Story name: I believe
Rate: T, maybe later M
Disclaimer: If I did own GW or The Fast and the Furious (1-2 and 3) and Torque, I'd be rich. But I don't! 0.0'' cries
Chapter:-2- Yeyeen. Firenze Yeyeen.
He smiled softly as he waited for his new family to arrive. The industrial site was a perfect hide out for them. And he waited for hours. He was the most patient pilot of all. He could sit somewhere and wait. And wait, and wait and wait for an endless time until that something that was about to happen, would happen.
From afar he could hear the roaring noise of the upgraded racecars. Loud noise and growling engines, tires that would scream high pitched when the cars stopped all of a sudden or start a race. Firenze didn't said he loved the scent of burning rubber, but he didn't hate it either. It gave him a sense of being home, at the mercenary's camp, when he was younger.
All of a sudden, headlights showed up in the distance. Maybe a few dozen of them, or more, he couldn't tell, since the headlights seemed to be changing place all the time. Firenze knew he had to stay hidden until it was time. At first, the cars of the drivers would appear the cars of the tourists and then the cars of the leader and his gang. Street racing was illegal, but it was a farce. The police hunted them for street racing, not for their true intentions. As long as the police hunted them, no one would stop them. When a Preventer would hunt them, they would be brought to a halt. And Firenze was the perfect man for the job.
He was disgusted due to his clothes. He wore leather and jeans and boots and skintight shirts. He felt awkward in those clothes. He had never worn such clothes. But it was up to the spy and the only one who could successfully infiltrate an organization, to become friends with the leader and find out what they were doing and why. For whom they were working and what their true intentions were.
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The phone rung many times, before Relena could answer it. It was awkward to know that tomorrow was Trowa's funeral and that he was still alive. What if it was Quatre? Or Catherine? The poor woman sat still in her room and did nothing. It was as if she had died and not Trowa. Strange, she said to herself, what is going on here? We can't ask Lady Une about this, it would blow Trowa's cover. But we can't talk about it either. The others wouldn't understand and it would bring not only Trowa, but my family in danger as well. I have to think of my children. Both the kids were already asleep, peaceful, not aware of their mother's concern. Will there never be an end to these battles?
'Won't you ever answer the phone?' It was a soft familiar voice, of a woman who normally tried to oppose her. When she saw Relena, even Dorothy showed her respect.
'The maid let me in… Poor thing! You've been crying!' She took Relena's hands and squeezed them softly. 'Where is Heero when you need him?'
Relena sniffed softly, 'He is with Quatre, and Quatre won't let him go. Quatre is so afraid that… that…' Relena couldn't hold down anymore and before she knew it, she cried her heart out. Dorothy held her close to her, trying to end her sobbing. She hated one thing: tears.
Torn apart Relena couldn't tell Dorothy about this. What would happen to Trowa? What would happen to them? She would destroy his mission and therefore his life. And bring herself, her children, her husband, her family and friends in danger. Or would she tell?
Kimberly entered the salon. 'Mommy, why are you crying?' She carried her stuffed animal, a rabbit, as usual. Kimberly never left without the stuffed animal, and the world would be destroyed if she didn't have it at her side. Even when the toy went into the washing machine, she sat in front of the washing machine, gazed at the toy that was swirled around inside the machine. 'Why are you crying mommy?'
Relena dried her eyes quickly, she felt ashamed that her daughter saw her tears. 'Aunt Dorothy here told me a very sad story. It made me cry.' Her daughters look said she didn't believe it and she got Heero's stoic eyes suddenly. Dorothy, who never saw that look upon the face of the young girl, was left stunned.
'Kimberly… do you know what death is?'
The girl nodded. 'That's when you're not here anymore, but went to heaven.' She said to her mother proudly. Relena gave her daughter a hug and took her into her lap. The stuffed rabbit sat on Dorothy's lap.
'Someone you always loved to play with, Uncle Trowa, went to heaven.'
