First off, thanks to everyone who likes my story! Without further ado . . .
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. * Vague disclaimers, nobodies friend. *
'If only I could tell which one she is . . .'
The phantom watched the four in his mirror and decided that the three silent ones could not be
housing her spirit. 'They're too quiet and serious, she was a much happier and carefree person
when she was alive. The braided one seems too happy, but she may not be exactly as before. It
has been several centuries since I saw her last.'
Meanwhile Duo finally noticed their blond compatriot had wandered off. "Does anyone know where
Quat went off too?"
"I'm in here," was the muffled reply. "I found what was once the main office. We can set up
our equipment here, there's enough room for everything. It's a bit dusty, but what isn't."
Following the voice the others found a huge room that had indeed been the main office. The
communications equipment Quatre had been carrying was already set up on the large oak desk.
Seeing that it truly was big enough to house all their equipment Trowa, Heero, and Wufei went
back to the stolen jeep they had hidden away to get the big equipment. They had left it back
there since it was too big to carry around without knowing where to put it.
Duo hung back amazed at how fast his friend worked. "Wow Q-man you work fast. You even had
time to clean the dust off the furniture."
"Actually I didn't. If you look behind the previously mentioned furniture you'd find dust
covered sheets that had been placed over them. Like someone was planning on coming back, or
didn't think the audience would have been scared away as long as they did."
Quatre jumped down from the bookcase behind Duo, startling him. After realizing his instincts
just pulled a semi-automatic on his best friend he shook his head. "Jesus Q-ball, don't do that.
And what were you doing up there anyway?"
"I'll remember that. And I was looking at the collection of books the previous owner left
behind. There's a lot of classic authors, and even more manuscripts. This opera house must
have been pretty magnificent when it was still running."
Duo then noticed the manuscript Quatre had brought down with him. "What ya got there?"
Quatre looked at the leather-bound tome and caressed the edges softly. He spoke as soft as his
touch, so soft Duo barely heard him. "I needed to double check, make sure I wasn't seeing things.
He opened the manuscript then closed it quickly.
"Double check for what? And is it?"
"Duo, this is a very rare manuscript; so rare there are only four in existence. The composer
was very eccentric and refused to let anyone copy his manuscripts beyond a small number. He was
also a real genius in his compositions, every show that was produced sold out every night they
played. These manuscripts sold for a lot of money, even today I bet this one would fetch about
a billion dollars starting price."
"A billion dollars, start!" Duo looked at his friend like he had suddenly grown a second head.
"Do they always start this high?"
"Close but no, this one is not only signed by the author, it's the original script."
The moment was interrupted by the arrival of the others. The group quickly set up the rest of
the equipment on the desk in silence, even Duo was quieter than normal. When all was done Heero
started up his laptop and started to type furiously. "Quatre, communication status."
"No lines, we've only got satellite Heero. I've taken the liberty to add a second scramble
program to the encoder."
"Okay. Wufei, you've volunteered to take the first shift in monitoring Oz's actives on the
sound waves. I'm going to hack into their system to find more information on their new mobile
suits. You three split up and find us rooms etc."
Trowa led the way back out to the hallway. He and Quatre went one way so Duo went down to the
other end. He skipped down the hallway humming to himself. He skipped some doors since they
had plaques on them saying what they were, and they weren't bedrooms. So on he continued until
he came to one that was unadorned, and no mention to what it was.
He went to open the door, but it was locked. 'And they laugh at my hair,' Duo though as he
pulled out his well hidden lock pick set from his braid. It took just a few moments before the
door was able to swing open, inviting him to enter.
So Duo did just that. Turning on his flashlight he looked around the room, and his eyes set on
something that made him gasp in surprise.
Disclaimers: Don't own, don't sue. * Vague disclaimers, nobodies friend. *
'If only I could tell which one she is . . .'
The phantom watched the four in his mirror and decided that the three silent ones could not be
housing her spirit. 'They're too quiet and serious, she was a much happier and carefree person
when she was alive. The braided one seems too happy, but she may not be exactly as before. It
has been several centuries since I saw her last.'
Meanwhile Duo finally noticed their blond compatriot had wandered off. "Does anyone know where
Quat went off too?"
"I'm in here," was the muffled reply. "I found what was once the main office. We can set up
our equipment here, there's enough room for everything. It's a bit dusty, but what isn't."
Following the voice the others found a huge room that had indeed been the main office. The
communications equipment Quatre had been carrying was already set up on the large oak desk.
Seeing that it truly was big enough to house all their equipment Trowa, Heero, and Wufei went
back to the stolen jeep they had hidden away to get the big equipment. They had left it back
there since it was too big to carry around without knowing where to put it.
Duo hung back amazed at how fast his friend worked. "Wow Q-man you work fast. You even had
time to clean the dust off the furniture."
"Actually I didn't. If you look behind the previously mentioned furniture you'd find dust
covered sheets that had been placed over them. Like someone was planning on coming back, or
didn't think the audience would have been scared away as long as they did."
Quatre jumped down from the bookcase behind Duo, startling him. After realizing his instincts
just pulled a semi-automatic on his best friend he shook his head. "Jesus Q-ball, don't do that.
And what were you doing up there anyway?"
"I'll remember that. And I was looking at the collection of books the previous owner left
behind. There's a lot of classic authors, and even more manuscripts. This opera house must
have been pretty magnificent when it was still running."
Duo then noticed the manuscript Quatre had brought down with him. "What ya got there?"
Quatre looked at the leather-bound tome and caressed the edges softly. He spoke as soft as his
touch, so soft Duo barely heard him. "I needed to double check, make sure I wasn't seeing things.
He opened the manuscript then closed it quickly.
"Double check for what? And is it?"
"Duo, this is a very rare manuscript; so rare there are only four in existence. The composer
was very eccentric and refused to let anyone copy his manuscripts beyond a small number. He was
also a real genius in his compositions, every show that was produced sold out every night they
played. These manuscripts sold for a lot of money, even today I bet this one would fetch about
a billion dollars starting price."
"A billion dollars, start!" Duo looked at his friend like he had suddenly grown a second head.
"Do they always start this high?"
"Close but no, this one is not only signed by the author, it's the original script."
The moment was interrupted by the arrival of the others. The group quickly set up the rest of
the equipment on the desk in silence, even Duo was quieter than normal. When all was done Heero
started up his laptop and started to type furiously. "Quatre, communication status."
"No lines, we've only got satellite Heero. I've taken the liberty to add a second scramble
program to the encoder."
"Okay. Wufei, you've volunteered to take the first shift in monitoring Oz's actives on the
sound waves. I'm going to hack into their system to find more information on their new mobile
suits. You three split up and find us rooms etc."
Trowa led the way back out to the hallway. He and Quatre went one way so Duo went down to the
other end. He skipped down the hallway humming to himself. He skipped some doors since they
had plaques on them saying what they were, and they weren't bedrooms. So on he continued until
he came to one that was unadorned, and no mention to what it was.
He went to open the door, but it was locked. 'And they laugh at my hair,' Duo though as he
pulled out his well hidden lock pick set from his braid. It took just a few moments before the
door was able to swing open, inviting him to enter.
So Duo did just that. Turning on his flashlight he looked around the room, and his eyes set on
something that made him gasp in surprise.