007, Secret Agent, Heero Yuy — Till Death Do Us Part, Part Four
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or Sandy, I loan her, Hermi's mine…I also don't own Panama City, or the
Panama Canal or the hotel they are staying at, which I also stayed in. I also don't own McDonnell's which
is right down the street.
AN: Lol…I guess you know what's in this part if you read the disclaimer…have fun! ^_^
When Hermione woke up that morning, she suddenly remembered what they were doing. Sharing a case
with a bunch of secret agents. How weird…
"Hey, you up yet, Hermi?" Sandy yawned from her bed.
"Barely," Hermione replied, then glanced over to the couch where Quatre's hair was poking up.
"I'm up, don't even think about it," his voice replied.
"Quatre, you take all the fun away," Sandy pouted, but she skipped into the bathroom to get ready.
Hermione stretched and wondered about the other guards and if Millardo knew who they were.
There was a knock at the adjoining room door, and when it opened, Heero and Relena stood their. You
could see WuFei and Trowa playing tug-of-war on a suitcase.
"Are you guys all packed?" Heero asked, annoyed. Relena came in the room and looked through Sandy's
clothes.
"Wow…this is nice," she commented.
"And not for sale," Sandy's voice called from the bathroom door. Relena's cheeks tinged pink, but she
cleared her throat and said, "never dreamed of it…"
Laughing, Quatre, picked up the phone and dialed room service. Turning back to them, he said,
"Breakfast will be here soon, then we leave this place for Panama."
Nodding, Heero turned and began packing, stealing the suitcase Trowa and WuFei were arguing over.
*
Millardo cringed and watched the sleek black limo roll up his driveway. It crunched over the gravel road,
stopping in front of him. Opening the door, he greeted, "welcome to my humble abode, Mr. Khushrenada
and Lady Une."
Stepping out of the car first was a tall man with short, brown hair. His brown eyes pierced Millardo's ice
blue ones, and Treize smiled.
"Millardo, what a nice home you have here…Lady? Are you coming to see it?" Treize asked, turning
back to the car.
"In a minute," a sharp voice said. A leg emerged first, knee boots showing, following a lady with long
brown hair down.
She wore a pretty blue dress that hung loosely on her and a rose was in her breast pocket. She had sharp
brown eyes, but she had some kind of kindness hidden in her…
"Mr. Millardo, how nice to see you again…are all the plans in order?" She asked, smiling.
"Somewhat," Millardo muttered.
"Come again?" Treize asked, frowning slightly.
"Relena is missing…some agent named Heero Yuy took her," he cringed at the memory of Heero…
::Flashback::
Millardo laughed as he watched the secret agent try to make it through his maze in time to save his
partner.
"Mr. Yuy. Please, do give it up," Millardo laughed into the microphone that Heero could hear where he
was.
"NEVER!" He yelled, turning this way and that, finally reaching the center where Duo Maxwell was held
in a camber filling up with water quickly.
"Damn," Millardo muttered, "he wasn't suppose to find him that easily. I better go into plan B…"
Pressing a few buttons and typing something on his keyboard, the water drained out, and Heero helped
righted a choking Duo.
"Millardo, you're going down," Heero snarled to the camera screen, and he and Duo jogged out of the
clearing.
"I don't think so, Mr. Yuy," Millardo exclaimed happily, as he pressed the 'enter' button.
A the maze was a bush-maze, heavy iron gates slammed shut in every passage.
"I dare you to find your way out of this, Yuy!" Millardo laughed insanely.
"I will!" Heero yelled back, gritting his teeth as the passage he choose slammed shut in front of him,
making him double back. He rounded another corner, finally reaching the exit. He ran out, helping Duo
along the way.
"NOOO!!!" Millardo screamed in rage. "Yuy…got…past me again!!" He then watched Heero and Duo
leave the building, setting explosives at all the entrances and exits.
Heero paused, and looked up at a camera.
"So long, old friend, Zechs," he mouthed before the screen fizzed out, leaving Millardo alone in his
burning warehouse.
::end flashback::
"Millardo? Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Treize exclaimed. He placed a hand on
Millardo's shoulder and Millardo blinked up at him, "huh?"
"Are you all right, Mr. Peacecraft? We should really be going to the airport now to make it to Panama
before those pesky agents do…we do want to greet your little sister, I do say," Une smiled, pulling out a
cigarette and lighting it.
"Yes, yes, let's go now, Ms. Une," Millardo forced a smile, climbing into the limo after Treize and Lady
Une.
While they zipped through the country-side of Italy and soon the mountains of the Swiss Alps in the
background, Millardo thought, 'little sister…Relena…please, don't make me do this to you.'
*
Hilde yawned and pulled out some change from her pocket. She was sweating badly and continuously
dabbing herself with a napkin.
