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Through the Dark
He walked down the street, his long brown braid swinging lightly behind him. He was beautiful, dispite the scowl he wore, with pale skin, hair nearly to his butt and bright violet eyes. The tight black shirt and pants he was clad in accented his fit figure, and as he walked he drew more than one interested eye.
He was Dou, the capable pilot of the Gundam Deathscythe. Usually he was bright and chipper, but as he walked down the dark, damp streets of a small city in Japan, he radiated nothing but danger.
His fist clenched at his side. God, he hated this. He hated being called away on a mission, a dull, simple mission to plant bombs around a suppossedly secret Oz base. He could, just as easily, blow the base sky high with his beloved Gundam in less than half the time, and already he would be home to his lover, Heero, but no. He had to muck around in the small town to blow it up without attracting more attention than was necessary to the Gundams.
At least he knew exactly where the base was now-that was deffinatly a help...
He paused at the grungy little building that served as a hotel, not sure he wanted to go inside just then. Sure, he probably should-his room was there and he could contact the other pilots from a laptop he'd left, carefully hidden, there, but then again the thought of the small room depressed him. Not that the rest of the city was any better at all.....
He sighed and dully opened the door, not even drawing a look from the proprietor who was slumped over the desk with bloodshot eyes. He, like most people in the small, but extrodenarily dirty town, was addicted to a powerful hallucinagin called DARK.
Ignoring the place's owner, Duo carefully made his way up to his room. The room was on the second floor, admist several others. Most of the rooms were occupied-and from the sounds emitting from them there was no question what was going on behind the closed doors. Duo ignored this as he made his way to the end of the hall.
His room was the last on the floor, and the only one with a functional lock (he'd paid considerably more for this little feature, but money was no issue while he, and the other Gundam pilots, were supported by Quatre's generosity, and a lock in a place like this was necessary). He carefully unlocked the door and entered.
The room was just as he'd left it-small, ditry bed unmade, wood floor unswept. The window was nailed shut, and grungy curtains covered it completely. The room still smelled of sweat and human feces. Trying his best to ignore these facts, Duo closed the door. He'd been in a lot worse places, he reminded himself sternly-but then, he'd been living in a spotless mansion for the last few months, that smelled sweetly of a certain blond arabian.
With a grimance, he got gingerly to his knees and reached far under the old bed. Under it was his luggage-laptop, clothes, and plenty of weapons. Luckily, they were still there. His stuff was very specialized, difficult to come by and worth quite a bit, and he didn't trust anyone in this place for an instant.
He pulled the large duffle bag with his things out, and plopped in uncerimonally on the bed, causing the springs to 'clunk' loudly. Sure, there were explosives in there, but they weren't so sensative to go off with a simple impact like that. He unzipped the duffle and pulled out the laptop that he brought, and set it up on the bed.
While he waited for the small computer to load up, he quickly changed into another outfit-identical but cleaner than the one he was currently wearing. When tje computer had finally booted successfully, Shinigami carefully put in a call to the pilots' current safehouse.
Qutre answered quickly, and as soon as he saw who was there, a broad smile grew on his angelic face. "Konnechiwa, Duo!" he greeted the long haired boy with so much enthusiasm that Duo had to smile.
"Konnechiwa, Quatre," He responded. "I've finally found the base," Quatre's smile widened even more. "And I just wanted to see if you guys had any more information on it before I blew it sky high and returned home..."
"Hai, Duo," the arabian answered. "we have some-but only a little." Duo waited expectantly, as Quatre watched. "The base is for research-there are severl top scientists who went missing months ago and were presumed dead in there."
"Any I should try to save?" Duo asked, hoping that this new twist wouldn't make the job any more difficult. He just wanted to get to his nice clean home and his Heero-kun at this point.
Though Quatre's expression barely changed, Duo knew he wouldn't like the answer. "Hai, Duo," He repeated. "All of them."
"Damn," Duo muttered under his breath, lowering his eyes briefly from the screen. He glanced back up. "How many?"
"Nine."
Duo nearly cursed again, but decided against it, seeing how pointless such a manuever would be. "Fine. I save nine scientists." He said at last in a flat voice. "What else did you find out?"
"Well," Quatre leaned back in the chair or couch he was sitting on. "We still don't know what, exactly, the research their conducting there is on, but we think they may be designing a new mobile suit," In a crappy little building in a crappy little town with little security and surrounded by criminals and drug addicts? Duo frowned. That didn't seem too likely-though, had it not been for a little extra information, the Gundam pilots would never have thought to look here for something like that, so perhaps there was a secruity of sorts in the town after all....
"We can tell you what the scientists specialize in," Quatre was saying. "Which is how we deduced the mobile suit theory,"
"Shoot," Duo said, leaning back slightly and folding his arms over his chest.
Quatre cleared his throat, tapping a few keys that Duo couldn't see on his own computer-probably calling up the information that he likely had memorized anyhow. "There are two weapons experts; three engineers; one chemist; two medical doctors and the last one has degrees in most of what I just mentioned there," Quatre hesitated. "There may be more hidden on the base, but those are the ones we could find out about."
