-Kindred Spirits-
Summary: Kindred Spirits deals with an alternate Gundam Wing universe - a universe where mechas don't exist and where nothing but a fragile peace holds together a world divided by two hostile governments. It is a universe where Heero Yuy is a normal college student, leading what he believes to be a normal life, until a certain braided teenager drops into said life and changes everything that he holds true. He finds out the truth about himself, and about the world around him. The hidden menace behind the Dreams that plague all of humanity is laid bare before him - a dark fate that he could well be destined to thwart...or to fulfill.
Standard disclaimer applies.
AN: Kindred Spirits does NOT belong to me. I DID NOT write this. This story was written by someone else, a guy that goes by the name Sandrock. I happened upon this story over the summer as I was checking some Gundam Wing websites. The website was a typical Gundam Wing website with fanfictions and info on GW. Unfortunately, the website has been inactive for almost 5 years. I started reading this, and it instantly became one of my most favorites fanfics. This story had such a unique and original plot. So unlike any of the GW fanfics I've read on FFN. So I decided to post this story under my profile so that all of you can read it and hopefully enjoy it too.
Chapter 2 - Eternal Destiny
April 17 AC 195 Singapore-
Quatre Raberba Winner leaned heavily into the large comforting contours of his chair as he watched the huge oak double doors of his office slowly close, an almost inaudible creaking marking their progress. He found himself thinking, pondering on what had just transpired. Mulling over what he had just agreed to.
He sighed. It had been an incessant worry for a number of months now, starting with his first meeting with Solo Maxwell.
He clenched a fist, his face growing slightly dark. He had been traveling along a relatively clear road in central Los Angeles, heading back to Asia after an important conference regarding a company he had just acquired. The conference had gone well, and he was pleased with himself, engaging the driver in light banter. Neither the blond youth nor the driver noticed the teenage guy crossing the road, right in front of the car. Not until it was too late.
The driver had attempted to stop, but the boy had been too close, and the inevitable had happened.
Quatre blinked.
'I should just have left him there.'
Immediately, he chided himself for thinking that. The voice in his mind seemed to stir.
Quatre, you know you could never do that. You didn't do that. This gruff, uncaring exterior - it's not you. You try to be unemotional, distant to everyone, but, you know...you cannot be what you are not.
The young blond shook his head violently, his thoughts warring within.
'No...no doubts! I have to be...like this. I can't be weak. I have to be strong! You know that!'
He slumped in his chair, swiveling around to stare at the city skyline as though to derive solace, a sliver of sanctuary from his rampaging inner thoughts.
He had leapt out of the car, rushed to the front where the boy lay motionless. The road had been marred with a deep red that was only too sickeningly identifiable, and Quatre could not help but grimace at the sight. He had shouted for the driver to call for the paramedics, simultaneously reaching to feel the boy's neck, careful not to move him in any way. A faint sense of hope stirred inside Quatre as he felt the steady, if faint, beating of the boy's pulse.
The paramedics had been fast, reaching the scene within minutes. As they loaded the boy carefully into the ambulance, Quatre had taken a moment to study him. Most of his features were covered with blood; it was hard to see anything, and his eyes were closed. He was dressed simply - most of it now stained red. One thing Quatre hadn't been able to miss, though, was the thick, long braid of chestnut-brown hair flowing down the length of his back.
Quatre had spoken to the paramedics, informing them to charge the boy's medical expenses to his corporate account. The Maganac Corporation was large enough to be recognized world-wide, and the paramedic's eyes widened ever so slightly as he realized who he was talking to. Quatre had also left instructions to be informed of the boy's status, despite knowing that, from the look in the other's eyes, the boy's chances of survival were very slim.
Two weeks later, Quatre had received an email from the Los Angeles hospital the boy had been sent to, stating that the boy had made a complete recovery after days in intensive care. The report did not elaborate, and Quatre did not ask. The boy had survived, and that was all that mattered.
The blonde teen sighed. Several days after that, the boy had shown up at his office, identifying himself as Solo Maxwell. Everything had gone downhill from there.
A sudden rush of feeling struck Quatre hard, breaking his train of thought, and he reacted as though struck with a blow. Looking up at the door to his office, he whispered a single word, a name.
"Iria."
She was outside. He just knew.
