007, Secret Agent, Heero Yuy — Till Death Do Us Part, Part Three
Disclaimer: not mine
AN: I hope you like this one, and I'm trying to make them longer for all of you to
enjoy more! ^_^
Heero tensed but didn't move. The figure behind him jabbed the gun against his back and hissed, "hurry—to the table."
Heero did as told, putting on a fake smile all the way, nodding and saying "hello" to everyone he passed.
"Sit," the voice continued. He sat in the booth next to Trowa and WuFei, who were staring at the person. They then pushed
Relena down next to Heero, and slid in across from him.
Three people showed up. A girl with short, brown-copper hair and brown eyes, another girl with long sandy-coloured hair
and brown-green eyes, and a young man with blond hair and blue-green eyes. The sandy-coloured hair girl held the gun and
placed it under the table.
"May I get you something to drink?" a waiter asked, smiling as he handed out the
menus, all written in French.
"Martini, shaken, not stirred," Heero answered, nodding.
"Dubonnet on the rocks," Relena said.
"Gin and tonic, with a twist of lemon." WuFei answered, snorting at the three new-comers.
"Same, but with a twist of lime," Trowa answered, clicking the safety off his gun.
"I'll have a Bloody Mary," the sandy-hair coloured girl declared, snapping the menu shut.
"Chante," the brown haired girl smiled.
"White wine," the blond haired man declared.
As soon as the waiter left, approving their choose in drinks, Heero leaned back and smiled, "so who are you?"
"They're my guards, Mr. Yuy," Relena stated, giving him a side-glance.
"So, you're Ms. Peacecraft's friends," Heero replied, looking at Trowa. "You can put that away, Barton."
"Heero Yuy, secret agent, my guess is," the blond man answered. "I'm here to bring Miss Relena back."
"Quatre, I thought we got past the 'miss' part," Relena snapped, her drink arriving. She took a sip and continued, "and I
really don't want to go back."
"Miss," the brown haired girl began, then sighed, "Relena, you have to go back…your brother gave us strict orders to make
sure no one took you, and they have."
"Do you know what your brother does, Ms. Peacecraft?" WuFei taunted, and Heero sent him a glare.
"We don't need to tell her." He stated simply, sipping his martini. "What are your name? If we need to talk, it should be at
least on a name basis, shouldn't it?"
"Sandy Smith, First-Class Detective for the United States of America FBI," Sandy declared, flashing her badge.
"Hermione Granger," the other girl answered, flashing her badge too. "First-Class too."
"Quatre Winner," the young man answered them all, showing his badge. "Under-cover detective, second-class FBI level."
"Second level?" WuFei snickered.
"Hey, you have to start somewhere," Heero replied.
There was a silence that was broken by Relena's fuming voice.
"You mean to tell me that you three are under-cover agents working for the FBI?" She cried out, "And my brother knows
nothing of this?!"
The three exchanged a glance and then looked back at Relena.
"Do you know what your brother does for a living, Relena?" Quatre asked gently.
"No…" Relena admitted. "Should I?"
"He's a Mafia Boss who deals with big-shot people in the Black Market. He deals drugs out of the country by smuggling
them through you. He's currently working on a poison which when injected into a human will kill them in a matter of hours
if the antidote isn't given immediately. The only two people in the whole world right now who have the antidote is your
brother," Hermione trailed off.
"And you," Heero finished, also gulping down the last of his drink.
Relena was in shock. She didn't say anything or move. She sat their rigid. She then began to go limp, and the last thing she
heard was Trowa calling out, "catch her! She's passing out!" before darkness overcame her.
*
"What are we going to do?" Quatre asked in a hushed whisper to Sandy and Hermione. "When Millardo and the other two
find out we're not back or checking up on them anymore he'll come after us."
"I'm glad we gave him alias names, though," Sandy answered.
Trowa, WuFei, and Heero were on the other side of the door, listening in to their "privet" conversation. They were all in the
hotel room, but the other three were in their adjoining room. The door was closed, shielding them from prying eyes, but
not ears.
