Hello, everyone, and welcome to chapter 10. Before starting, I want to thank all the lovely reviewers, becuase as of this posting, Kitsune Twins has 100 reviews. That's more then 10 reviews per chapter, hoo-yeah! Many thanks to everyone who has read this and reviewed it, and who is reading this now. Oh, and a major announcement! Pirates and Gboys of the Caribbean now has a REAL ninth chapter, not just a note and a rant about Bush! And on with the fic!

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Heero and Duo had reached the area of the ductwork that was directly over the place they stored their samples of the new metal- but they had run into a problem. The only vent in the room was directly over the sealed cabinet where the samples were being stored- and it was only in the movies where a vent in that position was ideal.

In reality, it was possible the worst spot for it. Having a vent directly over the target meant that you couldn't see anything of what was in the rest of the room. It could be completely empty, or holding a squadron of heavily armed ninja. As long as anyone in the room didn't walk right under the vent, there was no way to tell.

And trying to stick your head out of a vent so positioned would have been a very, very stupid thing to do. If anyone else was in the room, then it was practically guaranteed that movement directly above the 'target' would attract their attention. Attention, in such a hostile territory as this, usually meant flying bullets and other such warm welcomes.

Duo couldn't even ask the metal of the room's what the weight distribution was to get an idea of who might be in there; the floor was thick, and so reinforced that it wouldn't have felt the weight of an elephant.

Then, from the room below, came voices.

He and Heero froze in the vents, feeling the seconds fly past like small buzzing insects.

Insects that held a fatal poison.

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Two minutes since he had engaged OZ's suits; Trowa would take at least three more to get here given-

Quatre spun Sandrock away from a laser blast, using the momentum of the spin to slice through two more suits with his sabers-

-optimal weather conditions for flying Heavyarms. And-

- then ducked to more shots, fired back on the upshot of the recoil and moved to-

-optimal weather conditions very seldom occurred at any bit of Earth they happened to be-

-plow through a weak shot; the damage was minimal and his position now let him take out three suits at once-

-fighting at any given time. Those these conditions-

-and then raced forward and cut through four fuel tanks as he went, using Sandrock's speed to get far enough to avoid damage from the ensuing explosions.

-were very close.

Quatre looked at Sandrock's timer. Two minutes until Trowa's arrival.

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The voices in the room were quite... informative. Above them, in the ceiling, the pilots took in every word, learning far more than they cared to about their current situation.

"Do you think they'll come, Joe?"

"They should; HQ says they've been goin' after info and science shit lately. With the little fuckers hittin' so close to a lab like this, they got could."

"Huh. I'd love to see them try; there's got to be three squads throughout this place, meant to get in the way of anything escaping. No way they'll get in, past all of us, and out again without being spotted. And if we see them, we can shoot them."

"Not with your aim; you couldn't hit a MS at ten paces."

Duo and Heero stopped listening as the conversation deteriorated into mutual insults. They now had a problem. On top of being more than five minutes behind schedule (which meant that the distraction provided by Quatre and Trowa was that much closer to ending), several more obstacles had just been thrust in their way.

Three squadrons of obstacles, to be precise.

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Trowa pushed Heavyarms to its limits, pouring all the power he could into the engines. The suit complained, in loud groans and other noises, but it went faster.

He would be at Quatre's battleground in slightly less then two minutes. The conditions for Heavyarms's flight were better then usual, and with the power boost he was pouring into the engines, he would get there in near perfect time.

He checked the scans on the number of OZ suits. Near perfect wasn't good enough. He pushed the engines once more.

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A/N: How'd you like it? Things are heating up for the G-boys... and I'm off with the damn cliff-hangers again. Evil me... Seriously, though, I don't TRY to do this; is just happans. I'm sorry to all of you who are screaming and tearing your hair out due to either the cliffies or the pace- but they're gonna stay the same. Bwahaha. And now, notes to all my lovely reviewers, who gave he 100 reviews as a gift for the tenth chapter. I'm going to be very hyper about that for the forseeable future, just to warn you.

KentouKurige:

Regularity is over-rated, trust me. It means that when you miss a day, people start screaming at you. But on the upshot, it means you can bribe your reviewers with REALLY fast updates, so it all evens out, I guess... Sorry for the new cliff-hanger, but I'm glad you like the fic!

ZmahGoddess:

Longer chappies are for other fics- this one's short. I'm really flattered that you like my writing enough to protest, though. Hope it doesn't shove you TOO far from the edge of sanity, and hope that you liked this chapter!

cheerful-pinkstar:

I'm glad you don't mind the short chapters- and I hope you like the update! I'm finally in plot action, now, so life's getting very intresting, indeed.

lolly sister:

The five minutes by themselves wouldn't have been that big of an issue, but problems are just piling up, and up, and up... when you combine the off timing with the increased security and the greater amounts of MS, THEN you have a catastrophe. In the next update, the boys will start to compensate for them. Hope you liked this chapter!

Windy River:

Soon as always, don't worry. I try never to leave a fic hanging for TOO long.

Saiph:

Many thanks for the philisophical view on cliff-hangers! And with me, fairly regualr answers to them can be expected, so I don't think mine are THAT bad... Anyway, I'm really glad you like the story line. Kurama and the others WILL show up eventually, I swear, so don't worry. See ya next week!

M-python-girl:

No worries, I know that you're reading it. I'm glad you like it enough to continue! Oh- and here's something that you might like: My AP English class spent the day before vacation watching Monty Python skits (including the Dead Parrot). They were hysterical- and nearly as funny as them was watching the teacher go nuts trying to figure out how to work the DVD player. Hope you liked this chapter!

CuriousDreamWeaver:

:glom:Congradulations on being the 100th reviewer! Yuuske and the gang will show up eventually, never fear. I love 'em too much to leave them out. Glad you like the story!

Well, fans, that's all until next week. Until then, Happy Thanksgiving! (to those of you who live in America. To those of you who don't, Happy Whatever-Holiday-Is-Closest-That-You-Celebrate) And to all a good night. (Don't mind me, I'm still hyper.) See ya later!