The door flew open with a bang, admitting a young woman. Older than Quatre by a few years, her short crop of brunette hair was a marked contrast to Quatre's blonde. She stood at the door for a moment, watching as Quatre gazed coolly at her. She carried a small black folder nestled in one arm, her whole body tense, and her face a stolid mask that seemed to be keeping a raging fire barely in check. Slowly, she deliberately made her way over, and Quatre listened as her heels made soft, repetitive clicking sounds against the hard blue marble that tiled the floor - watching as the indignation he felt seething in her allowed itself to invade the way she walked.
She reached his table, slamming the folder down hard - a resounding crack that startled even herself. Quatre remained still, refusing to give in, even emotionally.
Iria Winner, older sister of Quatre Raberba Winner and Chief Financial Officer of the Maganac Corporation, stared down at her younger brother seated in his chair. Her voice was ice.
"Would you care to explain what all this is about? And why was it sprung on me only now?"
Quatre looked at her, meeting her cold gaze with one of his own, his hands folded on the table. He spoke.
"Rashid."
The large man entered the room, "Yes, sir?"
Quatre turned on him, his deep sapphire eyes gleaming like shards of crystal. His brow creased into a frown, he spoke softly, "What did I tell you about letting anyone in here unannounced?"
Rashid gave a start, then found himself standing up a little straighter.
"Sir, I-", he began.
Quatre slammed a fist down on the table, cutting him short, "No excuses, Rashid! No one is supposed to come in here without me knowing beforehand!"
The nagging voice that lived inside his head sprung to life. But you knew...Quatre gritted his teeth, and tried to ignore it.
The large man looked chastised, "I didn't expect that you'd include Miss Iria-"
He was cut off again, backing away slightly as Quatre shouted in fury, "NO one, Rashid! No one at all! Is that clear?!"
Rashid was trembling, "As.. as you command, sir."
Quatre snarled, "Get out of here. Now." Turning his back even before Rashid left the office. He didn't want anyone to see the sickened look on his face.
Again, the voice whispered in his head, an unwanted counsel. You were too hard on him. He doesn't know why you're so insistent on this. You don't want anyone to know, do you? You -don't- need anyone to tell you who'll be through that door next. You kn-
Quatre yelled, shaking his head violently, "Shut up!!"
"I haven't said a thing. Besides asking you that question. Which you still haven't answered."
The young blond shivered, having forgotten that Iria was still standing there. Masking his face with cool detachment again, he turned back to look at her. The indignation on her face was still evident, though Quatre could...tell that a tinge of worry had crept into her. He flushed. She was worried about him.
He would not relent, his voice steady and firm as he replied, "All you have to know is that you have to approve it. And sign there." he pointed casually towards the folder.
She picked up the folder, staring at her brother's signature on the documents, staring at the empty space next to it where her signature was supposed to be. She looked up at Quatre incredulously, "You want me to approve diverting almost twenty percent of our financial resources into the black fund? Without knowing what it's going in there for? Are you out of your mind?"
Quatre simply looked at her, "Sign it, or I'll find someone who -will-." The threat was evident.
The young blond watched as his sister stiffened in front of him. Inside, Quatre trembled. 'Please, Iria, don't fight. I can't back down, but...please, sister...'
Her face was a blank mask, but Quatre could feel the fury bottled up inside her. When she spoke, her voice was a match for his.
"Very well then, sir..." She didn't emphasize the title, nor was there any trace of sarcasm in her voice, but that she had called him that struck Quatre hard. Iria made her way out of the office slowly, turning back once she reached the door, the look on her face clearly one of disappointment, and hurt.
"I'll have it signed by tomorrow morning." The door slammed shut behind her.
Reaching into one of his drawers, Quatre drew out a small remote control and aimed it at the door, a soft click indicating the lock had been activated. He put it away mechanically, swiveling his chair to face the skyline.
And wept. Silently.
'I'm sorry...Iria...Rashid...I'm...sorry.'
AC 195 April 17 Los Angeles-
The two youths simply looked at each other for what seemed like ages - one whose face was a mask of incomprehension, the other a knowing yet mischievous smirk.
Heero Yuy swallowed, a little uncomfortably, as he met the gaze of the black-clad youth smirking at him as though nothing had happened. Lifting a hand to brush away the locks of dark brown hair obscuring his vision, Heero found his voice. Deep blue met sparkling amethyst.
"You were...sent to find me?"
Duo Maxwell broke into a grin, placing his hands on his hips, "That's right."
Heero tensed visibly. Sometimes, having someone sent to 'find' you meant a lot more than being invited over for tea. Especially if the one sent was dressed like Death itself, and had just thrown a man three times his size out the front door like a piece of paper.