Kimberly didn't understand quite well. 'Will he never play with me anymore?' she said with a sad tone of voice, 'Will he never tell me stories again?'
Relena shook her head. 'He is with God now.'
Dorothy smiled softly. 'Did Uncle Trowa have a special place in your heart?' Kimberly nodded with tears in her eyes. 'Then you can see hem in your dreams. Dreams come from the heart, did you know?' Kimberly shook her head, she didn't know. She never wondered were dreams come from.
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Later that day Kimberly and Timothy played outside while Relena and Dorothy had tea in the garden.
'I never knew…' Dorothy was shocked to hear the news and what happened last night. 'He… are you sure it was him?' She pored in tea in both empty cups and took two sugar for herself. Her eyes had widened in horror and she trembled. 'You have more authority than I have at the Preventers. You are one step lower in rank than Lady Une, can't you find out anything? I'm just a vice foreign minister, but you are second hand of Lady Une!'
Dorothy shook her head, 'Lady Une isn't even aware of this. She only knows that he died in hospital, due to burns. And neither did I until you told me about this all. A mission you said? I think I need to look this up higher.'
'Higher? Is there another organization that I am not aware off? Does Heero know about this?'
'Heero doesn't know about this.' Heero stepped in the garden. He had left Quatre at last, 'I thought we had an agreement.' The angry look at his face sent the shivers even over Dorothy's spine.
'I'm so sorry Heero…'
'Stop scaring your wife!' Dorothy threw a teacup towards him, which he caught. Some tea spilled over his hand and shoe.
'Quatre is asleep. Duo is with him now.' He took a chair and made himself some tea. 'I have to agree with you both, and something is going on.'
Dorothy saw his stoic look again, 'You're up to something.'
'Not just something. I plan to infiltrate the government. Something fishy is going on and I want to know what. Trowa never fucked up a mission.'
'Watch your language!' Relena said to him, and a second later: 'But you feel it too?'
Heero nodded. 'Trowa is even better than I am. He's always relaxed, calm, like nothing bothers him. I am aware of the fact that everything bothers him, Quatre and Catherine the most. He's… something is going on. Relena, can you…' Heero didn't know what to do. Never did a mission involve one of his friends or family.
Relena smiled softly, a plan was forming, slow and not yet visible, but it was forming, 'I'll see what I can do, I think a meeting with the president would be the best.'
'You learn quickly.' Heero gave her one of his rare smiles, and even made Dorothy happy when she spotted him smiling. I need to get married soon, she thought.
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Firenze smiled, satisfied. At least one hundred upgraded cars were there now. But he hadn't seen the cars of the leaders yet. It was probably classy to arrive late or something. Relena sometimes did because it was supposed to be classy. But when he thought about them, and his former family and friends, he heard more engines purring. Five pairs of headlights appeared on the horizon and quickly made their way towards the industrial sight. No sirens. Good, he didn't need the police tonight. When the five cars passed by, he waited ten more minutes before he took off in his own upgraded car. The engine purred softly when he drove the car from the small alley towards the group of racing-lovers, car owners and an even bigger share of fans. The longer they were there, the more fans arrived and gazed at the cars as if they were in a show room. In fact, this was just show, the racings hadn't even started yet. Loud roaring engines and polished cars and beautiful interiors en exteriors in the most delicate paintings and colors were shown. Hundreds of people walked by and talked to the owners, asked what kind of engines, colors or NOS-systems they had. This was Street Racing Heaven!
When Firenze got out of the car, men and women turned around to see the newest arrival. He was just as surprised as they were and before he knew it, he had his share of admirers. A dark tanned man dressed in sort of hip-hop clothing walked over.
'You new here boy?' He spoke as if he came from a ghetto. Firenze nodded and observed the man.
'And you?'
The dark tanned man laughed out loud and everybody laughed with him. Firenze did the same. 'I've been here for a couple of years, boy. I own da place.' Firenze didn't like the way he spoke, or the way he took a young woman from the crowd and held her close to his body.