"Who knew it could be this hot here?" she stated, sighing as she watched Dorothy fold her napkin
carefully into a fan.
"And its only November here too," Sally said, taking a bite out of her twelve-peso hamburger (one peso in
Panama is equal to ten American dollars, does that help? So hamburgers there were like, twelve cents).
"Gee, anyway," Dorothy said, her tongue sticking a bit out in concentration, "do you think they'll show
up at Hotel El Panama?"
"Most definitely. One thing I've learned about Relena is that she likes style…and this hotel is a Five-star
one," Hilde announced, getting up. "I'm getting another drink. You guys want?"
"Large Pepsi, or wait—Sprite…the Pepsi here is bad," Sally stuck her own tongue out, answering with a
"YUCK!"
"Large Pepsi and um…chocolate sundae perhaps?" Dorothy asked politely.
*
"Are we there yet?"
"NO!"
"Shut up, hey, what's-your-name-girl-with-the-sandy-coloured-hair, are we there yet?" Relena asked,
turning away from Heero to face a shocked Sandy.
"Um…I worked for you and you don't know my name when I was your own private guard?" Sandy
blinked.
"I only knew guy's names, okay? I only remember cute guys names," Relena shrugged, and Quatre turned
crimson.
"Does that mean you think Heero Yuy is cute?" Hermione grinned.
"Sure…and so are the other two."
"What are their names?" Quatre asked, still red.
"Trowa Barton and Chang WuFei."
"INJUSTICE!"
"Damn!"
Sandy, Hermione and Quatre laughed. Heero smirked slightly, but his mind was somewhere else.
'Going to come after me, Millardo? Or should I say, my old friend, Zechs Marquise?' Heero thought,
looking out the window to the puffy clouds beneath and beside the plane.
::flashback::
Heero dragged Duo out with him and set him in his old car. They weren't spies for British Intelligence
yet: they were common detectives from USA…well…at least Duo was. Heero left his home when he was
young and tried not to remember the bitterness there.
Pulling some putty and wires out of his glove compartment, Heero ran back to the warehouse door and
placed the putty dead-center.
Looking back up at the camera over the door, Heero mouthed, "goodbye old friend, Zechs…" before
dashing back to his car and gunning the engine, speeding off.
He didn't look back at all to see if Millardo made it out; he knew he did. His friend was a master at
coming out of the most impossible situations alive. And he taught Heero a thing or two about them…
*years later, when Heero is asked to be a Secret Agent*
"Are you prepared to take this job, knowing everyone and everything you know could be destroyed in a
seconds notice?" the man asked Heero. He was standing in front of a very old man with graying hair in a
bland room of an old apartment.
"Yes…"
"Even the death of your wife, Sylvia Noventa?" he continued.
There was a pause as Heero thought this over…
"I'm sorry to say, but yes…even my wife's death and the end to my existence as a human."
"I then welcome you to the Secret Service of Britain. You may join Mr. Maxwell now. You two will do
little jobs right now until we train you into a higher class."
"Thank you."
"Now go home and break the news to your wife."
"If it's still there."
"Very funny, Mr. Yuy."
'I'm not kidding, Mr. Dermailles,' Heero thought as he joined a chattering Duo outside the closed door.
'If Zechs got out of there, I'm already as good as dead…'
::end flashback::
"Hey, Heero," a voice beside him whispered.
Jumping, Heero turned to see Relena staring at him intently.
"Are you okay? What were you thinking about?"
"When I joined the BIS," Heero muttered, aware that it must be night; the plane was quiet and everyone
had blankets over them.
"BIS?" Relena asked.
"British Intelligence Service."
"Oh…I thought you were thinking about your wife…you had this dreamy look on your face. What was
she like?"
"Sylvia?" Heero asked, startled. No one he knew, even Duo, asked that question before.
"Yes…oh! Sylvia Noventa, right?" Relena's face brightened up. "We used to go to school together! Old
High School chums!"
"You knew my Sylvia? She never talked about her old school friends…"
"Yeah…she left in the middle of the year. We barely kept in contact after that," Relena smiled softly.
"You really loved her, didn't you? I know why…everyone loved Sylvia."
"Yes," Heero murmured, remembering his deceased wife.
"I'm sure you miss her," Relena continued sadly. She then kissed him on the cheek, and turned over. "We
all miss her…"
Ahaha! I managed to put Sylvia Noventa, Duke Dermailles in! And maybe even more later on….*grinz*
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Next time, Heero and Co. arrive in Panama city, only to find out that Millardo, Treize and Lady Une are
there and hot on their trail! They meet up with three other traitors to Millardo's guards and Duo comes to
warn them about something he found out…
Don't miss the next, exciting chapter of DBZ—whoops, Secret Agent, Heero Yuy: Till Death Do Us Part,
5!