"Yeah…now what? Do you think those Secret Agents will need our help to get Relena out of the country? She'll need
protection until her brother is dead…same with the Bosses." Hermione whispered. A chair was scraped across the room and
someone was heard to plop on the bed.
"Those two…are they worse than Millardo?" Quatre asked worriedly.
"Perhaps…we never met them, did we? Just heard about them from the other guards," Sandy replied.
"But I know something you don't know," a sing-song voice smiled. Hermione was leaning on the door frame, right near the
three spies were.
"Really?" Quatre asked.
"What?" Sandy demanded.
"I have information on the two!" She answered, and paper rustling could be heard. There was nothing said more for a
minute, but then the door opened and the three spies came crashing to the floor, landing on top of each other.
"WuFei, get off my foot!" howled Heero.
"I would if Barton would get off my back!" WuFei snarled back. "Injustice!"
"I can't! I'm stuck!" Trowa cried.
"Need help?" Quatre asked, staring down at the pathetic sight.
"For a bunch of Secret Agents, you don't do well, do you? And you're what? Licensed to kill?" Sandy smirked. "A double-O
agent who can't eavesdrop. How sad."
"Here," Hermione replied, extending a hand to help them up. They gladly offered and were dusting themselves off a few
minutes later.
"So…who are those Bosses, huh?" WuFei asked, trying to sound like he wasn't interested.
"Why would you care?" Hermione asked, tilting her head a bit, smiling down on him.
"Oh…no reason." Trowa helped out.
"Except you want in on it so you can capture them, right?" Quatre asked. The agents shuffled their feet nervously.
"Oh, hell, yeah we do," Heero blurted.
"All you had to do was ask," Hermione stated and pulled out the papers again. "Their names are Error! Bookmark not
defined. and Lady Anne Une."
"Come again on names?" Heero said, shaking his head. "Did you just say Treize Khushrenada and Lady Une?"
"Are you familiar with them?" Sandy asked, questioningly.
"Yeah…" WuFei shuddered. "They used to work for our South America and Eurasia Intelligence Corp."
"Woah," Quatre said, and then motioned Hermione to continue reading. Clearing her throat, she read:
"Treize is a skilled swordsman who values fair-play, yet when it comes to battle and war, he is deadly, perhaps the worst.
He is known to be highly liked between other Mobs and is extremely popular in the Eurasia area. Lady Anne Une worked for
the South America unit before she was transferred to Eurasia due to her strong beliefs in pacifism. She met Treize there and
they
became close friends, working on cases together. They then disappeared eight years ago and were seen after that together at
bank robberies and shoot-outs all around the world, mostly Europe."
There was a chilled silence. No one spoke as they let the words set in. Finally, they heard a click and spun around to see
Relena still in her fancy dress Heero bought her, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"Une…that woman…I know her," she yawned carelessly.
"Y-You do?" Stammered Heero.
"Yeah," Relena said, plopping down on an armchair. "She came to Millardo's ball a few weeks ago and she brought this
man with her. Millardo talked for about three hours with them, something about a deal—a big-ass deal, he quoted. I
overheard them say something like, 'the tenth of August we strike the South America government, we meet in Panama City
for the drop-off before heading to Aries'."
"Aries?" Trowa asked puzzled. "Do you think they meant Buenos Aries, Argentina?"
"Where else?" Hermione declared, as she and Sandy and Quatre went back to their room. "We're packing, calling our
Heads."
"Why?" Relena asked.
"It's the eighth of August at midnight tonight."
*
Millardo was pacing back and forth in his office. 'Where the hell are those three? I sent them to find Relena days ago, and I
still haven't gotten a call! I just hope my other men can find them before anything happens to Relena.'
"Sir!" a guard called from the door.
"What the fuck is it?" Millardo snapped.
"We found Relena, sir!" he continued.
"Where the hell is she?"
"In Paris with the guards and secret agents."
"WHAT?!"
