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Duo: The Great Destroyer Never Again

Chapter 7

The night breeze drifted across the cool sand. Releena leaned into her husbands shoulder. It was so peaceful, she thought. No wars or meetings or peace conferences. Just her and Heero.

Heero's quick reflexes were the only thing that saved him. As soon as he heard the tell tale crack of a sniper rifle being fired he dove down, trying to shield Releena as he fell. But the bullet was too fast. It caught him beside the neck, shattering his collar bone. It continued at a downward angle, passing through his left lung and just missing his spine. It exited through a neat hole above his right kidney.

Heero fell to the ground with a pained grunt. Releena cried out and rolled him onto his back. "Heero! Can you hear me Heero?" Desperately she tried to bandage the wound as the white sand was stained crimson. Giving up, she sprinted up to the cottage, praying she would make it to a phone in time.


On the rock bluff two hundred meters away, the sniper smiled to herself. Satisfied that her mission was complete, she calmly, methodicly packed up the rifle. Casting one last look at the prone figure on the sand, she turned and walked down to the road. Her ride would be they're shortly and she had ever so much to do.
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During his first week, Duo had quickly adapted to life with the wraithes. He had been given a small room with two bunks that he shared with a likeable new recriute whose name was Trent Jacobs. Trent had joined the Wraithes mainly as a way to get away from home. He fit neither the Neo Oz fanatic, or the callouse pirate attitude profiles that Duo had encountered from many of the Wraithes. It was a refreshing change and trent became his closest "friend" on the ship. He continued to train in the auxilery bay.

The hatch to his room hissed open. Duo watched the figure enter through slitted eyes. His grip tightened on the gun he held under the covers. The figure drew nearer, Duo tensed. When the figure was in range, Duo exploded into action. He rolled onto the floor and and came up behind the man. Spinning around, he jammed the gun barrel into the back of his head. The man stiffened and shouted in shock.

"Jesus Drake!" Trent shouted, "You scared the hell out of me!"

Duo lowered the gun and flipped on the light. "Sorry Trent. What are you doing up at this hour?"

"Ever hear of a bathroom?" Trent was overcomming his surprise and now sounded quite annoyed.

"Sorry."

"Yeah whatever. See ya in the morning." Trent jabbed the light and climbed into his bunk.

Duo grunted a reply and collapsed into his bunk.
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Eeeeewwwwwweeeeerrrr, Eeeeeewwwwweeeer. The siren blared out across the misty morning. In the New Edwards space port control tower, the controller crew was dragged into full wakefulness by the harsh sound.

Lieutenant Commander Jacobs had worked as an operator for the Earth Sphere Alliance, then for Oz, and finally for the Earth Sphere Nation. The Government had changed but he had always worked there, sitting in the same station and doing the same job. He was the only one present who recognized the sirens. He had been here during the War. He was the only one who knew what they meant.

Springing from his chair, he shouted, "We're under attack. Scramble the Aries!"

A deck controller looked up and asked, "How do you know what they mean?"

"I was here during the Gundam attack. Scramble those Aries now!"

Across the hard asphalt a bunker opened. Four Aires launched into the gray morning.

The men in the control tower listened to their comm chatter as they launched. "This is red leader, we have visual on an explosion towards the southeast. Looks like the Mobile suit space transports." "Red two here. Confirmed target as Ms-STs.'

Jacobs looked warily out into the fog and cautioned, "Be careful, we don't know what's out thee.

"Yes sir." The Aries faded quickly into the mist. Suddenly there was a burst of chatter on the comm. "Visual... Ahhh I'm hit!.... Fall back! Fall Back!.... What is that thing!?....AAAHHHHHHH...... With the last scream, the chatter faded to static.

The tower crew watched nervously. Three figures emerged from the mist. One of them was smoking badly. "What the hell happened?!" Jacobs shouted.

"A mobile suit. I think it was a..." There was a hiss of static as the line was interrupted. A female voice came on the line. "A Talgeese. I am acquiring one of these ships so that I may get into space. Rest assured that once I do I will not trouble you again."

Through the mist they could see the white glow of the thrust rockets as the Egg shaped ship lifted towards space on a pillar of flame.
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Duo stared at General Cobalt in surprise. "You're giving me a mission?" he asked incredulousely.

General Cobalt smiled, "I think it would be a waste of your talents not to. You will be taking over a squadron that lost its leader in our last attack. Squadron three, just ask the Deck Director."

Duo nodded, "Sir, a policy question."

Cobalt arched an eyebrow, "Oh?"

"I've heard reports that you destroy the shuttles you attack. How is that profitable?"

Smilling coldly, Cobalt replied, "We warn them that if they don't surrender, they will be destroyed. By fufilling these threats it is more likely that they will not be ignored the next time."

"Has anyone ever surrendered?"

Cobalt smiled coldly, "Today may be the first."

Duo nodded and made his way to the hanger bay. His squadron was waiting patiantly by their rank of twelve rust-red Taurus models. Snapping a quik return salute Duo vaulted into his suit. Flipping on his comm he called jovially, "Squadron three, this is commander Walker. Call off the numbers and get ready to burn.