Here's the next installment. So I left you off with Noin collapsing and sending the Gundam team off throughout the world to track down those nasty terrorists. Although, there are certain complications...
~*Mission Accepted*~
~*Force of the Future*~
Location: somewhere in Europe
"What are you doing, Heero?" Relena asked, peering over to see what Heero was doing. She only saw a bunch of binary codes on the computer screen as Heero tapped down, reading the eight-digit codes. She looked cautiously at Heero; his eyes were darting left and right, reading it as fast as he was scrolling the information.
She sighed and sat back on her chair, thinking on how her life's changed all over again. Her life was so quiet for the past two years...until the terrorists popped up. Now she was back in the action...if u call watching Heero risk his life action. She sighed again; here she was, all prepped for the role of the pacifist again, the peacful, graceful one, the damsel in distress. Oh, sure, she had trained herself for self-defense during the time she was with Heero, but even then she wouldn't use it when the occasion arose.
Why?
Because she was a pacifist. She held up the beliefs passed down her family. She had to admit, sometimes she wished she was fighting side by side with the ex-Gundams and proving something. She was worthless, and she felt it to the bone.
"You okay?" Heero asked lowly, darting his eyes out to her.
Relena blinked. "Yeah---Yeah."
"No, you're not."
Am I that obvious? "Then why did you ask?" she said through gritted teeth.
He blinked, returning his gaze towards the computer screen and Relena suddenly regretted what she saw. He didn't say anything, but she hoped that she didn't hurt his feelings. She then wondered, what would happen if she did hurt his feelings? She didn't want to come to that.
"I'm so sorry, Heero," she began.
"It's alright," he replied, closing the screen and turning to face her. "It won't come to that, Relena. You're not worthless, you know. You're worth something too. You fight too...just in a different way." He reached out and cradled her head from behind. "Don't you ever feel bad about that. At least not around me."
Relena was wide-eyed with wonder; how did he know what she was thinking?
They just sat there, looking at each other the same way they were back at at her suite on L1. It was strange and awkward, yet she felt completely comfortable doing so...why was it that he kept on doing that? Then she felt his hand guiding her towards him until they were a fraction of an inch apart...
"Miss Dorlian? Your brother is on the phone."
She sighed softly, avoiding the blow of gust onto Heero's pale skin. Heero let go of her as she turned to get up and walk to the phone. She knew he was watching her keenly, and she never felt the eyes leave her...
Location: New Washington, North America
"---c'mon, Hilde!" Duo yelled at the phone vid booth. "It's just a mission! Nothing serious...tell you what, I'll send you a souvinir when I come back...yeah, yeah, it'll be sweet...hell no! It'll be a surprise...too bad...you're gonna have to wait...yah, yah, I'll be okay...I love you too, honey...bye!"
Duo hung up and slumped forward, walking out of the phone vid booth. Hilde can be such a worrier and so overprotective at times. He felt like he was being suffocated inside out but he supposed she had a reason. She feared him for what the mission would mean and what it was all about. He understood what she was going through; a lot of women linked with militaristic men with important missions. He wished that he didn't had to give her such a grief in his heart.
Sometimes, I wish I didn't had to be so close to her...
He sighed as he walked down the streets of New Washington with his hands jabbed into his pockets with his shades one, contemplating his relationship with Hilde. Does she really want to go through with me all the way? he wondered, passing by an greek restaurant, watching the greek chef sizzle a slab of meat on the grill with ease. I mean, I might hurt her. I'm petrified to hurt her even slightly. It would break my heart to see her in tears. Is this ideal?
He then reached the Peace Ministry headquarters, located right near Capitol Hill, the remnants of the old age, back when political crisis and civil wars were on most peoples' minds. At least it was a bit simpler back then, slightly.
I don't know what to do anymore, he thought. Maybe I should call it quits and end this before i really hurt her.
"Mr. Maxwell?"
Duo turned around to see a beautiful woman approach him. She wore a white blouse, a skirt that ran to her knees, high heels and a jacket with an emblem on it. Her hair was honey brown that ran to her shoulders and she had the most crystal blue eyes. Her presence almost made his jaw drop in such astonishment. She was like a beauty queen.
