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Through the Dark: Part 2
Duo Maxwell glared at what he had until recently thought to be a small, secret Oz base, one that had recently revealed itself to be much bigger than he, or the other Gundam pilots, had thought-making Duo's mission much, much more complicated.
He sighed. Well, no one had said being an elite Gundam pilot would be easy.....But, dammit, this wasn't even work in a Gundam! Shaking his head, Duo pulled his gun out of it's holster. He'd thought his plan through a dozen times, but it still seemed impractical and impossible. He had to find nine guys in what would be, essencially, a city full of hostiles. And then, he had to get them back outside and to safety before the other pilots arrived with their Gundams. From there on, it should be easier, and he wouldn't need to worry about having a plan-but for now, that was the one thing foremost on his mind.
Coming in close second, was his koi, Heero. Even though he shouldn't have been, Heero was definately on Duo's mind.
Shaking his head to clear it, Deathscythe's pilot slung his bag over one shoulder, mindful of the long brown braid that hung like a rope down his back. He hated the town he was in-it was smelly, dirty and no one within a fifty mile radius was even remotely trustworthy-but there was one good asset to it. Act like your addicted to a drug, have a deadly disease and then don't bathe for a week and you fit right in with the locals. And no one, NO ONE, would bother you.
As much as he hated it, the bathing situation wasn't a difficulty for Duo-meaning to say that he was as ripe as anyone in the town due to the need of keeping a relitivly low profile, and lack of sleep gave him blood shot eyes with bags under them. As long as he slouched and breathed as though he had something perpetually caught in his throat, the young man could easily pull of the charade.
He staggered towards the building, hunched over, his head down so that his chin was against his chest. From the outside, the Oz base looked little different than most of the grungy buildings in the town-that was the whole point. Unless you were looking specifically for it-or had the misfortune of attempting to go inside-it was wholly unremarkable.
As Duo slowly made his way over, his trained eyes easily caught site of the few give aways as to the building's true nature-a high tech security system by the door, cleverly disguised as an odd, decrepide mailbox; and the two, out of uniform, gaurds whose eyes slowly skimmed the streets for possible enemies-or maybe just a good fuck. It was the guards that Duo had to deal with first. He could feel their eyes on him as he neared the place....
Hopefully, they would be out of practice and lax, given they were assigned a job that had very little excitement-but the self proclaimed Shinigami couldn't count on that. He wonder who they'd pissed to get such a shitty assignment.....
He staggered up to the nearest gaurd, hoping that the other would also head in his direction.
"What do you want?" The guard asked, glaring at the pilot in disgust. Duo withheld an ironic smile and didn't answer right away-he wasn't even sure what he could say. Out of the corner of his violet eye, he saw the other guard approaching. Apparently, he'd been quiet too long, because the first man repeated his question, his voice a growl.
"DARK?" Duo asked with a cough to disguise his voice. "Do you have any DARK?"
The gaurd made a disgusted noise, and looked up at his companion who had nearly reached him. "It's just another strung out addict, Tech," he told him without bothering to cover up his loathing for DARK addicts. Not that Duo blamed him-the crazed, do-anything-for-a-hit people made him want to throttle something as well.
The second gaurd, Tech, smirked and made it the rest of the way there. Duo tensed, ready to lash out. Something made him pause....."Go ahead and send him in," Tech said, his voice slightly smoother than his friend's, though it too held contempt. Duo almost dropped his cover because of what he heard, and payed carefully attention-but neither guard eleborated on why normal, strung out citizens would be allowed into a top secret Oz base where new mobile suits were being designed....
"Well, you heard him," the first guard growled, his attention apparently back on Duo. "Go on in through that door and tell them that Ren and Tech sent'ya."
Stooping lower, Duo mumbled something that sounded like an apology, and scuffled inside the indicated door-without any difficulties from the security system! Something was definately wierd....
Clutching his gun tightly, though he was still crouched over in such a way that his body shielded it, Duo found himself in a world very different from the city. Clean, white and steril looking, the building was much more average for a powerful organization, such as Oz, than the rest of the town-though it did lack the elegance other places had.
Duo took two steps in on the polished floor, his violet eyes quickly taking in the two occupied desks, and doorway directly across from him. Other than that, the room seemed bare-there were windows, but all of them were coated black so that people couldn't see inside; on the desks were computers, but little else. Sitting at each desk, was a person, in an odd variation of the standard uniform, that Duo had never seen before.
