Here's chapter 2! Like I said in the first chapter, let a girl know what you guys think! Otherwise, this stories getting Kobe'd to the trash! I even threw in some more descriptive terms that way you can recognize who is speaking in this one #YoureWelcome
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RECAP Chapter 1
Moments passed by, her fists still tense, they both seemed to stare at one another, Duo's eye ogling getting more and more challenging as he just stood directly in the line of fire. His tight lipped gawk growing intense as brows knit together and tears began to well up upon his lower lash line and it was only then, after a long pause... she broke.
She blinked.
"AAHA!" Duo leapt up like a frog trying to reach the metaphorical arms of his never found princess, guffawing with each hop, "They ARE human!"
"Stop with this nonsense, Maxwell." Wufei stated, somehow magically caught off guard by his friend's games.
"She blinked!" Duo took a tiny step back, hands on his hips proudly while he reveled in this tiny triumph; the female's blue eyes followed his own, agony and abashment stressed her features. At this sign of humanity, he reared back in a giant chortle, and began to shout about his mini achievement. Losing her sang-froid like appearance, the taller girl whipped her head to the side to cast a glance towards the shorter girl, which only caused the pilot to grow louder in his celebration.
"Two down!" Duo cackled, having to clutch his abdomen in hilarity.
"There's only two, you imbecile." Heero stated flatly, no longer feeling slighted by the two, new found, "human" women. Trowa couldn't help but loosen up at the sight of the facial expression the smaller girl gave Duo, it was quite funny, he to admit.
Either fembot looked at one another and exchanged diminutive furrowed glances
Quatre turned to the other men who were all still watching the girls try and regain what they had recently lost. The gray, Einstein-esque doctor completely rotated to face his prototypes and with this motion Quatre tried his best to maybe not create anymore animosity than there already was, if that's what that demonstration was supposed to be showing.
"Upholding professionalism is not Agent Maxwell's specialty Doctor, you're going to have to excuse my friend." The Arabic man watched the medical gentleman's spine pop stick straight before he slapped a hand against his thigh in jovial celebration.
"Well no apologies will be given!"
Trowa whipped his head, an incredulous look strained on his face whereas the doctor continued to ramble.
"These two need to lighten up and realize life isn't worth walking around with an enema constantly shove up your ass." He hobbled over to the statue like forms of the ladies, placed a hand on either of their shoulders and uttered an unintelligible syllable.
With that single barely audible noise, the girls both blinked at the doctor, eyes steady before launching off and into something else. Lavender eyes fluttered to the ground, while the mouth of the shorter girl dropped into a grimace. Faces showing expression currently, their stances relaxed slightly as well, one placing most of her weight on one leg while the other came to rest with her right foot wrapped around her left ankle. Straight spines fell like wet towels to the metallic floor as shoulders rolled back, bones popping into their rightful position along their tracks of motion. Lavender eyes rose to meet the challenge of Agent Barton's stare, as he warily eyed the girl. She gave a small nod with an even smaller smile.
Was this girl apologizing, nonverbally? The thought raked across his mind.
Blue steel eyes of the shorter girl cast themselves over their owner's shoulder, pretending to be elsewhere in the complex at that moment. Her forearm came to rest on her hip bone as her long fingers lightly grasped the elbow of her other arm.
She looks… uncomfortable. Trowa's eyes narrowed at both girls like his mind was studying a Picasso painting, almost sure but completely unsure simultaneously.
The doctor cleared his throat with a gruff cough, "Ladies, thank you. You may leave us now." Each of the girls nodded with respect and calmly left the hangar, light footsteps rapping the large corridor, fading into the mechanical whirl of the building with ever growing distance.
The gray mustached man, took a long sigh, "Amazing, aren't they?"
"Obedient like well trained dogs." Heero mumbled, mostly to himself, hoping the doctor's hearing had been calloused over time. Sadly, he was much more alert than given credit for.
