Chapter Eighteen: Confrontation
Fortune crawled up the grassy hillside on the right hand side of the gundam hangar. Dark clouds formed in the early evening when she left Trieze. The clouds opened and gave way to torrential downpours. She crawled and scratched her way up the hillside, her fingers cut and bleeding. Her hair was plastered to her skull like a helmet. She looked up at the three story building as a flash of lightening lit the dark as bright as day. Top floor, fifth window, that' my room. I can make in before curfew, like I do every night, she thought. A crafty smile creased her face and a chuckles escaped her lips. Climbing surreptitiously up the building, she silently opened the window to her bedroom, and crept in the dark, reaching for a light switch.
"No need for that."
Fortune swirled around at the voice. A flash of white lightening illuminated the room in a harsh flood. There, sitting cross legged in an arm chair, was her long time friend and comrade in arms, code named "Carenda Martin: The Daughter of Chaos" and for good reason. She spoke softly, yet she scared the bejesus our of most of the OZ troops. After the lightening faded, Fortune thought she could still see her eyes glowing like ember of fury and anger. Once again, her soft voice spoke, it seemed louder than the crashing thunder. "Where were you?"
Fortune's legs trembled. She gasped her mouth open and closed several time, like a fish on land. "I-I was on recon-"
"Don't lie to me, Fortune Kincaid." Her voice was a whipcrack in the dark. She stood. It was like a piece of the night became personified and was standing before her. "Now, I will ask you one more time. . .Where were you?"
Fortune's eyes got the same angry look, "Why should I tell you shit, you aren't my- ulp!"
Carenda strode over to where Fortune stood and grabbed her by the front of her flight suit. Being head and shoulders taller than Fortune, Carenda lifted Fortune off of her feet and brought her face nose to nose to Fortune's.
Fortune shuddered. She could feel heat radiating from her friend in waves. She started to shake. "I-I-I was with Trieze Khushrenada, head of Oz."
"WHAT!" A hellish roar escaped her throat. Shaking Fortune like a rag doll. "What for. . .and for your sake, you'd better tell me the truth."
"First, it was for an assassination attempt. Then. . .I started becoming attracted to him."
Carenda flung her in the chair she was once sitting in. "Goddamn it, Fortune. This is singly the most stupid thing you have ever done. Stay here. I need some fresh air, I also have to go and tell the others."
Tears started running down Fortune's face. "Okay. . ."
Carenda started to close the door to the room they shared. "By the way, if you are not in this room when I return, I will kill you with my own bare hands. Understood?"
Without waiting for a reply, she slammed the door.
Fortune crawled up the grassy hillside on the right hand side of the gundam hangar. Dark clouds formed in the early evening when she left Trieze. The clouds opened and gave way to torrential downpours. She crawled and scratched her way up the hillside, her fingers cut and bleeding. Her hair was plastered to her skull like a helmet. She looked up at the three story building as a flash of lightening lit the dark as bright as day. Top floor, fifth window, that' my room. I can make in before curfew, like I do every night, she thought. A crafty smile creased her face and a chuckles escaped her lips. Climbing surreptitiously up the building, she silently opened the window to her bedroom, and crept in the dark, reaching for a light switch.
"No need for that."
Fortune swirled around at the voice. A flash of white lightening illuminated the room in a harsh flood. There, sitting cross legged in an arm chair, was her long time friend and comrade in arms, code named "Carenda Martin: The Daughter of Chaos" and for good reason. She spoke softly, yet she scared the bejesus our of most of the OZ troops. After the lightening faded, Fortune thought she could still see her eyes glowing like ember of fury and anger. Once again, her soft voice spoke, it seemed louder than the crashing thunder. "Where were you?"
Fortune's legs trembled. She gasped her mouth open and closed several time, like a fish on land. "I-I was on recon-"
"Don't lie to me, Fortune Kincaid." Her voice was a whipcrack in the dark. She stood. It was like a piece of the night became personified and was standing before her. "Now, I will ask you one more time. . .Where were you?"
Fortune's eyes got the same angry look, "Why should I tell you shit, you aren't my- ulp!"
Carenda strode over to where Fortune stood and grabbed her by the front of her flight suit. Being head and shoulders taller than Fortune, Carenda lifted Fortune off of her feet and brought her face nose to nose to Fortune's.
Fortune shuddered. She could feel heat radiating from her friend in waves. She started to shake. "I-I-I was with Trieze Khushrenada, head of Oz."
"WHAT!" A hellish roar escaped her throat. Shaking Fortune like a rag doll. "What for. . .and for your sake, you'd better tell me the truth."
"First, it was for an assassination attempt. Then. . .I started becoming attracted to him."
Carenda flung her in the chair she was once sitting in. "Goddamn it, Fortune. This is singly the most stupid thing you have ever done. Stay here. I need some fresh air, I also have to go and tell the others."
Tears started running down Fortune's face. "Okay. . ."
Carenda started to close the door to the room they shared. "By the way, if you are not in this room when I return, I will kill you with my own bare hands. Understood?"
Without waiting for a reply, she slammed the door.