His eyes scanned the counter for something... anything he could possibly use as a weapon, for all the good it would do. After seeing what the youth standing in front of him could do, he bore no illusions. If it came down to defending himself... he wouldn't stand a chance.
Duo quirked an eyebrow at him, as though realizing what Heero was thinking.
He rolled his eyes, sighing, "Look, here's the deal. I'm not gonna hurt you or anything. I was sent to find you, not -kill- you! Why do you think I saved you from that jackass?!"
The Japanese youth stared at the other boy. His mind was screaming at him, yelling caution and danger at every turn. Yet, the boy was... vaguely familiar. Something intangible within him was responding to this youth - he bore a sense of closeness, of familiarity. Like...
...a kindred spirit.
Despite what his mind was saying, instinct was telling him to trust the boy. He looked down.
"Who's...looking for me?"
The one who called himself Duo grinned broadly as he leaned forward to place one elbow on the counter, propping his head up on his hand as huge amethyst eyes blinked at Heero. His free hand came up to wag a finger at the Japanese youth.
"I can't tell you that. Not just now, anyway. I was only supposed to locate you, then bring you back with me."
Heero tensed again. The fears returned.
"Where are you supposed to take me?"
Duo stared at the boy behind the counter for a moment, sighing. Gazing firmly into Heero's eyes, he reached over and placed a hand on Heero's shoulder, squeezing lightly, a gesture meant to help him relax.
Instead, Duo felt Heero tense even more, trembling slightly.
The braided teen shook his head in desperation. The other was too shaken up by what transpired to listen to him rationally. He sighed. Perhaps, his job might have been a little easier if he hadn't intervened. After all, the robber would've just left after getting his cash, and Duo would've had all the time in the world to work on Heero. 'Why'd I have to go and butt in?'
The braided youth shook his head. It wasn't that. Something had just...triggered inside him when he saw Heero at gunpoint. It was odd, almost inexplicable really, but there had been an overwhelming urge to protect him, to prevent him from getting hurt.
He turned back to the Japanese youth still looking at him and trembling. There would be time enough later to deal with his odd reaction. He spoke, his voice soft.
"Look, Heero...I know you have no reason to trust me, and I know I didn't exactly make a good first impression...but you gotta believe me when I say I'm not gonna hurt you. I know the only thing on your mind right now is to run away or hide or something...but I'm not lying, Heero. I don't lie. I'm here to protect you."
Heero blinked.
I know the only thing on your mind right now is to run away or hide or something...
He runs... he hides...
...but I'm not lying, Heero. I don't lie.
... but he never lies.
The odd sense of trust returned. He looked up at the braided teen.
"Okay."
Duo smiled, "Cool. Now, I know you probably can't go anywhere right now," he stared at the mess in front of the store, his smile becoming somewhat sheepish, "...sorry 'bout the mess...I know you're probably the one whose gonna clean it up, but I'll pay for the damages."
He turned to look at Heero again, as he deftly did up the buttons on his windbreaker to hide the bloodstains on his T-shirt, "Can you meet me at lunch? There's a quiet alley way five blocks down. I'll bring you to them, then."
Their eyes met.
Heero nodded.
AC 195 April 17 Singapore-
Quatre Raberba Winner drew his jacket tightly around his small frame, trying to ward off the chilly night breeze that sent his light-golden locks flying in all directions. Patiently waiting for the open-air transport to shuttle him to the private jet awaiting his arrival somewhere on the huge runways of Singapore's Changi Airport, he shivered slightly, his mind making a feeble effort at blocking out all his stray thoughts.
Next to him, Rashid stood silently, aloof and withdrawn. Quatre tried to ignore him, even while a small part screamed at him to go and salvage this situation. 'I...can't back down.' He shuffled his feet uncomfortably.
The silhouette of his private jet came into view, and Quatre uttered a silent prayer of thanks. The transport eased to a halt, and both passengers alighted, making their way towards the aircraft. The aircraft crew nodded politely by way of greeting as he boarded, and he asked one of the attendants a passing question.
She smiled, the answer ready on her lips, "If we take off immediately, we should reach Los Angeles around 2pm EST."
Quatre nodded, "Tell the pilot to do so. Rashid, take the bags and put them away. Then, get some rest. I'll take care of things myself."
"Th...thank you, sir."