"Fine," Duo spit out, unusually acidically. "Anything else?"
"Hai," Quatre responded. "One last thing-the compound is much bigger than we originally thought-it seems to extend under the entire city-there is evident of passageways for nearly a half mile away from the city's heart."
Duo's jaw dropped a fraction of an inch. Damn! This kept getting more and more complicated......With one hand, he reached over and yanked his duffle bag closer to him. Quatre watched him as he quickly went through it. At last, Shinigami's attention returned to his blond friend.
"I still ought to have enough explosives to destroy it," his reported, a small grin tugging at his lips. "After I rescue some people at least-then boom!"
Quatre frantically shook his head. "No, no, Duo, you can't do that." Duo's small smile slipped and he stared at the other boy in confusion. "If you do that," Quatre explained. "You'll end up destroying the entire city-yourself and the scientists included."
Duo sighed, and glared at the screen. "All right," he said sarcasm slipping into his voice. "What exactly do you propose me do then?"
"Destroy the entrance of the compound-the above ground part-like you'd originally planned," Quatre began laying out the plan that he and the other pilots had come up with the night before, foregoing sleep in doing so. "And then get the hostages to safety. We'll join you there, and will effectivly destroy the base, without blowing it up."
Duo scowled. "Ransack it you mean?"
The arabian looked slightly uncomfortable. "Well, in a way, yes I suppose that would be an accurate description..."
"So while I'm in there, searching for some dickhead specialists," Duo growled. His patience was rapidly thinning. Quatre looked at him sharply, but even the sweet boy couldn't cheer the long haired pilot up. "I can put my fist through anything I see fit?"
"Hai..." Quatre said, uncertainty obvious in his voice.
"Hn." Duo sounded uncommonly like Heero. "Okay, thats all fine and dandy, but you realize, as soon as I get in there, they'll contact Oz, and reenforcments will come."
"Hai," Quatre sighed. "We're going to leave as soon as we can, and bring our Gundams."
"So much for low profile," Duo muttered. "And me, without Deathscythe," He sighed and turned his focus back to Quatre, who stared back almost blankly. "Is that it?" The other Gundam pilot nodded. "Fine. Could I speak with Heero please?"
"Arigato, Duo," Quatre said. "But Heero, Trowa and Wufei are out right now....We'll see you soon though," His voice brightened as he said that.
Duo sighed. "Hai," he mumbled. "Later."
"Take care," The kawaii arabian pilot said just as Duo cut the link.
Sorry about some of the spellings, next part should be out soon. Please read and review.
Through the Dark
Part 1
He walked down the street, his long brown braid swinging lightly behind him. He was beautiful, dispite the scowl he wore, with pale skin, hair nearly to his butt and bright violet eyes. The tight black shirt and pants he was clad in accented his fit figure, and as he walked he drew more than one interested eye.
He was Dou, the capable pilot of the Gundam Deathscythe. Usually he was bright and chipper, but as he walked down the dark, damp streets of a small city in Japan, he radiated nothing but danger.
His fist clenched at his side. God, he hated this. He hated being called away on a mission, a dull, simple mission to plant bombs around a suppossedly secret Oz base. He could, just as easily, blow the base sky high with his beloved Gundam in less than half the time, and already he would be home to his lover, Heero, but no. He had to muck around in the small town to blow it up without attracting more attention than was necessary to the Gundams.
At least he knew exactly where the base was now-that was deffinatly a help...
He paused at the grungy little building that served as a hotel, not sure he wanted to go inside just then. Sure, he probably should-his room was there and he could contact the other pilots from a laptop he'd left, carefully hidden, there, but then again the thought of the small room depressed him. Not that the rest of the city was any better at all.....
He sighed and dully opened the door, not even drawing a look from the proprietor who was slumped over the desk with bloodshot eyes. He, like most people in the small, but extrodenarily dirty town, was addicted to a powerful hallucinagin called DARK.
Ignoring the place's owner, Duo carefully made his way up to his room. The room was on the second floor, admist several others. Most of the rooms were occupied-and from the sounds emitting from them there was no question what was going on behind the closed doors. Duo ignored this as he made his way to the end of the hall.
His room was the last on the floor, and the only one with a functional lock (he'd paid considerably more for this little feature, but money was no issue while he, and the other Gundam pilots, were supported by Quatre's generosity, and a lock in a place like this was necessary). He carefully unlocked the door and entered.
The room was just as he'd left it-small, ditry bed unmade, wood floor unswept. The window was nailed shut, and grungy curtains covered it completely. The room still smelled of sweat and human feces. Trying his best to ignore these facts, Duo closed the door. He'd been in a lot worse places, he reminded himself sternly-but then, he'd been living in a spotless mansion for the last few months, that smelled sweetly of a certain blond arabian.
With a grimance, he got gingerly to his knees and reached far under the old bed. Under it was his luggage-laptop, clothes, and plenty of weapons. Luckily, they were still there. His stuff was very specialized, difficult to come by and worth quite a bit, and he didn't trust anyone in this place for an instant.
