilot, even by the standard of the say… gundam pilots."
"Hmm…Very well. I'll give this girl a chance. But if she fails… I'm afraid this'll be on your head professor."
"Thank you commander. I'll get right on it." He bowed and walked out the double oak doors, his white lab coat trailed behind him.
"Are you sure that's wise commander?" the soldier asked.
"Are you questioning me? " the commander's eyes flickered in the soldier's direction.
"No sir, merely concerned."
The commander merely shrugged a shoulder. "Let him try. What could it hurt?"
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"Setsuna…" the red-head complained, "Why do we have to do this? I mean we don't get any missions. So why keep training?"
Twin garnet eyes looked up from the clipboard, an eyebrow raised. "Why all the curiosity all of sudden?"
"You mean she hasn't always been this way?" the shorthaired woman teased, and rolled her eyes.
" 'Ruka! You shouldn't always tease her like that!" another woman said from a corner of the room. Her teal eyes held a spark of disapproval. Her wavy sea-green ponytail swung to one side of her shoulder.
"Thanks Michiru. It's nice to know that at least somebody in this goddamn compound cares for me." an indignant sniff followed her words.
"All right …" the green haired woman decided to interfere before it got out of hand. "And as for your question Sarai-chan. Trust me, you'll need it in the future. Besides, you're still not on the ultimate level of everything."
Sarai sighed. "Setsuna, I don't think I'll ever be up to ultimate level. I'm just not the type of person that likes to do 100 sit-ups and pushups everyday before bed. I have the endurance, but not the speed."
"I know exactly what you mean Sarai-chan." The last member of the team had short blue hair and sapphire blue eyes to match. Ami smiled sympathetically; physical training had never been her strong point either.
"See? Ami-chan understands. " the girl stuck her tongue out at Haruka.
"You're just too weak to do all of the exercises." Retorted an all too familiar voice.
"Oh, shut up Raye. Just besides you have a natual talent for throwing people around, doesn't mean you have to rub it in my face." The purple haired girl only snorted. "It's called karate or martial arts."
The argument suddenly went silent and everyone resumed their exercises. The room immediately quieted with only the occasional whirring sound from the machines to occupy the empty space. It was a definite signal that the girls sensed somebody's approach.
/You think it'll actually be some GOOD news this time?/
The conversation continued silently. It was a tacit agreement among all of them that whenever a stranger was around, they'd use thought speech to talk to each other. No one knew why, but it seemed like the appropriate thing to do.Right on time, the metal door swooshed and in came Prof. G. He scanned the workout room with beady eyes peaking out from a mushroom haircut.
"I have a mission for you..." six pairs of eyes turned and focused on him, five of them were wide with surprise…
Five simultaneous woahs… were thought spoken.
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Meanwhile, at the G-boys' latest safehouse…
"INJUSTICE!!!! THIS IS INJUSTICE!!!!! THEY HAVE GONE TOO FAR THIS TIME!!!" To say that Altron pilot was pissed off would've been a major understatement.
"Aww… chill out Wu-man. It'll be fun! Besides, Heero isn't
complaining. Nor is Trowa. Right?" violet eyes glanced in the said people's direction.
"Hn."
"……"
He grinned. "See?"
"SHUT UP MAXWELL!!!! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S A MISSION!!! HELL!!! I DON'T CARE IF IT'S TO SAVE THE WHOLE GODDAMN WORLD!!! I'M NOT DRESSING AS A WEAK ONNA!!!" the other pilots winced. His voice was nearing a point equivalent to that of a girl screaming on the top of her lungs.
Quatre tried his best to reassure the Chinese pilot, "Duo's right, you know. You need to calm down. Besides getting angry isn't going to change our orders anyway. We might as well make the best of it."
"THAT'S THE WHOLE DAMN POINT! THERE IS NO BEST IN IT!!!" Quatre sighed in defeat. There was no way to calm Wufei down. They were just going to have to deal with it.
"Say… when do we start this mission anyway?" Duo asked, munching on some leftover pizza.
"Well, it said that we're to start the mission next week. That way we can get ready and also get used to umm… wearing girl clothes and acting like girls. We'll have around a month to "settle" at…umm…" the blond glanced at the sheet with all the instructions. "… St. John's private school and then a week to finish the mission. After that we're to stay another month. They're giving us so much time because obviously OZ is on to us and they want to take more precaution. That's also why we had to dress as girls for this mission." Quatre finished and took a deep breath.
"So…don't we need like clothes and stuff?" Quatre beamed. "That's why we're all going shopping at the mall this afternoon."
"hnnn"
"……………."
"INJUSTICE!"
"WHOOOOO…"
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"Pack your things, girl.. You're leaving tonight to go on a mission. I expect it to be performed without delay, understood?" Emotionless violet eyes looked back at the man. "Ryokai."
TBS…(hopefully)
Sooo… minna-chan, what did you think? Yes, no, maybe so? hehehe… if I get more than five reviews, I'll start writing the second chapter. 'till then Ja!