I Hate Missions Like These

Prologue

Hmm... disclaimer, disclaimer... uh, I don't own Gundam W, or Duo or Trowa or Quatre or Wufei or Heero or Relena or... Um, I don't own much of anything, really. Just stupid little pointless things nobody wants anyway. Well... maybe I own this storyline. It's quite possible.

It's 1/2. Slash. Shounen-ai. Yaoi(Wait, no, no sex). Whatever the hell you want to call it. Don't flame me for it because it is a free country, after all. You've had your fair warning.

Oh yeah, I let my friend put fake nails on me today, so please excuse any typos I may miss.

Yes, this prologue is in third person. Yes, the second chapter is in Duo's POV. Yes, the third chapter is in Heero's POV. Yes, I bounce around. I suppose I could rewrite this prologue to be in Quatre's POV if you really wanted me to, but I couldn't think of any other options at the time. I'm sorry if it bothers you!

Duo sighed as he pushed down the screen on his laptop. "I hate missions like these." He tossed his braid over his shoulder, glaring at the morning sun seeping through his window. He'd have to remember to close the drapes later.

"Missions like what?" Quatre queried cheerfully from the doorway to Duo's room. He had his brush halfway through his still-damp hair.

Duo stood up, deciding now was as good of a time as any to draw the drapes. "I have to go blow up a desert base all by myself. I like solo missions, but I think this one's more suited to your abilities than mine."

Quatre shrugged, continuing to brush his hair. "It wasn't assigned to me, Duo. Obviously they believe that you have the ability to do it."

"But still..." Duo whined, pulling his duffel bag from the top shelf of his bookcase. "I don't want to do it!" Hastily he packed the essentials -- two changes of clothing, a brush, soap, his handgun, and ammo.

"When do you have to leave?"

Duo checked his watch. "Half an hour. Hey, Quatre, do you want to maintain communications with me and stuff?"

Quatre smiled. "Of course, Duo. I'd love to help."

"Thanks, buddy. I really appreciate it." Duo grinned back, throwing his duffel bag over his shoulder and jauntily walking out the door.

TWENTY MINUTES LATER

"Do you read, Quatre?" Duo asked from the cockpit of Deathscythe, still making preparations to leave.

"Loud and clear, Duo. Ten minutes 'till mission commencement. Is Deathscythe nearly ready?"

Duo pushed a few more buttons. "Almost . . . " He grinned triumphantly. "Got it!"

"Gundam Pilot 02, you are cleared to leave, nine minutes ahead of schedule. I'm proud of you, Duo." Quatre grinned on his end of the line.

Duo gave him a sarcastic look in return. "Gee, thanks, Quatre, I love you too. Let's go, Deathscythe!"

And thus began the mission to blow up the Sonora Base, located somewhere near where the border between New Mexico, Arizona, and Mexico formerly existed.

Short, hai, but it's only a lead-in to the rest of the story. R/R, please!