"Ah yes, however they smell so much better than dogs do!" The doctor proclaimed with a finger raised. Quatre was lost in thought, he really needed to talk with everyone alone, about the doctor and these girls who caught them off guard. Speaking of which, a conference call with Lady Une also seemed to be in order.
"Doctor, I don't mean to be curt but we have prior obligations to attend to this afternoon." Quatre stated diplomatically, showing the elder a respectful smile.
"Yes yes! Of course! I remember what it was like to be your age! Still youthful and ready! Go on, I will see each of you in the early morning!" The doctor nodded, now more jovial than when they first met him. With that he shook each of the Preventer's hands and bid them farewell.
"You alright, man?" Duo asked walking in stride with Trowa. Flashing back to not an hour before, Trowa acknowledged the man with a simple nod.
"Yes." Trowa answered calmly, "The bullet just grazed my neck."
"I couldn't get a read on either of the girls. They weren't responding to anything I put out." Quatre's brows furrowed as he changed the subject, only slightly, talking about his Newtype abilities.
"Could they be Anti-Newtypes?" Heero questioned.
"They don't have any special powers, except baring children." Wufei said, obviously perturbed at the conversation.
"Don't be so quick to judge Wufei; you should know better than any of us not to judge someone based upon looks." Quatre chastised the Asian pilot.
"Do not patronize me, Winner. I know very well what I saw and they are both just human females." Wufei snapped at the Arabian.
"But she had Heero's gun, right?" Duo, starting another conversation, reasoned with himself, "She never came within distance of us at all..." as he thought backwards, mulling over their footsteps. Folding his arms behind his head, his stride became lackadaisical as he got lost in thought.
"She took it off my person directly after she disappeared." Heero lightly rested his hand on the gun to make sure it was still in the holster.
"Weird," Duo said, eyes still cast upward, "To say 'I'm interested' would be an understatement."
"Same here Duo," Quatre agreed with the more outspoken of the bunch, "But also watch your words tomorrow, I didn't get a terribly awful feeling but I also don't agree when guns are aimed at us."
"I don't agree with meeting with the Doctor tomorrow." Wufei didn't seem to like the old man. To be honest, Wufei didn't seem to care for anyone.
"I'm having a conference call with Lady Une as soon as we get back to headquarters. To make sure everyone in this meeting has been given the run down: background check, medical history, war history, etc." Quatre reached for the door knob leading outside the bizarre doctor's complex, making a mental to do list. Salty air whipped at his blonde hair, pushing it about his face and he looked out over the sea spotting a storm culminating in the distance. He sighed as his facial muscles relaxed and his mouth upturned in a fond smile.
A vast cerulean ocean stretched on; for miles it ran, waves rising up to kiss the tempestuous clouds and then falling back to Earth like a rhythmic waltz. The gulls and sea lions joined in, howling in time with the setting sun striking the pristine sands with timpani. Thunder began to sway and roll with the tides, the hastening breeze creating an accelerando as it awakened the leaves in the trees. The symphony of Earth always pulled at something in Quatre and he felt despondent almost, an ever-growing sadness the further he was from Earth.
People took Earth for granted, he was well aware of that but he hoped that maybe there were still people whom looked at the planet, at the ocean like he. The grand enormity of oceans continuously seemed to captivate people on Earth, painting a beautiful sequence of how tiny people truly were in comparison. He wondered if space had that same effect. Space was larger than any ocean, nature or man made, but the entire concept of space was nothing like Earth. Nothing could beat the gorgeous planet, and that's why he fought for it roughly 10 years back and that's why he's going to fight for it again. Indigo eyes traced the waterline, observing the influence one wave had on the next and soon after he came to his senses.
"Good morning, Doctor LaGrew." Quatre stated, shaking hands with the physician.
"Ah yes! It's a beautiful one isn't it?" The doctor animatedly expressed.
"I see you've brought you're companions along," Quatre graciously smiled at the duo seated to either side of the standing doctor, "It's very nice to see you two as well." Politely givibing a gentle bow, either girl sat when the pilot motioned towards the seats. The other agents had already taken their designated spaces athwart the regal business table as the meeting began.