"She isn't kidnapped sir, she choose to go with 007, 8 and 9. Also, the three guards were there, but"—
"But what? Answer me!" Millardo shouted, then went up to the man, grabbing him by the collar.
"But those three were under-cover FBI Agents," he choked. "We saw their badges."
"Those bastards," Millardo hissed, and then stormed to the phone. "Treize?
Millardo here. We've got problems."
*
Sally, Hilde, and Dorothy said nothing as they sipped their drinks.
"So," Hilde finally said. "Mr. Millardo has been lying to us all. We've been believing a lie that he told us
and when we find out we say what?"
"Screw you, I'm leaving?" Dorothy suggested.
"I don't think so," Sally rolled her eyes. "I just can't believe it that James, Riona and Jennifer were
police!"
"You mean Quatre Winner, Hermione Granger and Sandy Smith, FBI." Hilde sighed. "And those other
three! Secret Agents for British Intelligence! God, we're so blind!"
"No, we're not…we just didn't know, Hilde," Dorothy stated sympathetically. "But I still say that
James—whoops, Quatre is cute."
Hilde and Sally groaned in unison and rolled their eyes. "DOROTHY!"
"What?" She giggled back innocently. "Come on, Sally…don't you admit that 009 looked hunky?"
"Chang WuFei?" Sally responded without thinking. Hilde and Dorothy's eyes went wide and they stared
at her, their mouths open.
"YOU KNOW HIM?" They shouted, the whole restaurant quieting down to stare at them. They said
nothing more until chatter began again.
"Um…we trained together in the military." Sally smiled secretively.
"Oh…is he a first love?" Dorothy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah…" she replied dreamily. "I mean, NO!"
"Sure," Hilde grinned. "Does he know?"
"No," Sally blushed. "And now look—we're on opposite teams."
"No we're not," Hilde snapped, placing her drink down with a sharp clink. "Millardo doesn't know that
we know about his little 'business'. We'll still pretend to be working for him, but we'll help the others."
"Yeah," Dorothy smiled. "Anyway, let's call in Millardo and tell him we found Relena and we're
following her closely, don't worry, she's fine."
"Definitely!" Sally exclaimed. "And now we're off to Panama City!"
"Um…what about Treize and Anne?" Hilde suddenly said, as they picked up their bill and coats.
"What about those two?" Sally asked back, as they whistled for a cab.
"They're working for Millardo too," Dorothy replied.
"You mean Millardo is working for them," Hilde corrected.
Climbing in the cab, Sally said, "airport, please," and the man behind the cab nodded and smiled a
toothless grin.
"Dear God," Hilde whispered and silently remembered her first love.
::Flashback::
Hilde smiled and ran towards the figure standing at her doorstep. He had his back to her, so he didn't
know she was behind him. He wore his leather jacket, and normal jeans.
"Duo!" She yelled, laughing at his astonished face. "Over here!"
"Hey, Hilde," Duo replied, smiling, his violet eyes melting Hilde's heart.
"Ready for the Prom, Duo?" Hilde asked, as he handed her a bouquet of roses.
"Sure am," he flashed her a grin. "I can't wait to show off my stuff!"
"You mean funky chicken dance?" Hilde teased, poking him in the ribs.
"Hey!" Duo protested, but laughed, "yeah."
::end flashback::
"Hey, Hilde," Sally said, waving her hand in front of Hilde's face. "Earth to Hilde! Mission control, we
have no response."
Dorothy giggled and dragged Hilde out of the cab while Sally paid the man.
"Dorothy, is she still out of it?" Sally asked, coming over to her at the curb.
"Yeah," she laughed. Spying a vender, Dorothy skipped over and bought something before returning with
a bottle of water in her hands.
"Houston, we're coming in contact in three, two, one," Dorothy giggled, then unscrewed the cap and
poured it over Hilde.
"HEY!" Hilde shrieked, jumping out of water-range.
Sally laughed, "Houston, we have lift-off!"
They taunted her the whole flight to Panama, which was a stop over flight, resulting in twelve hours of
torture.