The two people looked up with surprise at Duo's entrance, and one quickly got to his feet, hand going for his hip. Duo tensed, just about ready to shoot him, but curiosity got the better of him and, even though it wasn't likely a safe move, he decided to play the withdrawn druggie a bit longer.
"Who are you?" The other person demanded, and for the first time, Duo noticed that he was a she-though, it was nearly impossible to tell by looking at her.
Duo hesitated, tempted to answer with 'Shinigami' then blow her head off-but a little self control squelched the urge. He mumbled the first name-aside from Heero and Duo-that came to his mind. "Antony." Not that it made any difference to these Oz people...."Do you have DARK?"
The two officers exchanged glances. "The guards must have sent him in," The man said, stowing his gun away in it's holster once again. "Should we have him go downstairs?"
The woman shrugged, completely ignoring the fact that Duo could hear everything said, just like her companion. "Why not? The docs said they got more-I don't think they'll complain to have one earlier than expected..." She looked at Duo again, her eyes narrowing and her nose wrinkling at his ripe smell. She sat down at her desk. "You bring him down-I can smell him from here."
"Hey, but-" The other person protested, but she shot him a glare, and he reluctantly mumbled his agreement to her order. "Come on," he hissed to Duo, coming out from behind the desk and going to the door that Shinigami had noticed earlier.
Duo followed her, getting a glare from the woman as he passed her. He marvled at how lax the security was-it still didn't seem right.....but he was hopeful that it would be as easy as it seemed. That would save a lot of time and grief, and he'd be back in Heero's arms that much quicker.
After being led through the mysterious doorway, Duo found himself in an elevator with the Oz man-who stood as far from Duo as he could in the confined space. A glimse at himself in one of the shiny metal walls revealed part of the reason why to the young pilot. Duo truly did look awful! His hair was a scattered mess, he was dirty and looked at least ten years older hunched over the way he was. He could also see his gun, and carefully stashed it in a safer place.
The elevator started moving downwards with a jerk, humming slightly as it did. For a moment, Duo felt his stomach go up in his throat, but the ride was short and soon the doors opened again.
They stepped out into a room nearly identical to the one they had just exited. Two desks were against the wall facing in, with strangly clad people behind them. One of the men nodded to Duo's escort. "Subject?" He asked-once again Duo was ignored.
"Hai," The man growled. "Take him to Dr-"
The other man laughed. "Not a chance, Rich-you take him yourself."
Rich-Duo's escort, that is-growled again and gave the Gundam pilot a venimous glare. "Come'on baka," he muttered, scowling as he left the room, his budies laughing in their wake.
Duo studied the corridor he was led into with interest-doors brok off about every ten or twenty feet, and an occasional tunnel-identical to the one he was in-intersected it. He was led through several such turns, carefully memorizing where they were so he could find his way out. It seemed like a maze down there...
At last, Rich stopped and rapped on one of the doors, then entered without waiting for a reply. This interested Duo, because the door was a silver metal, unlike most of the others which were either wood or painted white, like the walls.
Duo followed him inside-and was faced with a nightmarish room. It was cold-icy-with a metal opperating table in the center, a row of cabinets on one wall above a sink and counter. One the other wall was a number of needles and other things that looked vaguely like medical impliments, but much more like torture devices. The worst part was the woman who sat huddled in a corner beside a meager amount of food and water, one hand changed to the wall.
The word 'bondage' flit briefly through Duo's mind as he took this all in. He was so engrossed in the rooms details, that he was startled when the door closed behind him.
Rich walked further into the room, and knelt beside the woman, who was clad in what appeared to be a long white, starched dress. "Dr. Jem." his voice was harsh and Duo saw that his lip pulled up in a sneer as he spoke the name. The woman looked up at him with red eyes, not bothering to shove her frizzled hair out of her eyes to see him better. "I brought a patient for you."
Two sets of eyes turned to Duo, ever so briefly, then locked on each other once again in what appeared to be cold hatred-or general dislike, at the very least. Scowling, Rich broke the glare as he unlocked the woman's wrist from the table. "Ring when your done."
He got to his feet and brushed out of the room, passing Duo without a glance. Duo watched the door close behind him, with a growing feeling of dread. What had he gotten himself into now?
