007, Secret Agent, Heero Yuy — Till Death Do Us Part

Disclaimer: I don't own GW or James Bond stuff…or 007 or 'Q' or…you get the
pic…oh! Yes, I don't own Sandy, just Hermione.

AN: This is has ALL characters in it!! I know so far only Hermione and Sandy are
there, but I promise they all will show up, and I have a feeling you'll hate who I
made the bad guy! V.V

Part One

The man walked out of the house, grabbing his keys, and opened the door. His
wife was already in the car. Chuckling to himself, he stepped lightly off the stone
step and proceeded to the car.
As soon as he was a couple hundred feet away, the car burst into flames, blowing
it up.
"NO!" He yelled, running forward. He couldn't save his wife; she had died at the
blast. He saw a burning note on the ground. Bending to read it, he saw:

"Heero Yuy…I guess I got your wife instead. Oh well. Till death you us part,
huh? See you in hell."

Screaming in rage, he crumbled the paper. Letting the flames lick his hand.
'Till death do us part, my love,' he thought, and walked away from the car.

::Few years later, England::

Heero Yuy walked into the building unnoticed. That was his job anyway. He
walked to the elevator and pressed his ID badge to a scanner, then placed his hand
on the palm reader.
'Top security,' he noted, nodding slightly.
The doors opened and he pressed the 'level 2 basement' button. The doors opened
again once he reached the bottom, and he walked up to a man.
The man turned, his long braid flinging this way and that, his violet eyes
observing everything around him. He saw Heero and smiled.
"Hey, Buddy—007," he said. "I've got something you'll like…"
"Really? Intrigue me," Heero stated, somewhat amused. "Please, D, before I go on
my next case…"
"Listen, come look at this," D said, waving Heero over to where the open hanger
was. They passed a man fiddling with a pen. Placing it down, Heero went over and
examined it.
"007, I wouldn't touch that if I were you," D smiled, watching from afar.
"Why?" Heero asked, and from where the ink was suppose to come out, a laser
beam shot and spilt the wall across from him in two. "Oh." He set it down gingerly
and stepped away.
They walked past a dummy being catapulted out of a car seat and land on its head.
The man their shook his head in dismay and continued writing.
D was talking to someone wearing a white lab coat. Soon, he nodded and handed
him a little key chain.
D motioned Heero over, and plopped a set of car keys and remote pad in his
hands.
"This is a control system that allows you to control the car when you aren't even
in it," D stated, watching Heero amusedly look at the device. (AN: I think that's
from 'The World is not Enough')
Soon, a car came rolling around the corner, lab workers jumping out of its way.
The car rolled to a stop inches from D. He looked up, grinning broadly.
"Great job," he answered, slapping Heero heartily on the back.
Heero glared over a him, and D backed off.
Heero glanced over his shoulder before slipping in.
"Good day, Mr. Yuy," a female voice purred from the inside of the car.
Heero looked up at D questioningly, and D grinned sheepishly, "I thought you
would respond better to the sound of a female voice, 007."
Heero smiled a bit and nodded. He started the engine up and glanced around the
sleek black BMW interior.
D licked his lips nervously, "Yuy, do you think you can handle this case?"
Heero looked up at D. "You never use my name, it's always 007. I can handle."
"Heero, listen. I'm your best friend. I want you to be careful. This Peacecraft, he's
known to kill without reason…you have got to be on your guard."
"Duo, I can do this. Don't worry, friend," Heero said, gunning the engine. "I can
handle Millardo Peacecraft."
"I sure hope so, buddy," Duo said as Heero drove out of the hanger. "You're the
best secret agent the British Intelligence has ever had…licensed to kill…just don't
die on me."
"Do you think he can do it?" a voice from behind him asked. Another man,
dressed the same as Heero asked. He had long, spiky bangs over one eye and was
leaning on a near-by table. His business suit was crisp and clean.
"I think so. We must trust him, but what about the other Peacecraft? The
woman?" another one beside him asked. This one wore a gray suit and his black
hair was sleeked back in a tight pony-tail.
"WuFei…Trowa…" Duo sighed. "I have faith in 007. I want you two to watch
him though. Barton, you know you're 008 and WuFei's 009. Make sure he doesn't
get into trouble, but only if I call you. HQ said they have some cases for you…"
Trowa and WuFei left, and Duo watched in vain as one by one his friends left.
'Just Quatre left…I wonder where he is…' Duo thought, lost in his thoughts.

*

Quatre shifted his position as guard. Millardo has entrusted him with guarding
their most valuable item: his little sister, Relena.
The two other guards, Hermione Granger and Sandy Smith, were yawning tiredly
and playing their eighth game of poker.
"Ha, I won again!" Hermione cried out, smiling.
"How did that happen?" asked a bewildered Sandy, who scratched her head.
Quatre sighed and snapped, "would you two be quiet? Miss Relena will wake up
if you don't!"
Hermione and Sandy rolled their eyes and muttered, "sorry," before Sandy re-
shuffled the deck.
"No need, Quatre," a voice from the doorway said cheerfully. "I was already up
for a while now."
"Miss Relena!" there was a scratch and Hermione and Sandy were now on their
feet, their guns in their hands, ready for any mission.
"It's all right, and my name is Relena, so call me that, please," Relena smiled,
dressed in her usual jeans and long-sleeved indigo shirt.
"Miss…" Quatre nodded, and smiled. "Relena."
"I'm going for a jog, okay? Stay here…I won't stray off the grounds, okay?"
They nodded uncertainly, but did as she told. Relena walked away from her room,
smiling.
'My day is starting off well! I can finally leave this place!' She thought, silently
cursing her brother. 'Millardo, you made me a prisoner in your own home…what
is your plan for me?'

*

Heero rode his BMW to the Italian islands. There, he would find him.
"Millardo," he said the name with venom. The man who killed his wife…the one
who destroyed his love and joy…
He let his anger out in a sigh and looked over the information Duo gave him.

'Millardo Peacecraft is very cunning. He is using his own sister for a project she
doesn't know about. Our sources tell us he is altering his DNA so that it becomes a
poison and that only him and his sister will live as their blood is the only antidote.
Your mission is to find Relena Peacecraft and bring her back to England so we can
use her blood to make an antidote for everyone before Millardo sells his poison on
the black market. Good luck, Yuy.'

Heero sighed and flipped the page. It consisted of many photos of Relena and
Millardo and Relena's bodyguards.
"So…those are the ones I'm to stop," Heero said, grimacing. "Let the games
begin."
He then drove his BMW onto the lonely road and speed faster. He saw a jogger
wearing a hood, covering their face. A puddle of left-over rain was beside them as
Heero went by.
The figure got drenched and Heero made no notion to stop. He didn't glance back.
If he did, he would've stopped.

*

Relena got back to her mansion soaked.
"Damn that driver," she cursed under her breath. "Drenching me in the puddle!
Now I smell like a pig!"
She sighed and pulled off her sweater, flinging it aside. She stepped into the
bathroom, peeling off the rest of her wet clothes.
Once she was in, she felt calm and peaceful again, but at the sound of a quiet
click, she immediately shut the water off and wrapped a towel around herself. She
cautiously stepped out of the bathroom, but heard nothing more so she sat down on
her bathroom stool and began brushing her hair.
Humming a no-name tune, she let the water drip out of her honey hair. She then
knotted the towel, which wasn't very long around her, and stepped out of her
bathroom into the bedroom.
She was met with the cock of a gun pointed at her face.




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