Chapter Five: Breaking The Barrier
To all appearances, the room was uninhabited. The computer on top of the desk lay lifeless and blank-it had been many days since its owner had turned it on. The bunkbeds against one wall were identically unrumpled and smooth, unused-looking, despite the fact that a boy did lie on the lower one. He lay completely still and unmoving, the way he placed his body on the mattress so unrelaxed that he didn't leave a wrinkle on the bedcover.
Trowa glared at the shadowed wall, forest-green eyes narrow. Of course the small bunkroom was empty and quiet-only one of its occupants was there. And it was all_his_fault_.
Now, though, he was going to take steps to atone for that. He rolled off the bed and headed out the door.
Ten minutes later, he was seated in a large conference room, shielded from surveillance and soundproof. It was dark, because of both the color of the walls and the lack of light, but he could still see the figure seated at one end.
"Do you have the plans?" he asked brusquely. It was practically the only way to deal efficiently with Quatre Raberba Winner, the Rebellion's top information source. The young blond rose to his feet and, wordlessly, laid a rolled-up blueprint on the desk. "The coordinates are on this data wafer," Quatre said. Trowa looked up at Quatre's face as he accepted the small computer disc. He found himself wondering what color Quatre's eyes were-that was a question no one he knew could answer, as no one had ever seen the young CEO without his dark, opaque shades.
Quatre's conglomerate, the Winner Group, received a lot of military contracts-meaning Quatre had quite a lot of information at his fingertips, and the chance to gain more. He had contacts all over the place. And he placed them all at the hands of the Colonies. Trowa didn't know the story behind that loyalty-only the High Command did-but Quatre's information was accurate, and Quatre was never caught. That was all Trowa cared about. It was Quatre who had told him Heero was still alive, and being held prisoner. And now, it was Quatre who would tell him how to get Heero back.
'Just you wait, Heero. I'm coming to get you back.'
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"Br…Brann?!"
Heero collapsed back onto his cot, cobalt eyes regarding the two Marquise siblings with shock.
"That's my online handle," Relena said, watching him warily. "What's it to you?"
Zechs was watching Heero with a more suspicious gaze. That Rebel kid had recognized that name.
As if Heero felt Zechs' eyes on him, Heero rolled over and made his face look sleepy and unconcerned. He closed his eyes, commenting off-handedly, "So you do know how to surf. Huh. What's it mean?"
He rolled over, hiding his face from Zechs' suspicious eyes. "As if you care," Relena replied, "Brann means…"
'Ice,' Heero mouthed the word into his pillow as Relena said it.
Author's notes: So now you've met the whole complement of Gundam boys and some of the other characters too. Can you guess where the others are going to show up? Remember, this is AU.
Someone commented it was like reading a story about totally different people who just happen to have the same names. I guess the characters are OOC, but you'll see them slipping IC later on.
Sorry it was so short, but I hope you enjoyed nevertheless. Feedback would greatly help this writer's block I've found myself in, so... Please do! Chapter six is half-done, expect it in two days. Peygan, I mean it this time! Really!