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Note: Ummmm.....ta da! part two! Tell me what you think. PLEASE.......
Through the Dark: Part 2
Duo Maxwell glared at what he had until recently thought to be a small, secret Oz base, one that had recently revealed itself to be much bigger than he, or the other Gundam pilots, had thought-making Duo's mission much, much more complicated.
He sighed. Well, no one had said being an elite Gundam pilot would be easy.....But, dammit, this wasn't even work in a Gundam! Shaking his head, Duo pulled his gun out of it's holster. He'd thought his plan through a dozen times, but it still seemed impractical and impossible. He had to find nine guys in what would be, essencially, a city full of hostiles. And then, he had to get them back outside and to safety before the other pilots arrived with their Gundams. From there on, it should be easier, and he wouldn't need to worry about having a plan-but for now, that was the one thing foremost on his mind.
Coming in close second, was his koi, Heero. Even though he shouldn't have been, Heero was definately on Duo's mind.
Shaking his head to clear it, Deathscythe's pilot slung his bag over one shoulder, mindful of the long brown braid that hung like a rope down his back. He hated the town he was in-it was smelly, dirty and no one within a fifty mile radius was even remotely trustworthy-but there was one good asset to it. Act like your addicted to a drug, have a deadly disease and then don't bathe for a week and you fit right in with the locals. And no one, NO ONE, would bother you.
As much as he hated it, the bathing situation wasn't a difficulty for Duo-meaning to say that he was as ripe as anyone in the town due to the need of keeping a relitivly low profile, and lack of sleep gave him blood shot eyes with bags under them. As long as he slouched and breathed as though he had something perpetually caught in his throat, the young man could easily pull of the charade.
He staggered towards the building, hunched over, his head down so that his chin was against his chest. From the outside, the Oz base looked little different than most of the grungy buildings in the town-that was the whole point. Unless you were looking specifically for it-or had the misfortune of attempting to go inside-it was wholly unremarkable.
As Duo slowly made his way over, his trained eyes easily caught site of the few give aways as to the building's true nature-a high tech security system by the door, cleverly disguised as an odd, decrepide mailbox; and the two, out of uniform, gaurds whose eyes slowly skimmed the streets for possible enemies-or maybe just a good fuck. It was the guards that Duo had to deal with first. He could feel their eyes on him as he neared the place....
Hopefully, they would be out of practice and lax, given they were assigned a job that had very little excitement-but the self proclaimed Shinigami couldn't count on that. He wonder who they'd pissed to get such a shitty assignment.....
He staggered up to the nearest gaurd, hoping that the other would also head in his direction.
"What do you want?" The guard asked, glaring at the pilot in disgust. Duo withheld an ironic smile and didn't answer right away-he wasn't even sure what he could say. Out of the corner of his violet eye, he saw the other guard approaching. Apparently, he'd been quiet too long, because the first man repeated his question, his voice a growl.
"DARK?" Duo asked with a cough to disguise his voice. "Do you have any DARK?"
The gaurd made a disgusted noise, and looked up at his companion who had nearly reached him. "It's just another strung out addict, Tech," he told him without bothering to cover up his loathing for DARK addicts. Not that Duo blamed him-the crazed, do-anything-for-a-hit people made him want to throttle something as well.
The second gaurd, Tech, smirked and made it the rest of the way there. Duo tensed, ready to lash out. Something made him pause....."Go ahead and send him in," Tech said, his voice slightly smoother than his friend's, though it too held contempt. Duo almost dropped his cover because of what he heard, and payed carefully attention-but neither guard eleborated on why normal, strung out citizens would be allowed into a top secret Oz base where new mobile suits were being designed....
"Well, you heard him," the first guard growled, his attention apparently back on Duo. "Go on in through that door and tell them that Ren and Tech sent'ya."
Stooping lower, Duo mumbled something that sounded like an apology, and scuffled inside the indicated door-without any difficulties from the security system! Something was definately wierd....
Clutching his gun tightly, though he was still crouched over in such a way that his body shielded it, Duo found himself in a world very different from the city. Clean, white and steril looking, the building was much more average for a powerful organization, such as Oz, than the rest of the town-though it did lack the elegance other places had.
Duo took two steps in on the polished floor, his violet eyes quickly taking in the two occupied desks, and doorway directly across from him. Other than that, the room seemed bare-there were windows, but all of them were coated black so that people couldn't see inside; on the desks were computers, but little else. Sitting at each desk, was a person, in an odd variation of the standard uniform, that Duo had never seen before.