*
"Maxwell speaking," Duo answered his phone.
"Duo—it's Barton and Yuy here." A voice said.
"Hey, 007, 008," Duo laughed. "Long time no hear? How's it going?"
"WuFei's looking after the girl…can you do us a favor and find out some background information on
these people?"
"Sure, who, Yuy?" Duo asked, propping his feet on his messy desk.
"First, Treize Khushrenada and Lady Anne Une." Heero's voice crackled through the wire.
"Okay, got it," Duo answered slowly, writing away on his notepad. "Who else?"
"FBI Agents Quatre Winner, Hermione Granger and Sandy Smith," Trowa supplied.
"Hermione…Granger…Sandy…Smith and…Quatre—WHAT?" Duo yelled the last part, jumping out of
his chair. "Did you say Quatre Winner? IS he there with you? Can I speak with him?"
"Woah, calm down Duo," Heero said. "Quatre? How do you know him?"
"Long story—is he there?" Duo asked hurriedly. "Come on, NOW!"
"Okay, okay, sheesh," Trowa said. You could hear him yelling, "Oi, Winner, get over here!" and then say
into the receiver, "he's coming."
"Hello?" Quatre asked.
"Winner—Duo Maxwell."
"DUO!" Quatre laughed happily. Everyone stared at him as he talked with Duo.
"Yeah…I see…um-hum…no, they're all fine…no, I haven't—oh, wait, yes I have seen her! Doing fine,
yes…no, not really…okay, I see…I will, don't worry, no, no, don't worry…okay…'bye, Duo." He then
hung up the phone and turned to see six people staring at him.
"Well? Are you going to tell us what you were talking about?" Relena demanded.
"Oh, Duo just wanted to catch up on some things. Long time, no see my old high school friends," Quatre
shrugged, and walked into his room.
"Well…he was informative," Sandy piped up. "Anyway…it's nearly two am…we better get some rest
before our plane tomorrow morning."
They all yawned said muffled goodnights and went to their rooms, all wondering, 'what does Panama
hold for us?'
Disclaimer: not mine
AN: I hope you like this one, and I'm trying to make them longer for all of you to
enjoy more! ^_^
Heero tensed but didn't move. The figure behind him jabbed the gun against his back and hissed, "hurry—to the table."
Heero did as told, putting on a fake smile all the way, nodding and saying "hello" to everyone he passed.
"Sit," the voice continued. He sat in the booth next to Trowa and WuFei, who were staring at the person. They then pushed
Relena down next to Heero, and slid in across from him.
Three people showed up. A girl with short, brown-copper hair and brown eyes, another girl with long sandy-coloured hair
and brown-green eyes, and a young man with blond hair and blue-green eyes. The sandy-coloured hair girl held the gun and
placed it under the table.
"May I get you something to drink?" a waiter asked, smiling as he handed out the
menus, all written in French.
"Martini, shaken, not stirred," Heero answered, nodding.
"Dubonnet on the rocks," Relena said.
"Gin and tonic, with a twist of lemon." WuFei answered, snorting at the three new-comers.
"Same, but with a twist of lime," Trowa answered, clicking the safety off his gun.
"I'll have a Bloody Mary," the sandy-hair coloured girl declared, snapping the menu shut.
"Chante," the brown haired girl smiled.
"White wine," the blond haired man declared.
As soon as the waiter left, approving their choose in drinks, Heero leaned back and smiled, "so who are you?"
"They're my guards, Mr. Yuy," Relena stated, giving him a side-glance.
"So, you're Ms. Peacecraft's friends," Heero replied, looking at Trowa. "You can put that away, Barton."
"Heero Yuy, secret agent, my guess is," the blond man answered. "I'm here to bring Miss Relena back."
"Quatre, I thought we got past the 'miss' part," Relena snapped, her drink arriving. She took a sip and continued, "and I
really don't want to go back."
"Miss," the brown haired girl began, then sighed, "Relena, you have to go back…your brother gave us strict orders to make
sure no one took you, and they have."