'Never thought you owned my place Triage.' A bald man with arms and legs as thick as a tree, a chest as wide as an ox came towards them, 'Go back to your car Triage.' For a moment he gave the pale man a threatening glare, but the pale man wasn't about to give way. The dark tanned man finally nodded and left.
'Prye, Rinox Prye.' he said to Firenze and nodded to him. 'Your name?'
Firenze heard Rinox, probably short for rhino and ox. Damn, he wouldn't want to fight off this man. But Wirrenth was something he had never heard before.
He wanted to say Barton. Trowa Barton. But he didn't. 'Yeyeen. Firenze Yeyeen.' Rinox took a good look at him. One bang seemed to cover an eye, the other eye was stoic. Maybe he had lost one or something. For a racer he was pretty young, but not too young. Rinox always turned the youngsters down.
'And your age is?' Rinox asked him.
Firenze knew he was older due to his new ID, and said: '25.' The truth was, he was only 21 years old. He thought it might be the best way to answer his questions, unless he didn't like the tone of voice or the questions.
He let Rinox take a good look at his car, the man touched the exterior and some of the leather interior. Firenze knew that it wasn't about the exterior, which was streamlined and the roof was only 1.5 meter from the ground. The tires were designed from a special material; they weren't affected by snow, rain, heat or ice. A comforting idea was that the tires wouldn't wear out easily.
'Can you pop the hood?' Firenze nodded, and popped it when he sat down behind the wheel. Rinox took a good look at the shiny engine and other parts of the car. He turned around and yelled: 'Wirrenth!'
It was some sort of high pitched sound. But there was a young woman who reacted to that sound. 'What is it, Rinox?'
Although Rinox had the features of a bodybuilder, Firenze could see that they were siblings. She wasn't muscular, but well toned and slightly tanned. She was just a few inches smaller than her older brother and had long slim legs and arms. To Firenze it was obvious that she wasn't used to hard labor like her brother. She had a heart-shaped face, full lips and her upper lip had the shape of a hand bow. Half long cut hair that curled at the ends of every strain of hair and strange lavender colored eyes hidden by long eyelashes.
Her voice was soft and warm. 'Leave the car, if you please.' she said to Firenze, who followed her order. Then she sat down in the drivers seat and gazed at the internal computer of the car. Within seconds she worked her way into the computer and found out what the computer and the car could do.
'He can use this computer for racing. All he has to do is drive the car; the computer will do the rest. It even searches the best route!' she got out and addressed Firenze. 'Are you a thief?'
Firenze didn't know what to answer the girl.
'Answer her!' Rinox suddenly got aggressive.
'No…' Wirrenth said, 'this is not my work. But I would like to know how you or someone else designed it.' She was delighted with the fact that someone else could design such beautiful computers. Firenze was somewhat proud of himself, but didn't showed that to them. They might become his enemies after tonight.
Rinox smiled at him, 'Wirrenth likes you already!' the young woman got out of the car and stood beside it.
'Brother… Are those sirens?' She stared in the distance and alerted her brother.
'What the!' Rinox saw that someone familiar drove away in his car, and the same happened to Wirr. She tried to stop the familiar thief who drove away with her precious vehicle, but ended up the hood and tumbled over the car before she hit the ground again. Rinox watched in horror, he ran over and took his younger sister in his arms.
'Wirrenth! Wirrenth!' he cried and shook her.
Firenze was still his calm self. 'Not broken any bones?' he asked the pale man, 'lay her at the back seat of the car, and take the front seat.' He had already opened the doors. 'Well?'
Rinox hesitated for a second, than he got up and did as Firenze said. Before the doors were closed, Firenze had the engine started up; it purred like a kitten.