The two people looked up with surprise at Duo's entrance, and one quickly got to his feet, hand going for his hip. Duo tensed, just about ready to shoot him, but curiosity got the better of him and, even though it wasn't likely a safe move, he decided to play the withdrawn druggie a bit longer.
"Who are you?" The other person demanded, and for the first time, Duo noticed that he was a she-though, it was nearly impossible to tell by looking at her.
Duo hesitated, tempted to answer with 'Shinigami' then blow her head off-but a little self control squelched the urge. He mumbled the first name-aside from Heero and Duo-that came to his mind. "Antony." Not that it made any difference to these Oz people...."Do you have DARK?"
The two officers exchanged glances. "The guards must have sent him in," The man said, stowing his gun away in it's holster once again. "Should we have him go downstairs?"
The woman shrugged, completely ignoring the fact that Duo could hear everything said, just like her companion. "Why not? The docs said they got more-I don't think they'll complain to have one earlier than expected..." She looked at Duo again, her eyes narrowing and her nose wrinkling at his ripe smell. She sat down at her desk. "You bring him down-I can smell him from here."
"Hey, but-" The other person protested, but she shot him a glare, and he reluctantly mumbled his agreement to her order. "Come on," he hissed to Duo, coming out from behind the desk and going to the door that Shinigami had noticed earlier.
Duo followed her, getting a glare from the woman as he passed her. He marvled at how lax the security was-it still didn't seem right.....but he was hopeful that it would be as easy as it seemed. That would save a lot of time and grief, and he'd be back in Heero's arms that much quicker.
After being led through the mysterious doorway, Duo found himself in an elevator with the Oz man-who stood as far from Duo as he could in the confined space. A glimse at himself in one of the shiny metal walls revealed part of the reason why to the young pilot. Duo truly did look awful! His hair was a scattered mess, he was dirty and looked at least ten years older hunched over the way he was. He could also see his gun, and carefully stashed it in a safer place.
The elevator started moving downwards with a jerk, humming slightly as it did. For a moment, Duo felt his stomach go up in his throat, but the ride was short and soon the doors opened again.
They stepped out into a room nearly identical to the one they had just exited. Two desks were against the wall facing in, with strangly clad people behind them. One of the men nodded to Duo's escort. "Subject?" He asked-once again Duo was ignored.
"Hai," The man growled. "Take him to Dr-"
The other man laughed. "Not a chance, Rich-you take him yourself."
Rich-Duo's escort, that is-growled again and gave the Gundam pilot a venimous glare. "Come'on baka," he muttered, scowling as he left the room, his budies laughing in their wake.
Duo studied the corridor he was led into with interest-doors brok off about every ten or twenty feet, and an occasional tunnel-identical to the one he was in-intersected it. He was led through several such turns, carefully memorizing where they were so he could find his way out. It seemed like a maze down there...
At last, Rich stopped and rapped on one of the doors, then entered without waiting for a reply. This interested Duo, because the door was a silver metal, unlike most of the others which were either wood or painted white, like the walls.
Duo followed him inside-and was faced with a nightmarish room. It was cold-icy-with a metal opperating table in the center, a row of cabinets on one wall above a sink and counter. One the other wall was a number of needles and other things that looked vaguely like medical impliments, but much more like torture devices. The worst part was the woman who sat huddled in a corner beside a meager amount of food and water, one hand changed to the wall.
The word 'bondage' flit briefly through Duo's mind as he took this all in. He was so engrossed in the rooms details, that he was startled when the door closed behind him.
Rich walked further into the room, and knelt beside the woman, who was clad in what appeared to be a long white, starched dress. "Dr. Jem." his voice was harsh and Duo saw that his lip pulled up in a sneer as he spoke the name. The woman looked up at him with red eyes, not bothering to shove her frizzled hair out of her eyes to see him better. "I brought a patient for you."
Two sets of eyes turned to Duo, ever so briefly, then locked on each other once again in what appeared to be cold hatred-or general dislike, at the very least. Scowling, Rich broke the glare as he unlocked the woman's wrist from the table. "Ring when your done."
He got to his feet and brushed out of the room, passing Duo without a glance. Duo watched the door close behind him, with a growing feeling of dread. What had he gotten himself into now?
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