AC 195 April 17 Los Angeles-
The store finally cleaned up, Heero Yuy gave a quick wave to the colleague who was taking over from him. Grateful to finally be able to change out of the gaudy green-and-blue uniform of that particular convenience chain, he had garbed himself in his more familiar T-shirt and jeans ensemble. Normally, he would spend the time walking home planning out the rest of his day - when he had to be at the campus for class, and if he had any social activities planned for the night. Today, however, as he made his way towards the alleyway five blocks down, Heero found himself thinking about the enigmatic black-clad youth who had just stormed into his life this morning. Who the hell was he? And how did he do all those things he did?
Most importantly...why the hell did he seem so familiar?
Heero shook his head, his mind unable to shake the memory of Duo's startling abilities. It couldn't be anything to do with the genetic modification fiasco of the decade before, could it? The Euro-American Alliance had scrapped the whole project after the initial tests had produced...horrifying results in the test subjects. Besides, the Asian Federation had made quite a huge political ruckus over the incident and in the interest of maintaining the fragile state of world peace that had lasted precariously for centuries, the Alliance had scrapped the project.
"Heeeeero!"
So deep in thought was Heero that he jumped as the shrill voice reverberated across the street. Flushing red, ignoring the odd looks the passerby were giving him, he turned to face the one he knew would be there. He forced a smile, staring at the girl now hooked onto his arm.
"Misako...uh...hi..." he managed to say, as he gently tried to remove her vise-like grip on his upper arm.
Inwardly, Heero sighed. Misako was a fellow student from his school, taking most of the same classes he was. That meant they spent a lot of time together. Cheerful to the point of bubbly, she had attached herself to him from the first day he had stepped into class. When she discovered he was from Tokyo as well, everything had gotten worse.
She grinned, swinging her free hand melodramatically as she walked, "So, whatcha been doin', Heero-kun?" The hand gripping Heero's arm squeezed tighter, "Wait...don't tell me...you've been working out, right?"
Heero, still trying to pry off her hand, looked at her silently. Deep black curled locks swept down towards her shoulders, outlining her petite frame as she walked - an ironic contrast to the bright psychedelic colors she loved to wear. Large brown eyes gazed fondly at him, casting a look so demure it had to be fake. The ring she had pierced into her nose didn't help much either.
Heero supposed she could be considered...nice. In a way. After a fashion.
Heero, realizing he was staring at her, abruptly turned his head and cast his gaze down, mumbling, "I'm meeting someone. An old...friend."
Immediately, she let go of his arm and stopped walking. Heero suppressed a sigh. 'Not again.' Why did she have to do this -every time- he said he was busy?
He turned back to where she had stopped.
She was looking down.
"I thought...we could have lunch together."
Shaking his head slightly, he walked the few steps back towards her, "Look...Misako, I promised him I'd meet him today. He said it was really important."
To his surprise, she brightened up visibly. She met his gaze, grinning madly, "Oh...I see! You're going to meet a -him-...uh, I mean, you're gonna meet -him-! In that case, I don't see why you shouldn't..."
She paused momentarily, then quietly asked, "Meet you for dinner?"
Heero repressed a shudder as he realized the reason for her change in mood. In the moment of confusion as the thought sank in, he answered, saying the first thing that came to mind.
"Uh...yeah..."
The girl made a sound much like a rat being stepped down, and looked as though she were about to faint. She leapt at him, wrapped her arms around him, and landed a kiss right smack on his lips. Her eyes were closed, so she didn't have the opportunity to see the way Heero's eyes bulged out in shock.
He tried frantically to extricate himself, tried to push her away. From the sounds she was making, it appeared she thought he was trying to grope her.
Heero flushed a deeper red.
Finally, after five infinite seconds, she broke the kiss, running away laughing, shouting back at him, "Great! See you at seven, then!" She blew another kiss at him.
A deeper, smooth voice broke into Heero's now numbed mind.
"That was...amusing."
He jerked in the direction of the voice, spotting Duo leaning against a wall a few meters ahead, grinning at him. Walking hastily towards the boy, he said simply, "She's a...classmate."
Duo quirked an eyebrow, still grinning, "A classmate...Right."
Heero glared at him for a second, then hastily looked at his feet.
The amused lilt in Duo's voice remained, "C'mon, let's get you in the ca-."
Abruptly, Duo halted.
Heero looked up. Duo was staring at something far off in the distance, up at one of the buildings.
Heero squinted in that direction. Nothing.
He was about to turn back towards the black-clad American, when Duo suddenly yelled, "Get down!"
