If you do read the story, and you flame me well, I gave you a fair warning and if your parents have to spend a thousand dollars on therapy 'cause your traumatized, you can't blame me.
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Eyes of Sapphire, Heart of Glass
Prologue
By: vannadear
[Starting transmission
Pilots 01,02,03,04, and 05:
Your mission is to retrieve extremely valuable plans that have recently been removed from our care. Our base was infiltrated by your target, an OZ lieutenant known only as Beryl. We are unsure of how an OZ officer managed to discover our intentions to build another Gundam, but we have confirmed video footage that will be transmitted shortly so that you will easily be able to identify and eliminate her.
At exactly 1200 hours, pilots 02 and 03 are to infiltrate the Juan Jose base, retrieve the plans and eliminate Beryl so that her knowledge of our inner workings will no longer be a threat. Meanwhile, pilots 01, 04 and 05 will proceed to launch an attack to take out their armaments and provide the necessary distraction. The data is extremely delicate in nature, which she will most likely keep in her quarters.
Our inside source informs us that General Kushrenada will be flying in for a meeting with Beryl at 1400 hours, most likely to expose our plans and exploit them so that they may have a Gundam of their own. Retrieval of this information is vital in our continued survival in the war; the consequences of OZ having a Gundam at their command will be dire. Do not fail. Following are the coordinates for the Juan Jose Base, the safe house that has been set up in Cancun for post mission recovery, and the video surveillance of your target.
[Transmitting Data
[Transmission Complete.
Five pairs of eyes searched each others faces within the silent room, as information scrolled down the screen. They understood what horrors would be unleashed on the colonies if the OZ organization had something as dangerous and powerful as a Gundam at their command, and had no intention of seeing such havoc realized. Four heads turned to the boy sitting at the laptop, each grimly nodding their acceptance to do what was needed to protect more lives. Heero Yuy closed his eyes in acknowledgement before breaking the heavy silence.
"Ninmu Ryokai."
Duo Maxwell and Trowa Barton moved silently through the dark hallways. The sounds of explosions and screams could be heard from the surrounding area but beyond the commotion seeping through the walls the base itself was rather desolate, empty.
The stealthier of the two was taking point, layouts for the corridors danced through his mind swiftly. His meter length braid swinging in and out of the shadows as he easily found the door to Beryl's quarters. He stopped next to the door in a crouch before signaling that he had found the correct residence. Trowa turned the corner silently, before quickly crouching on Duo's left. He opened a small flap on the satchel that was slung around his torso deftly removed a pack of cigarettes which he then passed to Duo.
The long-haired pilot quirked his lips slightly before flicking open the top with his thumb and revealing a series of stainless steel lock picks. The master street-rat chose two of the smaller picks and quickly went to work on the lock, opening the barrier in less than ten seconds with a faint 'click'. Task completed, he then stuffed the inconspicuous case into his back pocket and turned the knob, pushing the door open. One glance into the smoky candle-lit room had caused the god of death to freeze, and as Trowa shifted in the doorway next to him to see inside; he found his reaction to be the same.
For there on the large dark bed of their target, lay the body of a teenage girl. Her wrists and ankles had been tightly lashed to each of the four bed-posts; her nudity was blatantly apparent save for the long golden blond hair that covered her shivering body head to toe. The black leather choker adorning her neck stood out in a sharp contrast with her pale skin, as did the crimson teardrop dangling in the hollow of her collarbone.
T. B. C.