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Heero looked over at Opelt, with his cobalt eyes. The colonel noticed a look of hatred in the Japanese's
eyes. No, maybe it wasn't hatred. It was something beyond that. The colonel leaned back and smiled. "Why
would you not want to come with me?" Heero thought for a moment. Getting himself captured wasn't going
to help Duo. Then again, getting himself killed wouldn't either. Also, he couldn't do away with this Opelt
guy until he knew where Duo was.
"Fine," muttered Heero, "I'll go."
"Good!" Exclaimed Opelt. "I warn you, I don't want any funny tricks from you." Then, quicker than a
flash, he pulled out his gun, and was ready to fire. "Got it?" Heero didn't answer, but Opelt was sure he got
the point across.
Meanwhile, Quatre Raberba Winner hid behind the bushes, not to far from where Heero was sitting. He
had heard something while he was in bed, and he knew it was Heero. So, he jumped on his bike, and
followed him to the park. "Boy, Heero's really got himself into a big mess," he whispered. The blonde
Arabian was startled , when Opelt's head turned towards the bush. Quickly, the pilot of 05 ducked down.
Oh, no...did he see me? His heart began to pound, as the colonel's eyes scanned the area. Oh, no...oh,
no...oh, no... He shook his head, and turned to Heero.
Quatre sighed with relief. I've got to be more careful! He looked at the girl that was standing behind
Heero. Who was she? Just then, the three of them got up, and left the park. I'd better follow them! Quatre
swiftly got up from the bushes, and got on his black bicycle. "I wonder where they are going..." He pedaled
as fast as he could, hoping they hadn't gone too far. He was happy to see Opelt and the others get in a small,
white car. After stopping the bike, Quatre waited for the car to drive away.
As soon as they left, Quatre went the direction the car had gone. Before he knew it, he could see them
from a slight distance. After following them for what seemed like an eternity, Quatre finally stopped at the
airport. The airport?! Just what are they going to do? Just then, everyone got out of the car and entered the
rather large airport. Quatre ran inside, hoping he could find a way to help.
Later, Heero sat in a plane seat, on Opelt's private jet. He had no clue of where they were going, but at
that moment he didn't care. If they led him to Duo, he knew he would find a way out. Just then, he thought
he saw a familiar face. "Hello, I'm Eric, and I will be your steward."
"Eric? Whatever happened to Sergio?" Inquired Opelt.
"Sergio called in sick. I will be taking his place." Heero looked up to see a blond boy, with dark eyes, in
a steward's outfit. That boy's name certainly wasn't Eric. His name was Quatre Raberba Winner! Heero,
apparently angry, growled, but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked away.
Duo Maxwell banged on the door as hard as he could. "I'm gonna get outta here! You'll see! NO
DUNGEON CAN HOLD SHINIGAMI!" He banged on it again. "THAT GOES FOR BASEMENTS,
TOO!" Then he felt a bang from the otherside of the door.
"Shut up in there! I don't care what can and can't hold 'Shinigami'!" Why, if Miss Lantanna didn't keep
insisting that you are so important, I would come in there right now and shoot you!"
"Whatever," mumbled Duo, as he went down the stairs. He slowly walked to the corner, and sat down.
"Man, this is uncool. Being cooped up like this...in what? A basement! A basement!" He sighed, as he
looked around the room. "There's nothing I can do for now. I guess I'll just have to hit the hay." He curled
up in a small ball, and closed his eyes. Soon afterwards, he drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, he was awaken to the sound of a door opening. He shot up from the ground, and
looked up the stairs. "As you can see, Duo Maxwell is in fine shape." The American squinted to see who
was looking talking about him. There, stood the woman known as Miss Lantanna, a man with red hair,
whom he had never seen before, and...
"Heero," whispered Duo, as he leaned against the wall.
Meanwhile, Quatre stood in front of the Opelt mansion, with wide eyes. As soon as the plane had landed,
he had hitched a cab and told it to follow Opelt's. Then, when he saw the road that Opelt had turned on, that
led to his house, he got off the taxi, and hiked the rest of the way. Now, he was standing in front of the
house that Heero and Duo were in. Now...how to get in?
Just then, an idea hit him. He felt through his pockets, and pulled out his cell phone. He never went
anywhere without it. He never knew when an emergency might arise. So, he did what he knew to do. Call
Trowa and WuFei.
The telephone rang as Trowa Barton turned over on his side, while he slept in his bed. It rang a few more
times, as he rubbed his eyes. Who in the world would be calling this late? He looked across the room, only
to find an empty bed. "Hmmm...where's Quatre?" He yawned and walked out into the hallway, where the
phone sat. No one ever called. Especially this late. The pilot of 03 picked up the phone.
"Trowa?
"Quatre where are you?"
"I know where Duo is."
"Yes, but where are you?"
"I think I'm a-" The phone went dead, cutting off his best friend's voice.
"Quatre? Quatre!"
Please review! Part three should be coming soon!