Heero had no time to react before Duo grabbed his shoulder and shoved him away. The Japanese youth hit the ground with a dull thud, wincing from the impact. He looked up, allowing a slight tinge of irritation to creep into his voice, a mere shadow of what he was feeling within, "What was that all...? He cut short abruptly as he saw what Duo was holding. The braided youth's hand was right at the spot where Heero's torso would've been if he had been standing. A hand that was clutching at the long shaft of a crossbow bolt.
Heero's mind froze, putting two and two together. A crossbow. Someone had fired a crossbow bolt at him. The weapon of choice of professional assassins. Silent, yet as accurate and deadly as any firearm, the crossbow had been revived from its medieval inception and enhanced with modern technology into a weapon feared by rich businessmen and politicians alike. But, certainly not one a Japanese college student struggling to earn a living should have to worry about.
Duo tightened his grip on the bolt, snapping the wooden shaft in half as Heero scrambled to his feet, hissing, "What the hell is this, Duo? What have you gotten me into?!" He didn't care who Duo was anymore, or if he would take offense at being talked to like that. The anger inside Heero had to come out, and he was doing a fine job of it now.
Duo had the decency to look a little shamed. He looked at Heero, "Don't ask. Come." He grabbed Heero by the arm, literally dragging the other boy with him towards a small, unmarked car. He motioned for Heero to get in, waiting for him before getting in himself, starting the engine, and driving off.
The assassin removed the scope affixed in front of his eye and deactivated it. Deep blue eyes watched the small car as it drove off. Dismantling the crossbow, and placing it back in its casing, the youth couldn't help but shake his head in disgust. He had been too late. They had gotten to him first.
Opening a separate bag, he accidentally tossed out a large brown folder, spilling its contents out on the floor. A large photo of the boy named Heero Yuy fell out, along with some documents clearly marked CONFIDENTIAL. Documents clearly marked with the seal of the Asian Federation. The youth slammed a fist on the floor. A lot of people had risked their lives to gain that data...and he had screwed it all up by being too late.
Fishing out a small mirror and some hairstyling tools, the youth busied himself with his hair. He usually made it a point to disguise himself while on such missions. In the unlikely event that he was discovered, he had a completely separate identity to use. No one would be able to recognize him.
No one had caught him before. And he had never missed his target. Until now. And it was only because of that Maxwell kid.
With practiced ease, his blue eyes narrowed in concentration as he worked to style his thick brown locks back into the way he usually wore his hair, brushed forward into a thick bang that covered one eye - something he felt added to the aura of mystery that surrounded him. Removing the contacts that changed his eye color, he blinked twice, and deep brown eyes stared wistfully out the window once more, gazing where he had missed his first target. For the moment.
Unhurriedly packing his tools, he retrieved the scattered folder and placed in back in the bag. He stood up, silently, and proceeded to report his failure.
Heero was silent as he sat in the car, watching Duo warily as he drove, swerving recklessly yet precisely through midday traffic. For once, Duo wasn't saying anything either.
The Japanese youth looked at him for a full minute before speaking.
"Duo."
"Yeah?"
"...Thank you."
The braided teen glanced over his shoulder at Heero, a questioning look evident on his face, "For what?"
"For saving me again. If you hadn't...intercepted that arrow..."
Duo grinned, brushing it aside with a wave of his hand, "Don't mention it."
Heero paused for a moment, as if deciding something.
"Duo...can I ask you something?"
Duo looked at him, "Sure...I guess...no, wait, hold that thought. We're here."
The car was pulling up to a large unmarked door, nestled almost invisibly along a quiet alleyway. On cue, the door began sliding open, admitting the vehicle. Duo drummed his fingers on the dashboard as they waited for the door to close behind them, sending the cavernous room they were in into pitch-blackness.
Without warning, the vehicle began moving on its own power, and it took Heero a few seconds to get accustomed to the darkness to realize that they were on a conveyor belt. The conveyor turned left, into a large elevator built into the wall. The doors of the elevator closed behind them, and Heero felt his gut rise as the elevator plummeted downwards at great speed. In the meantime, Duo had reclined his seat, and his feet were now resting on the dashboard. He quirked yet another grin at Heero.
Abruptly, the lift stopped, and the doors opened, revealing a small reception chamber. Three people were standing there, apparently ready to greet him.
Duo leapt out of the car, walking up to the trio. Heero heard him saying something that sounded vaguely like, "That's him."