Words were congenial as the doctor slid a file containing documentation that looked like an entire pot of coffee had been spilt over the paperwork, but nonetheless these had all of the correct date stamps for OZ and the Romefeller Federation. Doctor LaGrew elucidated the entire workings of the "new" OZ and the Romefeller family, discussing Catalonia's treatment of the crew and how they used blackmail to keep certain people in place until they began terminating lives permanently.
"Doctor LaGrew," Trowa began, "I'm sure you're aware that we've read your file-" looking down at the documentation he continured to speak, "There are some definitive plot holes in your story, I mean no transgression, but if you wouldn't care to explain why we should openly give you our trust." The light in the elderly man's eyes grew dim, sadness creeping into the doctor's eyes. She didn't need to turn her head to see this, she could feel the air grow tense as he tried to grasp for words.
"OAM is looking for a way to manipulate people via a new system that Doctor LaGrew created. This innovative program is exceptionally potent to the human brain and if the minds are weak, it will be a dominant factor in the real world." The Lavender eyed girl spoke for the first time, her voice was extremely soothing, like that of a song bird. Her lips parted again in speech, "OZ held Doctor LaGrew's wife and children as detainees in a prison like environment, creating a sense of urgency within him to complete and give OZ what they wanted, when they wanted it. OAM, the new OZ, found him following the termination of the first war between gundams, hoping to use him again as an intellectual weapon for the second coming." She very slightly bit her bottom lip as she tossed those wisteria-grown eyes over the pilots, hoping to see a reaction.
"He refused the demand," she stated rather flatly, "On the spot, they tortured his wife and kids until he agreed." As she spoke, her face no longer emoted, just a blank slate. Her slim shoulders rise and fell with a silent sigh, "Promptly subsequent to Doctor LaGrew signing the contract, OAM slaughtered his family in plain sight." Quatre opened his mouth immediately following this.
"Doctor LaGrew, we are very sorry for your loss."
"He is not looking for sympathy, he just simply wants to do the right thing." Lavender eyes locked with Prussian blues as she continued, "OAM needs to be taken down, immediately, before they open Pandora's box and find out exactly why this system should not be taken lightly. The program that Doctor LaGrew has created has inundated his life and he takes a lot of pride in it, albeit destructive." She placed a palm flush on the table, demeanor still calm. The shorter girl grasped the doctor by the elbow and wrist as they both stood and walked out, the doctor was obviously wrecked with emotions. Her lashes lowered at the shorter girl in knowing.
"What will happen if it's-" Quatre began, following their exit, before she cut him off.
"It will turn your average Joe into a steroidal G.I. Joe physically; mentally, he will be missing. No conscience. No emotions. The only thing on his mind is to terminate the life residing next to him." Her voice was still so calm, she reached tapped the table lightly as she finished, "Doctor LaGrew created us. OAM created this-" she opened up her green file, and pulled photo after photo containing death scene after death scene.
"What happened here?" Duo questioned as the photos were spread on the table.
"This is how they kill, Agent Maxwell." she disclosed.
"This is just a little girl though…" the braided pilot stated to himself, holding a picture of a little girl – glass lay, shattered around the tiny child, her vivid green eyes were open, huge shards of glass punctured into the skin on her face and neck. The pink dress she donned, was torn and crimson patterned her hair bow. The grenade lay forgone, by one little hand and her mouth was caught in a silent screech, blood seeping out of her left leg, which looked like it had been shredded by heavy machinery.
"The system doesn't discriminate." Reaching behind her, she languidly pulled her ash blonde hair across her shoulders over her left shoulder and watched as the agents glossed over each photo, some quicker than others. So many photographs, so many different people, so much blood had been spilt.
"Did the program kill all of these people?" Concern laced Trowa's voice only receiving an affirming 'mm' from the girl's lips.
"I don't understand..." Quatre started, "How could people do this to themselves?"