Heero looked over at Opelt, with his cobalt eyes. The colonel noticed a look of hatred in the Japanese's
eyes. No, maybe it wasn't hatred. It was something beyond that. The colonel leaned back and smiled. "Why
would you not want to come with me?" Heero thought for a moment. Getting himself captured wasn't going
to help Duo. Then again, getting himself killed wouldn't either. Also, he couldn't do away with this Opelt
guy until he knew where Duo was.
"Fine," muttered Heero, "I'll go."
"Good!" Exclaimed Opelt. "I warn you, I don't want any funny tricks from you." Then, quicker than a
flash, he pulled out his gun, and was ready to fire. "Got it?" Heero didn't answer, but Opelt was sure he got
the point across.
Meanwhile, Quatre Raberba Winner hid behind the bushes, not to far from where Heero was sitting. He
had heard something while he was in bed, and he knew it was Heero. So, he jumped on his bike, and
followed him to the park. "Boy, Heero's really got himself into a big mess," he whispered. The blonde
Arabian was startled , when Opelt's head turned towards the bush. Quickly, the pilot of 05 ducked down.
Oh, no...did he see me? His heart began to pound, as the colonel's eyes scanned the area. Oh, no...oh,
no...oh, no... He shook his head, and turned to Heero.
Quatre sighed with relief. I've got to be more careful! He looked at the girl that was standing behind
Heero. Who was she? Just then, the three of them got up, and left the park. I'd better follow them! Quatre
swiftly got up from the bushes, and got on his black bicycle. "I wonder where they are going..." He pedaled
as fast as he could, hoping they hadn't gone too far. He was happy to see Opelt and the others get in a small,
white car. After stopping the bike, Quatre waited for the car to drive away.
As soon as they left, Quatre went the direction the car had gone. Before he knew it, he could see them
from a slight distance. After following them for what seemed like an eternity, Quatre finally stopped at the
airport. The airport?! Just what are they going to do? Just then, everyone got out of the car and entered the
rather large airport. Quatre ran inside, hoping he could find a way to help.
Later, Heero sat in a plane seat, on Opelt's private jet. He had no clue of where they were going, but at
that moment he didn't care. If they led him to Duo, he knew he would find a way out. Just then, he thought
he saw a familiar face. "Hello, I'm Eric, and I will be your steward."
"Eric? Whatever happened to Sergio?" Inquired Opelt.
"Sergio called in sick. I will be taking his place." Heero looked up to see a blond boy, with dark eyes, in
a steward's outfit. That boy's name certainly wasn't Eric. His name was Quatre Raberba Winner! Heero,
apparently angry, growled, but didn't say anything. Instead, he looked away.
Duo Maxwell banged on the door as hard as he could. "I'm gonna get outta here! You'll see! NO
DUNGEON CAN HOLD SHINIGAMI!" He banged on it again. "THAT GOES FOR BASEMENTS,
TOO!" Then he felt a bang from the otherside of the door.
"Shut up in there! I don't care what can and can't hold 'Shinigami'!" Why, if Miss Lantanna didn't keep
insisting that you are so important, I would come in there right now and shoot you!"
"Whatever," mumbled Duo, as he went down the stairs. He slowly walked to the corner, and sat down.
"Man, this is uncool. Being cooped up like this...in what? A basement! A basement!" He sighed, as he
looked around the room. "There's nothing I can do for now. I guess I'll just have to hit the hay." He curled
up in a small ball, and closed his eyes. Soon afterwards, he drifted off to sleep.
A few hours later, he was awaken to the sound of a door opening. He shot up from the ground, and
looked up the stairs. "As you can see, Duo Maxwell is in fine shape." The American squinted to see who
was looking talking about him. There, stood the woman known as Miss Lantanna, a man with red hair,
whom he had never seen before, and...
"Heero," whispered Duo, as he leaned against the wall.
Meanwhile, Quatre stood in front of the Opelt mansion, with wide eyes. As soon as the plane had landed,
he had hitched a cab and told it to follow Opelt's. Then, when he saw the road that Opelt had turned on, that
led to his house, he got off the taxi, and hiked the rest of the way. Now, he was standing in front of the
house that Heero and Duo were in. Now...how to get in?
Just then, an idea hit him. He felt through his pockets, and pulled out his cell phone. He never went
anywhere without it. He never knew when an emergency might arise. So, he did what he knew to do. Call
Trowa and WuFei.
The telephone rang as Trowa Barton turned over on his side, while he slept in his bed. It rang a few more
times, as he rubbed his eyes. Who in the world would be calling this late? He looked across the room, only
to find an empty bed. "Hmmm...where's Quatre?" He yawned and walked out into the hallway, where the
phone sat. No one ever called. Especially this late. The pilot of 03 picked up the phone.
"Trowa?
"Quatre where are you?"
"I know where Duo is."
"Yes, but where are you?"
"I think I'm a-" The phone went dead, cutting off his best friend's voice.
"Quatre? Quatre!"
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