"Do you know what your brother does, Ms. Peacecraft?" WuFei taunted, and Heero sent him a glare.
"We don't need to tell her." He stated simply, sipping his martini. "What are your name? If we need to talk, it should be at
least on a name basis, shouldn't it?"
"Sandy Smith, First-Class Detective for the United States of America FBI," Sandy declared, flashing her badge.
"Hermione Granger," the other girl answered, flashing her badge too. "First-Class too."
"Quatre Winner," the young man answered them all, showing his badge. "Under-cover detective, second-class FBI level."
"Second level?" WuFei snickered.
"Hey, you have to start somewhere," Heero replied.
There was a silence that was broken by Relena's fuming voice.
"You mean to tell me that you three are under-cover agents working for the FBI?" She cried out, "And my brother knows
nothing of this?!"
The three exchanged a glance and then looked back at Relena.
"Do you know what your brother does for a living, Relena?" Quatre asked gently.
"No…" Relena admitted. "Should I?"
"He's a Mafia Boss who deals with big-shot people in the Black Market. He deals drugs out of the country by smuggling
them through you. He's currently working on a poison which when injected into a human will kill them in a matter of hours
if the antidote isn't given immediately. The only two people in the whole world right now who have the antidote is your
brother," Hermione trailed off.
"And you," Heero finished, also gulping down the last of his drink.
Relena was in shock. She didn't say anything or move. She sat their rigid. She then began to go limp, and the last thing she
heard was Trowa calling out, "catch her! She's passing out!" before darkness overcame her.
*
"What are we going to do?" Quatre asked in a hushed whisper to Sandy and Hermione. "When Millardo and the other two
find out we're not back or checking up on them anymore he'll come after us."
"I'm glad we gave him alias names, though," Sandy answered.
Trowa, WuFei, and Heero were on the other side of the door, listening in to their "privet" conversation. They were all in the
hotel room, but the other three were in their adjoining room. The door was closed, shielding them from prying eyes, but
not ears.
"Yeah…now what? Do you think those Secret Agents will need our help to get Relena out of the country? She'll need
protection until her brother is dead…same with the Bosses." Hermione whispered. A chair was scraped across the room and
someone was heard to plop on the bed.
"Those two…are they worse than Millardo?" Quatre asked worriedly.
"Perhaps…we never met them, did we? Just heard about them from the other guards," Sandy replied.
"But I know something you don't know," a sing-song voice smiled. Hermione was leaning on the door frame, right near the
three spies were.
"Really?" Quatre asked.
"What?" Sandy demanded.
"I have information on the two!" She answered, and paper rustling could be heard. There was nothing said more for a
minute, but then the door opened and the three spies came crashing to the floor, landing on top of each other.
"WuFei, get off my foot!" howled Heero.
"I would if Barton would get off my back!" WuFei snarled back. "Injustice!"
"I can't! I'm stuck!" Trowa cried.
"Need help?" Quatre asked, staring down at the pathetic sight.
"For a bunch of Secret Agents, you don't do well, do you? And you're what? Licensed to kill?" Sandy smirked. "A double-O
agent who can't eavesdrop. How sad."
"Here," Hermione replied, extending a hand to help them up. They gladly offered and were dusting themselves off a few
minutes later.
"So…who are those Bosses, huh?" WuFei asked, trying to sound like he wasn't interested.
"Why would you care?" Hermione asked, tilting her head a bit, smiling down on him.
"Oh…no reason." Trowa helped out.
"Except you want in on it so you can capture them, right?" Quatre asked. The agents shuffled their feet nervously.
"Oh, hell, yeah we do," Heero blurted.
"All you had to do was ask," Hermione stated and pulled out the papers again. "Their names are Error! Bookmark not
defined. and Lady Anne Une."
"Come again on names?" Heero said, shaking his head. "Did you just say Treize Khushrenada and Lady Une?"
"Are you familiar with them?" Sandy asked, questioningly.
"Yeah…" WuFei shuddered. "They used to work for our South America and Eurasia Intelligence Corp."