Disclaimer: I don't own GW or Sandy, I loan her, Hermi's mine…I also don't own Panama City, or the
Panama Canal or the hotel they are staying at, which I also stayed in. I also don't own McDonnell's which
is right down the street.
AN: Lol…I guess you know what's in this part if you read the disclaimer…have fun! ^_^
When Hermione woke up that morning, she suddenly remembered what they were doing. Sharing a case
with a bunch of secret agents. How weird…
"Hey, you up yet, Hermi?" Sandy yawned from her bed.
"Barely," Hermione replied, then glanced over to the couch where Quatre's hair was poking up.
"I'm up, don't even think about it," his voice replied.
"Quatre, you take all the fun away," Sandy pouted, but she skipped into the bathroom to get ready.
Hermione stretched and wondered about the other guards and if Millardo knew who they were.
There was a knock at the adjoining room door, and when it opened, Heero and Relena stood their. You
could see WuFei and Trowa playing tug-of-war on a suitcase.
"Are you guys all packed?" Heero asked, annoyed. Relena came in the room and looked through Sandy's
clothes.
"Wow…this is nice," she commented.
"And not for sale," Sandy's voice called from the bathroom door. Relena's cheeks tinged pink, but she
cleared her throat and said, "never dreamed of it…"
Laughing, Quatre, picked up the phone and dialed room service. Turning back to them, he said,
"Breakfast will be here soon, then we leave this place for Panama."
Nodding, Heero turned and began packing, stealing the suitcase Trowa and WuFei were arguing over.
*
Millardo cringed and watched the sleek black limo roll up his driveway. It crunched over the gravel road,
stopping in front of him. Opening the door, he greeted, "welcome to my humble abode, Mr. Khushrenada
and Lady Une."
Stepping out of the car first was a tall man with short, brown hair. His brown eyes pierced Millardo's ice
blue ones, and Treize smiled.
"Millardo, what a nice home you have here…Lady? Are you coming to see it?" Treize asked, turning
back to the car.
"In a minute," a sharp voice said. A leg emerged first, knee boots showing, following a lady with long
brown hair down.
She wore a pretty blue dress that hung loosely on her and a rose was in her breast pocket. She had sharp
brown eyes, but she had some kind of kindness hidden in her…
"Mr. Millardo, how nice to see you again…are all the plans in order?" She asked, smiling.
"Somewhat," Millardo muttered.
"Come again?" Treize asked, frowning slightly.
"Relena is missing…some agent named Heero Yuy took her," he cringed at the memory of Heero…
::Flashback::
Millardo laughed as he watched the secret agent try to make it through his maze in time to save his
partner.
"Mr. Yuy. Please, do give it up," Millardo laughed into the microphone that Heero could hear where he
was.
"NEVER!" He yelled, turning this way and that, finally reaching the center where Duo Maxwell was held
in a camber filling up with water quickly.
"Damn," Millardo muttered, "he wasn't suppose to find him that easily. I better go into plan B…"
Pressing a few buttons and typing something on his keyboard, the water drained out, and Heero helped
righted a choking Duo.
"Millardo, you're going down," Heero snarled to the camera screen, and he and Duo jogged out of the
clearing.
"I don't think so, Mr. Yuy," Millardo exclaimed happily, as he pressed the 'enter' button.
A the maze was a bush-maze, heavy iron gates slammed shut in every passage.
"I dare you to find your way out of this, Yuy!" Millardo laughed insanely.
"I will!" Heero yelled back, gritting his teeth as the passage he choose slammed shut in front of him,
making him double back. He rounded another corner, finally reaching the exit. He ran out, helping Duo
along the way.
"NOOO!!!" Millardo screamed in rage. "Yuy…got…past me again!!" He then watched Heero and Duo
leave the building, setting explosives at all the entrances and exits.
Heero paused, and looked up at a camera.
"So long, old friend, Zechs," he mouthed before the screen fizzed out, leaving Millardo alone in his
burning warehouse.
::end flashback::
"Millardo? Are you all right? You look like you've seen a ghost!" Treize exclaimed. He placed a hand on
Millardo's shoulder and Millardo blinked up at him, "huh?"
"Are you all right, Mr. Peacecraft? We should really be going to the airport now to make it to Panama
before those pesky agents do…we do want to greet your little sister, I do say," Une smiled, pulling out a
cigarette and lighting it.
"Yes, yes, let's go now, Ms. Une," Millardo forced a smile, climbing into the limo after Treize and Lady
Une.
While they zipped through the country-side of Italy and soon the mountains of the Swiss Alps in the
background, Millardo thought, 'little sister…Relena…please, don't make me do this to you.'
*
Hilde yawned and pulled out some change from her pocket. She was sweating badly and continuously
dabbing herself with a napkin.