"OAM holds lives at ransom; no one signs up for this. They are going to pit human against human in a battle til death situation if they keep going at the rate they have been. Keep in mind, this is not their main objective though. This is mere uncharted side effects that have gone AWOL; the goal of their end game is to create a perfect soldier."
"You said Dr. LaGrew created you." Wufei said, suddenly talkative.
"Yes, Agent Chang." She commented, her pink lips pursed then relaxed.
"Were you apart of this 'progam'?" Wufei was instantly irritated that she didn't give light to more information.
"We were, yes." She started, "It's an injection based upon the components of gundanium along with endogenous peptides and dynorphins, creating a medical phenomenon Dr. LaGrew has coined as, Cohesive Receptivity."
"Gundanium?!" Duo shouted, "You're saying you have a tiny gundam in you?!" She straightened her spine and pushed back her shoulders, eyeing the pilot while he kept shouting about gundanium being lethal to humans. Tanned, lengthy fingers tapped the table lightly again, as she waited for the charade to come to a close. The blonde pilot was in shock, she could tell, she knew much more about them than, she was sure, they cared to know.
"It's like a medicinal form of the Zero system." Heero stated.
"Yes, Agent Yuy."
"This is bad." Quatre's eyes were glued to the table as he spoke, "If they get ahold of this-"
"They already have it in their possession, Agent Winner." Lavender flashed before his, manicured nails clicking over the wood grain as she drew an imaginary circle into the table, "What they don't have is the information on how to utilize people who have it in their anatomical systems. Most humans either commit suicide or expire from overindulging on the hypothetical treatment."
"How many have survived?" Quatre asked.
"2."
"Yourself and your friend then?"
"Yes, Agent Barton."
"How do you know that?" The Asian agent physically showed her his incredulity in her as he rose from his seat, chair flying against the wall.
"Xero doesn't bond with male DNA, it needs two X chromosomes to cohabitate."
"But what about a male who has an extra X chromosome?" Quatre asked, bittersweet fear pressing against the forefront of his mind as his memories of the Zero system flickered.
"Unstable DNA will not create a good host for Xero." Open palms attempted to reason with him.
"You talk like these people are being preyed on by this injection." Prussian blue tried to stab holes into her theory.
"They are. Xero is an extremely invasive compound and once it is introduced into the living organism's bloodstream you must eliminate the host completely to do away with it. No radiation, surgery, or homeopathic medicine will halt it." Her fashionable white pant suit was beginning to overtake the business meeting as the gundam pilots all sat there in a stupor.
"I know this is a lot to take," pity shown in her eyes, biting down on her bottom lip again before speaking, "but I know Dr. LaGrew would like to show you how it works with a well meshed computer." Folding her hands over one another, lashes opened on the Winner heir. "We still have time before they figure the Xero system out; but we need you to see this first hand."
She was begging.
The look in her wisteria eyes.
It was desperation.
Quatre held her wanting gaze just a moment longer before placing his hands in his lap. Biting the inside of his cheek, knowing he had no choice, knowing the others wanted this new OZ to be taken down, he had to agree. He looked to the other pilots before they all verbally signed on to this mission.
"This OAM group, they haven't said anything about their existence yet but we do know they exist." Trowa piped up.
"When they do claim subsistence; justice will reign upon them." Wufei said, the photos of children turned over in his mind, etched in memory.
"I can only imagine what they have in store for us." Quatre's head fell in his hands.
"Mission." Odium dripped from Heero's lips, "Terminate OAM."
I still haven't given them a name besides "O" from the first chapter - I KNOW - just kinda stick with the story the best you can and follow along. Also shortly after posting this, I'm changing this story's rating to M due to violent nature and then for potential scenes about to arise.
Just. To. Be. Safe.
But otherwise, let me know what y'all think (aka if you like it, I'll kick it up a notch/keep writing OR if not, lemme know so I can trash it). I know the plotline is a little out there but it's in my head lol I needed to get it out before I started obsessing over it. I hope everyone enjoyed it! With that, I'll leave y'all to it!
Don't forget to love someone today!
Goodnight