"Woah," Quatre said, and then motioned Hermione to continue reading. Clearing her throat, she read:
"Treize is a skilled swordsman who values fair-play, yet when it comes to battle and war, he is deadly, perhaps the worst.
He is known to be highly liked between other Mobs and is extremely popular in the Eurasia area. Lady Anne Une worked for
the South America unit before she was transferred to Eurasia due to her strong beliefs in pacifism. She met Treize there and
they
became close friends, working on cases together. They then disappeared eight years ago and were seen after that together at
bank robberies and shoot-outs all around the world, mostly Europe."
There was a chilled silence. No one spoke as they let the words set in. Finally, they heard a click and spun around to see
Relena still in her fancy dress Heero bought her, rubbing her eyes tiredly.
"Une…that woman…I know her," she yawned carelessly.
"Y-You do?" Stammered Heero.
"Yeah," Relena said, plopping down on an armchair. "She came to Millardo's ball a few weeks ago and she brought this
man with her. Millardo talked for about three hours with them, something about a deal—a big-ass deal, he quoted. I
overheard them say something like, 'the tenth of August we strike the South America government, we meet in Panama City
for the drop-off before heading to Aries'."
"Aries?" Trowa asked puzzled. "Do you think they meant Buenos Aries, Argentina?"
"Where else?" Hermione declared, as she and Sandy and Quatre went back to their room. "We're packing, calling our
Heads."
"Why?" Relena asked.
"It's the eighth of August at midnight tonight."
*
Millardo was pacing back and forth in his office. 'Where the hell are those three? I sent them to find Relena days ago, and I
still haven't gotten a call! I just hope my other men can find them before anything happens to Relena.'
"Sir!" a guard called from the door.
"What the fuck is it?" Millardo snapped.
"We found Relena, sir!" he continued.
"Where the hell is she?"
"In Paris with the guards and secret agents."
"WHAT?!"
"She isn't kidnapped sir, she choose to go with 007, 8 and 9. Also, the three guards were there, but"—
"But what? Answer me!" Millardo shouted, then went up to the man, grabbing him by the collar.
"But those three were under-cover FBI Agents," he choked. "We saw their badges."
"Those bastards," Millardo hissed, and then stormed to the phone. "Treize?
Millardo here. We've got problems."
*
Sally, Hilde, and Dorothy said nothing as they sipped their drinks.
"So," Hilde finally said. "Mr. Millardo has been lying to us all. We've been believing a lie that he told us
and when we find out we say what?"
"Screw you, I'm leaving?" Dorothy suggested.
"I don't think so," Sally rolled her eyes. "I just can't believe it that James, Riona and Jennifer were
police!"
"You mean Quatre Winner, Hermione Granger and Sandy Smith, FBI." Hilde sighed. "And those other
three! Secret Agents for British Intelligence! God, we're so blind!"
"No, we're not…we just didn't know, Hilde," Dorothy stated sympathetically. "But I still say that
James—whoops, Quatre is cute."
Hilde and Sally groaned in unison and rolled their eyes. "DOROTHY!"
"What?" She giggled back innocently. "Come on, Sally…don't you admit that 009 looked hunky?"
"Chang WuFei?" Sally responded without thinking. Hilde and Dorothy's eyes went wide and they stared
at her, their mouths open.
"YOU KNOW HIM?" They shouted, the whole restaurant quieting down to stare at them. They said
nothing more until chatter began again.
"Um…we trained together in the military." Sally smiled secretively.
"Oh…is he a first love?" Dorothy asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah…" she replied dreamily. "I mean, NO!"
"Sure," Hilde grinned. "Does he know?"
"No," Sally blushed. "And now look—we're on opposite teams."
"No we're not," Hilde snapped, placing her drink down with a sharp clink. "Millardo doesn't know that
we know about his little 'business'. We'll still pretend to be working for him, but we'll help the others."
"Yeah," Dorothy smiled. "Anyway, let's call in Millardo and tell him we found Relena and we're
following her closely, don't worry, she's fine."
