I would like to
apologize for my stupidity. I uploaded the prolog instead of Chapter Two.
I have repaired
the problem.
Well, to all my
loyal readers, here's chapter two. I hope you like it. On with the story!
CHAPTER TWO
"I'll see you tomorrow in homeroom right?" Andrea asked Duo as she got her bike from the bike rack after school.
"Yup, I'll be there," He said.
She got on her bike and rode off, leaving Duo standing there, waiting for his friends.
Andrea biked hard and fast, hoping to get to the hideout soon. She turned off onto a dirt road. It was an unpopulated area, forest on both sides of the road. Sweat was building under her blue bike helmet and her legs were aching. A large boulder ahead of her caught her eye, and she switched over to the left side of the road. She hopped off her bike and walked her bike behind the large boulder, behind it was a small path. Andrea walked her bike down the path and soon came to a large warehouse. She unlocked the door and wheeled her bike inside. The trip in total took her twenty minutes.
Inside was a small living room with a small couch. She shut the door and dropped her helmet onto the handlebars of her helmet. She walked into the bedroom. A double-size bed, a desk with a laptop, and a bathroom conjoining the bedroom awaited her. She plopped herself in front of the laptop and turned it on.
Fifteen minutes later, Andrea was busy playing a game of Solitaire when a message appeared on the screen.
MESSAGE
FOR T6
URGENT
"Oh great," She said to herself. "As if I don't have enough to do tonight. I have hours of homework." She opened up the message.
T6,
We have
a mission for you. It's a quick in and out operation, you should be able to
complete it. There's an OZ military base, Thirty-five miles south of your
current location. You might want to take the motorcycle. It's too far for you
to ride your bike.
Sneak
into the base and retrieve information on a new mobile suit model from the main
computer. Previous attempts to retrieve this information have failed. You are
our last chance at this. An undercover
agent will be helping you in this operation. He'll create a distraction; blow
something up or something like that. You get the idea.
If you
do not get the information by 8:00 this evening, the file will be transmitted
out of our reach permanently. This is a one shot deal. Don't blow it.
Y
P.S. Enclosed is some information of the base.
Cool! I get to use the motorcycle! They never let me use it! She thought to herself. Out loud she said, "Will do," and looked over the information. After a while, she closed the file. "After I take a shower."
Andrea was out of the shower and dressed in twenty minutes. She was dressed in a red tank top, a pair of black jeans, and a large jean jacket. Her hair was braided back to keep out of her eyes. She grabbed her handgun off her desk[1] and placed it in her coat jacket. She grabbed an empty disk from her collection of empty disks and head out the door, locking it behind her.
She walked around the side of the very large warehouse, and soon cam across a tiny shed. Inside the shed was an ice-blue[2] motorcycle.[3] Andrea walked the bike outside the shed. She pulled on her helmet, hopped on the bike and rode away.
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At an OZ military base thirty-five miles away, two guards stood in front of a door. "When does this shift end?" One asked.
"In about an hour, why?" The other said.
"I'm supposed to meet my wife, it's our anniversary,"
"Really, how long have you been married?"
"Two years."
"Any kids?"
"Not yet, but ones on the way. How about you?"
In another part of the base, a building containing Mobile Suits exploded. Firefighters were trying to dowse the flames.
At that moment, the two guards received important information. "All soldiers report to the…" What ever it was would not be known, for a bullet was put between the eyes of one man, and in the leg of the other.
Smoke cleared from the handgun of Andrea Thomas. "Should have left while you had the chance," She said to the man. He was crying out in pain. "I'm not going to kill you, you have a wife and will have a kid." Instead, she hit him in the back of the head with her gun, knocking him out and placed it back in her coat.
Andrea ran into the room they had guarded. There was a computer on a desk. She shook her head. "So much protection for a computer. How stupid." She sat down at the desk and began searching for the file. She found it. "YES!" Andrea said to herself and began to copy it onto her disk. She heard quiet footsteps coming from behind. She froze, and listened closely.
"Duo? I didn't know you were on this mission." A male voice said. It was strange. The voice didn't sound like an adult's, more like a teen's. The computer beeped and the disk popped out. "You'd better hurry, you don't have much time. I stalled as much as I could, but they're not that stupid."
Andrea nodded, and grabbed the disk, then wiped out the file from the computer. Slowly, she stood up, and turned to face the young male, a smirk upon her face. There he stood, dressed in an OZ uniform, with long, light brown bangs covering one of his green eyes. His expression, though it tried to remain emotionless, showed great shock. "Who are you?" He asked. "You look familiar."
"I'm not Duo, that's for sure. And I don't know why you'd think I am. Personally, he doesn't seem to be the type for sneaking into compounds." She said.
His face went blank. " I asked you a question."
"And I don't want to answer." She paused. "Who are you?"
"That's not for you to know."
"Sure, no prob. At least we have something in common."
"And that would be?"
"Both of us don't want to give our names." She said as she ran passed him. "Thanks for the help."
The boy stood silently as the girl disappeared out of view.
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Andrea plopped herself in front of her computer. "If I don't get this math assignment done, I'll be in deep crud."
Well, that's it for now. I'm really hoping
for some reviews. More reviews, more parts of the story. Without reviews, I
won't feel confident about my story, and I won't right more cause I'll think
it's stupid. Basically, R&R Please!
List of things I DO NOT own-
- Gundam Wing (DUH! If I owned it, would I be writing fanfic?)
- Heero's lap-top computer. (Wonder what's on it?)
- My crush's heart (DUUUOOOOOOO!!! Actually, no. But you're getting warm)
- A life (If I had one, would I spend so much time at fanfiction.net?)
List of things I DO own-
- A colection of Gundam Wing pictures (149 peoples! But only five of my favorite actually printed out.)
- Gundam Wing action figures (Gundam Deathsythe, the rest are my brothers' and sister's, but they don't like them. Hehe)
- A Sailor Venus doll thingy (I bought it when I was young and ignorent. OK, how about, around Christmas time.)
- This fic and all the made up charectors in it. (Don't go taking my ideas! There mine! I spent time getting yelled at by teachers for not paying attention in class to write this fic. Don't you dare steal it!)
C Ya' later!
[1] I don't know what kind, I don't like guns.
[2]
Coincidence?
[3] I'm clueless as to things like this. Please don't ask what kind.