Duo returned the next day, deciding to just ignore Quatra and the occasional dirty looks he through at him and focus himself entirely on Heero. Whenever he focused on Heero, he never noticed how mean his supposed 'friends' were being. But now he had a plan to focus on too.
It was a few days on when he decided to try his plan out; they were still in hiding from their last mission and were re-supplying while researching their next missions. This meant that everyone was either lounging around or working on his Gundam, so it made finding his target even easier.
Creeping up to the 'Targets' room, he had to suppress a giggle, as he had made sure that no one was going to disturb them.
Moving silently along one wall, making sure he didn't tread on the loose floorboards he'd spent one or two hours finding, while his eyes were locked on his Targets door.
It was open a crack.
Perfect, no fiddling with a handle or locks.
Slipping a graceful arm behind his back, he pulled the small hand pistol from the waistband on his jeans and slowly clicked the safety off as he brought it round to the front of him, holding it close to his chest.
'It's time I did this…' he told himself mentally as he arrived at the door and held the small pistol with both hands, shooting a glance left and right to check no one had changed there minds and come up to there rooms.
He smiled again, something feral looking and twisted on his beautiful face before taking a deep breath.
Kicking open the door suddenly, levelling the gun he shouted at the top of his lungs, "this has got to stop! HANDS UP OR ELSE!"
The target looked at his wide eyed in fear and slowly lifted his hands, his face pale.
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