A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this part up!! Alot has been going on latley and I just havent had time. But I promise that I will run faster this week with this story cause I am trying to get it done before school starts! So enjoy!
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When Trowa jumped down into the hatch he expected there to be an incline plane of some sort, but he was wrong. There was no floor beneath him just blackness and he fell downward into it, his brown hair flying upward into his face and his t-shirt ruffling. He shut his eyes readying for the pain of hitting rock bottom, but just as he was about to hit a hand reached out and grabbed his shirt and pulling him off to the side. Trowa looked over at where his rescuer would be waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
"Heero?" he whispered.
"Yes it's me Trowa, can you see yet?" Heero asked.
"Yea where are we?"
"We are in a ventilation shaft of some sort." Heero replied. "There's an opening just ahead, about nine or ten men in there."
Trowa nodded and pulled out his gun and loaded it.
"Lets go." he said.
Heero nodded and crawled down the shaft followed by Trowa. He stopped and waited for Trowa to pull up next to him. Heero pointed down through the vent into the room. Like Heero had said nine or ten men guarded the room clad in uniforms with a patch on their left arm. The patch was totally black except for slitted eyes that glowed red.
"The Black wolves." Trowa whispered.
Heero nodded. "Lets crawl farther ahead we might be able to hear something."
Trowa agreed and followed Heero down the dark shaft. The two stopped at a couple of vents, looking down into them for a certain room. They looked down into offices, storage rooms and once the two looked down into a bathroom stall and immediately moved on plugging their nostrils.
After passing about ten to fifteen vents the duo found the room they were looking for.
Rothen Kushranda sat behind a cherry wood desk in a leather chair. His hands folded in front of him resting on heaps of paper.
"So what's the report on the gundam base we found and destroyed?" he asked a soldier standing in front of him.
The soldier saluted for the second time and replied "Sir! There were no survivors of the blast and no mobile suits of any type were found sir!"
Rothen sighed and held his head. "Will you not speak like that please Lt. Baring? It gives me a dreadful headache."
Lt. Baring eased. "Oh I'm sorry Sir…"
"It's alright. But you say no mobile suits were found?"
"Yes sir that's correct."
"Then they must of escaped, a gundam couldn't be destroyed in that explosion, could it?" Rothen mused over this a couple minutes and then stood.
"Bring the mechanic in here!" He said.
The guards guarding the door moved to the side and a young man stepped in. He walked to Rothen's desk and stood there ready to make a report.
"Well Mr. Vateli could a gundam survive the explosion at the Isle Base?"
Mr.Vateli nodded. "Yes a gundam could easily survive that explosion, all though it would need some repairs afterward."
Rothen nodded. "Just as I thought." He waved his hand. "Alright your dismissed Vateli." He said.
Vateli turned stiffly and walked out.
Trowa and Heero sat above the conversations taking below and recorded every piece of information that came from the people's mouths in their brains. As Rothen began speaking again Trowa heard the vents starting to rattle and a little breeze whipped through his hair.
"The air is coming on Heero, we should go." Trowa whispered.
Heero nodded and the two made their way down the vents.
Heero stopped and looked back to Trowa. "A vent is open up here." He said.
"Can you climb over it?" Trowa asked.
Heero shook his head. "Three men are underneath the open vent with flashlights…"
Trowa swore under his breath. "There is no choice but to turn back.." he said.
Heero agreed and the two turned back toward Rothen's room.
As they reached Rothen's vent the air conditioner kicked on and a blast of cold air hit the pilots. Trowa fell backward onto Heero the two sliding down the vent. The two pilots tried to stop themselves but their fingers just slid along the cold metal material that made up the ventilation shaft.
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When Trowa jumped down into the hatch he expected there to be an incline plane of some sort, but he was wrong. There was no floor beneath him just blackness and he fell downward into it, his brown hair flying upward into his face and his t-shirt ruffling. He shut his eyes readying for the pain of hitting rock bottom, but just as he was about to hit a hand reached out and grabbed his shirt and pulling him off to the side. Trowa looked over at where his rescuer would be waiting for his eyes to adjust to the darkness.
"Heero?" he whispered.
"Yes it's me Trowa, can you see yet?" Heero asked.
"Yea where are we?"
"We are in a ventilation shaft of some sort." Heero replied. "There's an opening just ahead, about nine or ten men in there."
Trowa nodded and pulled out his gun and loaded it.
"Lets go." he said.
Heero nodded and crawled down the shaft followed by Trowa. He stopped and waited for Trowa to pull up next to him. Heero pointed down through the vent into the room. Like Heero had said nine or ten men guarded the room clad in uniforms with a patch on their left arm. The patch was totally black except for slitted eyes that glowed red.
"The Black wolves." Trowa whispered.
Heero nodded. "Lets crawl farther ahead we might be able to hear something."
Trowa agreed and followed Heero down the dark shaft. The two stopped at a couple of vents, looking down into them for a certain room. They looked down into offices, storage rooms and once the two looked down into a bathroom stall and immediately moved on plugging their nostrils.
After passing about ten to fifteen vents the duo found the room they were looking for.
Rothen Kushranda sat behind a cherry wood desk in a leather chair. His hands folded in front of him resting on heaps of paper.
"So what's the report on the gundam base we found and destroyed?" he asked a soldier standing in front of him.
The soldier saluted for the second time and replied "Sir! There were no survivors of the blast and no mobile suits of any type were found sir!"
Rothen sighed and held his head. "Will you not speak like that please Lt. Baring? It gives me a dreadful headache."
Lt. Baring eased. "Oh I'm sorry Sir…"
"It's alright. But you say no mobile suits were found?"
"Yes sir that's correct."
"Then they must of escaped, a gundam couldn't be destroyed in that explosion, could it?" Rothen mused over this a couple minutes and then stood.
"Bring the mechanic in here!" He said.
The guards guarding the door moved to the side and a young man stepped in. He walked to Rothen's desk and stood there ready to make a report.
"Well Mr. Vateli could a gundam survive the explosion at the Isle Base?"
Mr.Vateli nodded. "Yes a gundam could easily survive that explosion, all though it would need some repairs afterward."
Rothen nodded. "Just as I thought." He waved his hand. "Alright your dismissed Vateli." He said.
Vateli turned stiffly and walked out.
Trowa and Heero sat above the conversations taking below and recorded every piece of information that came from the people's mouths in their brains. As Rothen began speaking again Trowa heard the vents starting to rattle and a little breeze whipped through his hair.
"The air is coming on Heero, we should go." Trowa whispered.
Heero nodded and the two made their way down the vents.
Heero stopped and looked back to Trowa. "A vent is open up here." He said.
"Can you climb over it?" Trowa asked.
Heero shook his head. "Three men are underneath the open vent with flashlights…"
Trowa swore under his breath. "There is no choice but to turn back.." he said.
Heero agreed and the two turned back toward Rothen's room.
As they reached Rothen's vent the air conditioner kicked on and a blast of cold air hit the pilots. Trowa fell backward onto Heero the two sliding down the vent. The two pilots tried to stop themselves but their fingers just slid along the cold metal material that made up the ventilation shaft.