The first person nodded.
Heero slowly opened the car door, heading in their direction, taking the time to study the three. The man in the lead towered over both his two companions and Duo, and fine tendrils of soft hair curved down towards his shoulder, the stark white color accentuating the light blue of his eyes. He was dressed in simple shades of cream and white, the only element of color a small badge he wore on the left breast of his coat. Shaped like a long silver sword surrounded by a wreath of green laurels, the badge glinted in the room's illumination.
His two companions were female. The one on his left had short-cropped dark blue hair with a slight fringe that favored the right side of her face, slightly covering her eyes. The one on his right had light brown hair that was nearly as long as Duo's, reaching her waist, tied into a neat ponytail as opposed to Duo's braid. A neat fringe framed her ice-blue eyes. Both were wearing muted greys, and the same badge.
It was beginning to look like some cheesy science fiction show.
The man in front extended a hand to Heero, his deep sonorous voice reverberating throughout the room.
"You are Heero Yuy? Good. My name is Zechs Merquise; I am director of operations here. These are my associates, Lucrezia Noin, and Relena Darlian."
Both the women nodded at him.
Heero's gaze took it all three of them, "Are you the ones looking for me?"
Zechs' smile was knowing, "Yes and no. If you'll follow me, I'll bring you to those who requested your presence."
At Heero's nod, Zechs turned to Duo, a small smile on his face, "Excellent performance, Duo. Father would be proud of your work today. Why don't you go report to Sister? Solo should be back soon, and according to our logs, both of you are well past your scheduled maint-".
An insistent tap on his shoulder made Zechs look at Relena, a frown evident on her face. She turned to the braided youth, "Go see Sister, Duo. She's been waiting for you."
Duo shrugged, "Whatever." He winked at Heero before leaving, "Catch ya later!", exiting through a side door.
The one introduced as Lucrezia Noin took Heero by the arm, leading him through another door, with Zechs and Relena bringing up the rear. They made their way through what seemed to Heero to be a rabbit warren, identical grey-painted corridors illuminated brightly with numerous fluorescent lights. After twisting and turning for about five minutes, Heero abruptly stopped, turning to face the three, his face portraying an emotion that could have been stubbornness...or fear.
"Look...I'm not going to go further until I get at least some of my questions answered."
Zechs eyed him slowly, and Heero felt an unconscious urge to back away...to back down. He fought the urge, forcing himself to meet Zechs' gaze.
The white-haired man nodded, "Very well, then. I will answer one question, and no more. Those seeking you do not like being kept in waiting."
Heero released the breath he had been holding. Hurriedly, he went through all the questions running through his mind, choosing the one thing he wanted to know. He would soon find out who was looking for him, and why, so that wasn't necessary...that left...
"Who is Duo? How...how can he do all those things he did to save me?"
Relena and Noin stiffened as though he had slapped them. Immediately, the brown-haired girl pulled Zechs away, out of Heero's hearing range.
Zechs eyed her strangely, "We agreed to answer one question. No exceptions."
She frowned at him, "We can't tell him that. Not even the staff here know what Duo is. We don't even know if this is the Heero we're looking for, and if he is, whether he'll agree..."
Zechs shook his head gently, "That's why we need to build up his trust. And we have to do it now. We have to tell him. Besides, even if he turns out to be a fake, he can be disposed of. The only way he leaves here is in full agreement with us. Or dead."
Relena's frown remained, "I don't suppose we have a choice then." She turned away.
Zechs shrugged to himself, walking back towards Heero, smiling slightly, "Very well, then. Simply put, Duo Maxwell is a cybernetically augmented clone, one of two built by this organization. He, along with his twin, Solo Maxwell, was created from DNA extracted from the victim of a vehicle accident several months back. His name was Blake Richardson - one of the few positively identified as potentially compatible to the cybernetics program. From him, we created two clones, spitting images of Blake, and we named them Solo and Duo - the first, and the second. The scientist in charge, Professor Maxwell, then augmented the clones with the latest in the cybernetics field. The result: two enhanced humans, with unequalled strength, speed, hearing, sight...everything. Coupled with the transfer of the original subject's personality, Solo and Duo are unmatched in what they do best - covert operations, and anything else we need of them."
Without waiting for Heero to absorb what he had just learnt, Zechs resumed walking, dragging the boy along, "Now then, shall we?"
Heero Yuy allowed himself to be led.
Led towards whatever was awaiting him.
His destiny.
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