"Definitely!" Sally exclaimed. "And now we're off to Panama City!"
"Um…what about Treize and Anne?" Hilde suddenly said, as they picked up their bill and coats.
"What about those two?" Sally asked back, as they whistled for a cab.
"They're working for Millardo too," Dorothy replied.
"You mean Millardo is working for them," Hilde corrected.
Climbing in the cab, Sally said, "airport, please," and the man behind the cab nodded and smiled a
toothless grin.
"Dear God," Hilde whispered and silently remembered her first love.
::Flashback::
Hilde smiled and ran towards the figure standing at her doorstep. He had his back to her, so he didn't
know she was behind him. He wore his leather jacket, and normal jeans.
"Duo!" She yelled, laughing at his astonished face. "Over here!"
"Hey, Hilde," Duo replied, smiling, his violet eyes melting Hilde's heart.
"Ready for the Prom, Duo?" Hilde asked, as he handed her a bouquet of roses.
"Sure am," he flashed her a grin. "I can't wait to show off my stuff!"
"You mean funky chicken dance?" Hilde teased, poking him in the ribs.
"Hey!" Duo protested, but laughed, "yeah."
::end flashback::
"Hey, Hilde," Sally said, waving her hand in front of Hilde's face. "Earth to Hilde! Mission control, we
have no response."
Dorothy giggled and dragged Hilde out of the cab while Sally paid the man.
"Dorothy, is she still out of it?" Sally asked, coming over to her at the curb.
"Yeah," she laughed. Spying a vender, Dorothy skipped over and bought something before returning with
a bottle of water in her hands.
"Houston, we're coming in contact in three, two, one," Dorothy giggled, then unscrewed the cap and
poured it over Hilde.
"HEY!" Hilde shrieked, jumping out of water-range.
Sally laughed, "Houston, we have lift-off!"
They taunted her the whole flight to Panama, which was a stop over flight, resulting in twelve hours of
torture.
*
"Maxwell speaking," Duo answered his phone.
"Duo—it's Barton and Yuy here." A voice said.
"Hey, 007, 008," Duo laughed. "Long time no hear? How's it going?"
"WuFei's looking after the girl…can you do us a favor and find out some background information on
these people?"
"Sure, who, Yuy?" Duo asked, propping his feet on his messy desk.
"First, Treize Khushrenada and Lady Anne Une." Heero's voice crackled through the wire.
"Okay, got it," Duo answered slowly, writing away on his notepad. "Who else?"
"FBI Agents Quatre Winner, Hermione Granger and Sandy Smith," Trowa supplied.
"Hermione…Granger…Sandy…Smith and…Quatre—WHAT?" Duo yelled the last part, jumping out of
his chair. "Did you say Quatre Winner? IS he there with you? Can I speak with him?"
"Woah, calm down Duo," Heero said. "Quatre? How do you know him?"
"Long story—is he there?" Duo asked hurriedly. "Come on, NOW!"
"Okay, okay, sheesh," Trowa said. You could hear him yelling, "Oi, Winner, get over here!" and then say
into the receiver, "he's coming."
"Hello?" Quatre asked.
"Winner—Duo Maxwell."
"DUO!" Quatre laughed happily. Everyone stared at him as he talked with Duo.
"Yeah…I see…um-hum…no, they're all fine…no, I haven't—oh, wait, yes I have seen her! Doing fine,
yes…no, not really…okay, I see…I will, don't worry, no, no, don't worry…okay…'bye, Duo." He then
hung up the phone and turned to see six people staring at him.
"Well? Are you going to tell us what you were talking about?" Relena demanded.
"Oh, Duo just wanted to catch up on some things. Long time, no see my old high school friends," Quatre
shrugged, and walked into his room.
"Well…he was informative," Sandy piped up. "Anyway…it's nearly two am…we better get some rest
before our plane tomorrow morning."
They all yawned said muffled goodnights and went to their rooms, all wondering, 'what does Panama
hold for us?'