He pulled the large duffle bag with his things out, and plopped in uncerimonally on the bed, causing the springs to 'clunk' loudly. Sure, there were explosives in there, but they weren't so sensative to go off with a simple impact like that. He unzipped the duffle and pulled out the laptop that he brought, and set it up on the bed.
While he waited for the small computer to load up, he quickly changed into another outfit-identical but cleaner than the one he was currently wearing. When tje computer had finally booted successfully, Shinigami carefully put in a call to the pilots' current safehouse.
Qutre answered quickly, and as soon as he saw who was there, a broad smile grew on his angelic face. "Konnechiwa, Duo!" he greeted the long haired boy with so much enthusiasm that Duo had to smile.
"Konnechiwa, Quatre," He responded. "I've finally found the base," Quatre's smile widened even more. "And I just wanted to see if you guys had any more information on it before I blew it sky high and returned home..."
"Hai, Duo," the arabian answered. "we have some-but only a little." Duo waited expectantly, as Quatre watched. "The base is for research-there are severl top scientists who went missing months ago and were presumed dead in there."
"Any I should try to save?" Duo asked, hoping that this new twist wouldn't make the job any more difficult. He just wanted to get to his nice clean home and his Heero-kun at this point.
Though Quatre's expression barely changed, Duo knew he wouldn't like the answer. "Hai, Duo," He repeated. "All of them."
"Damn," Duo muttered under his breath, lowering his eyes briefly from the screen. He glanced back up. "How many?"
"Nine."
Duo nearly cursed again, but decided against it, seeing how pointless such a manuever would be. "Fine. I save nine scientists." He said at last in a flat voice. "What else did you find out?"
"Well," Quatre leaned back in the chair or couch he was sitting on. "We still don't know what, exactly, the research their conducting there is on, but we think they may be designing a new mobile suit," In a crappy little building in a crappy little town with little security and surrounded by criminals and drug addicts? Duo frowned. That didn't seem too likely-though, had it not been for a little extra information, the Gundam pilots would never have thought to look here for something like that, so perhaps there was a secruity of sorts in the town after all....
"We can tell you what the scientists specialize in," Quatre was saying. "Which is how we deduced the mobile suit theory,"
"Shoot," Duo said, leaning back slightly and folding his arms over his chest.
Quatre cleared his throat, tapping a few keys that Duo couldn't see on his own computer-probably calling up the information that he likely had memorized anyhow. "There are two weapons experts; three engineers; one chemist; two medical doctors and the last one has degrees in most of what I just mentioned there," Quatre hesitated. "There may be more hidden on the base, but those are the ones we could find out about."
"Fine," Duo spit out, unusually acidically. "Anything else?"
"Hai," Quatre responded. "One last thing-the compound is much bigger than we originally thought-it seems to extend under the entire city-there is evident of passageways for nearly a half mile away from the city's heart."
Duo's jaw dropped a fraction of an inch. Damn! This kept getting more and more complicated......With one hand, he reached over and yanked his duffle bag closer to him. Quatre watched him as he quickly went through it. At last, Shinigami's attention returned to his blond friend.
"I still ought to have enough explosives to destroy it," his reported, a small grin tugging at his lips. "After I rescue some people at least-then boom!"
Quatre frantically shook his head. "No, no, Duo, you can't do that." Duo's small smile slipped and he stared at the other boy in confusion. "If you do that," Quatre explained. "You'll end up destroying the entire city-yourself and the scientists included."
Duo sighed, and glared at the screen. "All right," he said sarcasm slipping into his voice. "What exactly do you propose me do then?"
"Destroy the entrance of the compound-the above ground part-like you'd originally planned," Quatre began laying out the plan that he and the other pilots had come up with the night before, foregoing sleep in doing so. "And then get the hostages to safety. We'll join you there, and will effectivly destroy the base, without blowing it up."
Duo scowled. "Ransack it you mean?"
The arabian looked slightly uncomfortable. "Well, in a way, yes I suppose that would be an accurate description..."
"So while I'm in there, searching for some dickhead specialists," Duo growled. His patience was rapidly thinning. Quatre looked at him sharply, but even the sweet boy couldn't cheer the long haired pilot up. "I can put my fist through anything I see fit?"
"Hai..." Quatre said, uncertainty obvious in his voice.
"Hn." Duo sounded uncommonly like Heero. "Okay, thats all fine and dandy, but you realize, as soon as I get in there, they'll contact Oz, and reenforcments will come."
"Hai," Quatre sighed. "We're going to leave as soon as we can, and bring our Gundams."
"So much for low profile," Duo muttered. "And me, without Deathscythe," He sighed and turned his focus back to Quatre, who stared back almost blankly. "Is that it?" The other Gundam pilot nodded. "Fine. Could I speak with Heero please?"
"Arigato, Duo," Quatre said. "But Heero, Trowa and Wufei are out right now....We'll see you soon though," His voice brightened as he said that.
Duo sighed. "Hai," he mumbled. "Later."
"Take care," The kawaii arabian pilot said just as Duo cut the link.
Sorry about some of the spellings, next part should be out soon. Please read and review.