Chapter 7: The Call

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I don't own GW, Monty Python and the Holy Grail, or Duo-kun. If I did, you could sue me for money, not the few objects that I do have. However, I have a pack of graphite pencils, ABC gum, a ponytail of cut hair (for the children!), and toothpaste. I'm searching for my eraser stubs, but I think that the jackal ate them. Bastard.

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Flame and Duo slipped into the so far un-crowded park. The glanced around, Flame looking for cameras and Duo for which area of fun he wanted to tackle first.

"Where do you want to go? Quick, pick a ride." Flame said, turning her back on a camera and pretending to chit-chat with Duo.

"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm… how does Space Mountain sound?" he asked, ogling at the main street that they were standing on.

"Fair enough, let's ride." she answered, heading for Future Land.

The line for Space Mountain was non-existent, so the two got on quick and in the front of the contraption. After a fast, enthralling ride, the two got off, laughing. Flame, suddenly remembering something of dire importance, grabbed Duo's arm and looked at his watch.

"K'so! I've got to find a phone!"

"Why? What do you- WHOA!" he called out as she yanked his arm and dragged him outside, intent on not being late for her call. Trieze liked promptness.

Once they were within respectable range for cell phone use, Flame released Duo, who looked at the nail marks she managed to imprint in his skin. She whipped out her cell phone, turned it on, looked at Duo's watch again and dialed quickly. She breathlessly waited for the phone to be answered. Quickly motioning for Duo to go sit down on the bench outside 'Alien Encounters', she glanced up at the camera. Thinking quickly, she waved with a cheeky grin and her call was answered.

"Hello Flame, I will connect you to Commander Trieze."

"Thank you Shirley."

"No problem. Hold please."

"Sure Shirley. Have another wonderful day."

"I will sweetie, thanks."

Flame waited patiently, a smile plastered on her face as she waited for Trieze. That damn elevator music, that played for whomever was on hold, always bugged her. Soon she heard the phone pick up.

"Flame."

"Good morning uncle. How are you?"

"State your location."

"How rude!"

"I'm very well," she heard him sigh, "State your location."

"Future Land."

"Future Land?"

"Disney Land. Arizona. Utah. Border. Outside 'Alien Encounters'."

"I can see you."

"Hello!" she said cheerfully, waving at the camera.

"Flame, be serious." he growled into the receiver.

"Why?"

"Your mission."

"Oh."

"Plus, we had quite a scare the other night."

"Really? What was it?" she prayed that her innocent tone covered up anything that hinted in her voice.

"Someone broke into the Denver base and hacked into our classified files."

"How awful."

"I didn't need to tell you though. You already knew about it."

Oh shit, he knows. Damnit. "How the hell would I know?"

"You were not on any of the hotel cameras that we had last night around the time of the attack."

"Trieze, allow me to enlighten you…" she smiled sweetly, before holding the mouthpiece as close as she could without eating the phone, "I'M IN UTAH!!!!!!!!!!!!! Well, Future Land is more in Arizona… But, what I'm trying to say is, how could I have done it? Plus, you know how much I prefer those 'Roach Motels' to your fancy shindigs."

"Flame… Why do you insist on staying in those places? They're horrible!"

"No, they're liberating!"

"They are filthy." he said, disgust in his voice.

"Comfortably messy!" she sighed.

"Smelly." he scoffed.

"Naturally scented." she sneered.

"Sticky." he tried.

" Bonding." she countered.

"A waste of money."

"Makes you less attached to material objects."

"Why are you spin doctoring what I say?"

"I'm using synonyms."

"Flame, this is getting old!"

"But only for the old." she retorted.

Trieze sighed and Flame silently cheered. "State your mission."

"To seek the Holy Grail." she said in a voice similar to the old bridge keeper.

"FLAME!!!"

"Ow… God, chill, ok? To head to Denver, test a new Gundam part, go out in search of the Gundam pilot '01' and befriend him. Lead him to his prosecution. Leave and repeat with Pilots '02'; '03'; '04' and '05'. Is that all?"

"No. Also, examine the staff while you are in Denver. We suspect it was an inside job."

"Ok, I'll examine the staff and video footage of the attack-"

"There is no footage."

"What? You spent shiploads of money on the security and still someone gets in? What the f-"

"Watch your language Flame. And you heard, there is no footage. The attacker was too smart to get caught on tape. We caught footage of a Gundam pilot though. You need to figure out which one it was."

"Roger, roger, Fearless Leader."

"Flame."

"Yes, O Fearless One?"

"Shut the hell up."

"Sorry sir, no can do. I'm off at Disney Land for a day of fun before heading in to the base."

"Fine. But next time, clear it with me, that way you aren't suspected of any monkey business."

"But Trieze, I am a monkey's uncle, I can't help but find trouble."

"Damn it Flame…"

"Roger that and I'm out."

"Good bye." Treize said curtly, hanging up.

"God, I should do that more often. It's fun to piss that bastard off!" she said smiling, turning the phone off. "Oye, Duo! Over here!"

The braided boy looked up from the crowd of small children that had formed around him, gently moving them out of his way, so that he could pass. He reached Flame with a cocked eyebrow.

"Yes?"

"Do you wanna have fun?"

"HELL YEAH!"

"Then what are you waiting for? LET'S GO!"

"WOOHOO!!!!!!" he whooped, throwing a fist in the air, narrowly missing Flame's cheek. Then he raced down the road with her, both of them laughing hysterically.

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That's it for this chapter! Tune in soon for Chapter 8 (yet untitled!)