'Hold fast.' he exclaimed. Firenze engaged the NOS system before his vehicle had reached top speed. Within seconds he reached 150 kilometers an hour and counting. Already impressed by the skills of the car, Rinox hadn't even seen half. He didn't flee for the cops, he made his car spin uncontrollably like he had lost power over the wheel. Two cars hit the vehicle, but Firenze didn't surrender. Demolishing two other cars he made sure that the cops were way too busy taking care of their comrades and not worry about him. Now Rinox was totally impressed.
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Terry was flabbergasted when he saw Rinox at the house. In someone else's car. This was a party crasher, for sure. Especially when he saw that Rinox carried his sister cupped in his arms to the house. Some people already fled the house, carefully avoiding the angry Rinox who made his way into the house.
'Terry!' he yelled, 'Where are you man!'
Carefully Terry showed himself.
'Who took her car?' He gazed over his shoulder and saw that Firenze stood behind him. 'You son of a bitch!'
Rinox swirled around on his feet and gave his precious cargo to Firenze, 'Alana, bring them to Wirrenth's room.' Alana waited a second, flabbergasted by the new developments. 'Alana!' Rinox voice could be compared to a bomb exploding. It was an explosion of sound. He saw that Firenze followed Alana up the stairs. Alana was a woman in her mid twenties, with thick brown hair and an almost golden skin. But Rinox didn't pay attention to his girl, his eyes were furious.
'You and me, outside… now.' Rinox growled angry, 'You took her car and tried to kill her!'
Firenze could hear the sounds of a fist fight outside the house.
'You should wait outside.' Alana tried to get rid of him, but he shook his head and stayed with Wirrenth.
Her room was sober, small and didn't contain much furniture. A closet with some clothes, a desk with papers, a book cabinet and a bed with night stand was the only furniture in her room. A lamp on the ceiling and one at the night stand were the only lights in the room. Her curtains were closed and the blinds were down. He didn't need a clock to know it was getting late at night. Normally he would be lying next to Quatre, and holding him close to his body. A sad feeling came over him. This was his first mission alone. He was a spy, but didn't know everything yet. He had to infiltrate in a street racing gang, and he did, for now. He had to find out why they were stealing so much electronics. Not DVD-players, or TVs, but electronics for the interior of MS and MD.
He got a soft smile on his lips when he saw that Wirrenth fought against the unconsciousness and finally opened her lavender colored eyes to gaze into his own emeralds. Alana was completely forgotten when she came back to clean up her boyfriend's sisters. Firenze stroked her face.
'You gave your brother and me the shivers when that car hit you.'
She didn't answer right away, but gazed into his emerald eyes, 'The police… did they catch my brother…?'
He could tell she suffered from a car accident. Firenze smiled. 'No. How else did you get into your bed?' Finally she stared into the room and recognized it as hers.
When she tried to sit up straight, he gently pushed her back into bed. 'You have a concussion, and you should lie down for at least twenty four hours. I've seen this before, so I know what to do.'
He smiled and took the bowl with water and dry clothes out of Alana's hands. She had become useless and left the room in anger. How dared he? But he had driven Rinox and Wirrenth here. It wasn't her right to get angry at a guest. He would leave soon. And then she would be mistress of the house again!
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Firenze waited a minute to make sure she was asleep. Then he took out a small mobile phone with a vid-phone and small notebook with e-mail functions. In seconds he had written a message and sent it to the HQ.
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Gayle smiled when she finally got his first message.
'The first day and he infiltrated already.' She smiled, satisfied, and sent the message to her superior. Before she did, she read the message one more time:
Sir,
Infiltrated gang for at least one day. Don't know what will happen tomorrow. Saved leader's - Rinox Prye - sister Wirrenth Prye. Suspects nothing. Advice?
Firenze.
Man, that guy was handsome! To bad it was a suicide mission. To bad he didn't know that.
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Firenze didn't need advice, only about one thing: autism.
TBC - for now...
This was the only chappie which (hopefully)was similar to several scenes of The Fast and the Furious. Next chapters do contain racing scenes, MS, MD and more...