"Who knew it could be this hot here?" she stated, sighing as she watched Dorothy fold her napkin
carefully into a fan.
"And its only November here too," Sally said, taking a bite out of her twelve-peso hamburger (one peso in
Panama is equal to ten American dollars, does that help? So hamburgers there were like, twelve cents).
"Gee, anyway," Dorothy said, her tongue sticking a bit out in concentration, "do you think they'll show
up at Hotel El Panama?"
"Most definitely. One thing I've learned about Relena is that she likes style…and this hotel is a Five-star
one," Hilde announced, getting up. "I'm getting another drink. You guys want?"
"Large Pepsi, or wait—Sprite…the Pepsi here is bad," Sally stuck her own tongue out, answering with a
"YUCK!"
"Large Pepsi and um…chocolate sundae perhaps?" Dorothy asked politely.
*
"Are we there yet?"
"NO!"
"Shut up, hey, what's-your-name-girl-with-the-sandy-coloured-hair, are we there yet?" Relena asked,
turning away from Heero to face a shocked Sandy.
"Um…I worked for you and you don't know my name when I was your own private guard?" Sandy
blinked.
"I only knew guy's names, okay? I only remember cute guys names," Relena shrugged, and Quatre turned
crimson.
"Does that mean you think Heero Yuy is cute?" Hermione grinned.
"Sure…and so are the other two."
"What are their names?" Quatre asked, still red.
"Trowa Barton and Chang WuFei."
"INJUSTICE!"
"Damn!"
Sandy, Hermione and Quatre laughed. Heero smirked slightly, but his mind was somewhere else.
'Going to come after me, Millardo? Or should I say, my old friend, Zechs Marquise?' Heero thought,
looking out the window to the puffy clouds beneath and beside the plane.
::flashback::
Heero dragged Duo out with him and set him in his old car. They weren't spies for British Intelligence
yet: they were common detectives from USA…well…at least Duo was. Heero left his home when he was
young and tried not to remember the bitterness there.
Pulling some putty and wires out of his glove compartment, Heero ran back to the warehouse door and
placed the putty dead-center.
Looking back up at the camera over the door, Heero mouthed, "goodbye old friend, Zechs…" before
dashing back to his car and gunning the engine, speeding off.
He didn't look back at all to see if Millardo made it out; he knew he did. His friend was a master at
coming out of the most impossible situations alive. And he taught Heero a thing or two about them…
*years later, when Heero is asked to be a Secret Agent*
"Are you prepared to take this job, knowing everyone and everything you know could be destroyed in a
seconds notice?" the man asked Heero. He was standing in front of a very old man with graying hair in a
bland room of an old apartment.
"Yes…"
"Even the death of your wife, Sylvia Noventa?" he continued.
There was a pause as Heero thought this over…
"I'm sorry to say, but yes…even my wife's death and the end to my existence as a human."
"I then welcome you to the Secret Service of Britain. You may join Mr. Maxwell now. You two will do
little jobs right now until we train you into a higher class."
"Thank you."
"Now go home and break the news to your wife."
"If it's still there."
"Very funny, Mr. Yuy."
'I'm not kidding, Mr. Dermailles,' Heero thought as he joined a chattering Duo outside the closed door.
'If Zechs got out of there, I'm already as good as dead…'
::end flashback::
"Hey, Heero," a voice beside him whispered.
Jumping, Heero turned to see Relena staring at him intently.
"Are you okay? What were you thinking about?"
"When I joined the BIS," Heero muttered, aware that it must be night; the plane was quiet and everyone
had blankets over them.
"BIS?" Relena asked.
"British Intelligence Service."
"Oh…I thought you were thinking about your wife…you had this dreamy look on your face. What was
she like?"
"Sylvia?" Heero asked, startled. No one he knew, even Duo, asked that question before.
"Yes…oh! Sylvia Noventa, right?" Relena's face brightened up. "We used to go to school together! Old
High School chums!"
"You knew my Sylvia? She never talked about her old school friends…"
"Yeah…she left in the middle of the year. We barely kept in contact after that," Relena smiled softly.
"You really loved her, didn't you? I know why…everyone loved Sylvia."
"Yes," Heero murmured, remembering his deceased wife.
"I'm sure you miss her," Relena continued sadly. She then kissed him on the cheek, and turned over. "We
all miss her…"
Ahaha! I managed to put Sylvia Noventa, Duke Dermailles in! And maybe even more later on….*grinz*
I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Next time, Heero and Co. arrive in Panama city, only to find out that Millardo, Treize and Lady Une are
there and hot on their trail! They meet up with three other traitors to Millardo's guards and Duo comes to
warn them about something he found out…
Don't miss the next, exciting chapter of DBZ—whoops, Secret Agent, Heero Yuy: Till Death Do Us Part,
5!