Another day, another mission.  Duo thought sadly.

            It was two am and Duo couldn't sleep.  He and Heero wee at a boarding school run by OZ waiting for orders (the expected them that night).  Duo glanced over at Heero, asleep in his bed.  Wish I could sleep like you buddy, He thought.  "Wish I could sleep with you."  Duo was admiring how peaceful his Hee-chan looked in his sleep.  He laid back down to try to get some more sleep, but it eluded him.  He read his mangas for about an hour or so and looked over to see Heero's face contorted in fear.

            Duo quickly got up and went to his side.  He knew that his partner was having a nightmare about his training; they all did.  What troubled Duo was the fact that Heero's were getting more frequent.  "What's up, Hee-chan?  Why are the Dreams becoming so common?"  Duo kept talking to the sleeping boy as much for himself as for his friend.

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            "Duo… Duo get up!"

            Duo was shoved awake, and, when he saw who had shoved him, all thoughts that Heero might think of him as even a friend that he had had last night vanished.  "I'm up, I'm up."  He sighed, Heero was never going to be nice to him, much less love him.

            "We're going to hit right after classes, you know that right?"

            "Yeah, yeah.  After basketball too.  G-boys did it, in the lounge with the dynamite."

            "Hmmmn," he nodded. "I don't know why you said it in that idiotic way though."

            He's so cold to me, but I can't help but love him.  Duo didn't answer; he just grabbed his bag and walked out.  Their classes went by quickly and so did their basketball practice.  They had no trouble getting into the teachers lounge.  Nor were there any mishaps when setting up the explosives nor getting out of range of injury and blowing up the lounge and the classrooms around it.  There were no problems with witnesses either.  In fact there was no problem until they were getting their stuff together to "transfer schools because they didn't feel safe here."  An administrator came to tell them that a part of their transfer forms was incomplete, when he noticed that they looked suspiciously like two of the Gundam pilots.  By the time that Duo and Heero realized that the man was OZ and that he recognized them, he had already called for backup and alerted the whole place of there presence at the school.

            Heero and Duo got one the nearest bike* and went speeding off down the neighborhood streets.  Duo thought, with the small part of his brain that was not occupied with going as fast as possible while trying to lose his pursuers, that it was a good thing he was driving and not Heero because the farther they went the more terrified the perfect, ore no-so-perfect, soldier got.  Based on how Heero was acting he would have turned around and fought the 50 or so OZies rather tan continue on the road to freedom.**

            "Duo," Heero said into the radios in their helmets, "you gotta turn!"

            "What?!?  Where would you like me to turn? They've fanned out around us.  Plus, unless you want me to drive into a building, there is nowhere to turn!"

            "I don't care how or where, you just have to turn!"  There is defiantly terror in his voice, Duo thought.  He didn't have the time to continue that thought because he was faced with three walls of glass and brick in front and sides of him and 50 odd OZ personnel behind him.

            "Mother fucking bloody hell!  Those fucking bastards!"

            "Duo!  What's wrong? What's ahead? I can't see!"

            "Those bastards herded us into a dead end!  Hold on, we're gonna die."

            "What!?!"  But Heero never got an answer.

To be continued…

*A bike as in motorcycle.

**There was only one way to go.