"Mr. Maxwell?" she repeated.
He finally found his voice. "Y-Yes?"
She outstretched her tan hand out to him. "Preventer Agent Maureen Hepburn," she introduced herself in her finely lit voice. "I will be your contact within the Peace Ministry Headquarters. I am sure that your flight has been a pleasant one?"
Duo flashed a charming smile. "Oh, lady, it has been."
She smiled again and walked with him towards the building. "Your name will be Duo Mashall and you are working as a co-op for the unit," she said, handing him an identification card. "You will keep a close watch of Mr. Greg Nasedo, the chief of the staff and you will also watch out for anything suspicious. I will be around if you need my help on anything."
"Can I ask now?" he asked dreamily.
She pretended as if she didn't hear that as she continued. "Preventer Marquise says that you must report in every day or so to keep an update on your progress."
"Where's Preventer Noin?" he asked.
"In the hospital."
Duo looked away for a moment. This isn't going to be easy, with Zechs watching my every move, he thought. I wish I could talk to Heero or Trowa... they'd know what to do to outsmart Zechs...dammit...this isn't easy, and with a gorgeous bombshell like her...damn, Duo, you're taken, remember? Damn, damn, damn, why is life so complicated?
Location: Nova San Juan, Chile
The city was only two hundred years old, not as old as some other places in South America, and the temperature was as much as Canada's. Trowa found himself lost in the streets of crowded people, all pushing and shoving each other to get to their destination.
He looked down on himself. He was wearing a suit, a very awkward business suit, with the insignia of the Peace Ministry on his breast of his black coat and on his right sleeve. He had silver cuffs and his shoes shone just a little too much. He pressed his lips together in dismay; this was no soldier's uniform.
Trowa calmly strode across until he reached the Headquarters, which blended in with the modern look. All around, he saw men and women walking around in a panic hurry, their faces pale as they rushed around in a quiet murmur. He frowned slightly; what the hell was going on, making them panic like this? In his curiousity, he grabbed one woman's hand, who was striding quickly into the building, her heels clipping soundly on the cement floor.
"Hey," he said, "what's going on?"
She looked at him, her brown eyes wide. "Didn't you hear?"
"No," he replied, then pondered before adding, "Lunch hour."
She rolled her eyes as she loosened his firm grip from her arm. "There was a letter sent from the terrorists, saying something about hitting here in Chile. We've called the Preventers and there's crawlling on their knees all over the country, searching for them. Radical scums," she added bitterly. "Say, you have a strong grip. Shouldn't you be with the Preventers?"
He bristled. "I'm looking for an agent, named Andie Rodriguez. Know her?"
She flashed back an all-that look. "Know her? I am her!" she started, then laughed melodically. "You're Trowa Barton, aren't you? The ex-Gundam pilot Noin decided to dump on me for this terrorist stuff? Yeah...here." She handed him an identification card. "Your name is Triton Matthews, newly installed here. You're my right man in the job. Sorry I didn't recognize you. Let's go. The action's heating up."
~End of Chapter
Now you got some conflict in here...u'know, denial, confusion, doubt, etc. R&R!
~*Mission Accepted*~
~*Force of the Future*~
Location: somewhere in Europe
"What are you doing, Heero?" Relena asked, peering over to see what Heero was doing. She only saw a bunch of binary codes on the computer screen as Heero tapped down, reading the eight-digit codes. She looked cautiously at Heero; his eyes were darting left and right, reading it as fast as he was scrolling the information.
She sighed and sat back on her chair, thinking on how her life's changed all over again. Her life was so quiet for the past two years...until the terrorists popped up. Now she was back in the action...if u call watching Heero risk his life action. She sighed again; here she was, all prepped for the role of the pacifist again, the peacful, graceful one, the damsel in distress. Oh, sure, she had trained herself for self-defense during the time she was with Heero, but even then she wouldn't use it when the occasion arose.
Why?
Because she was a pacifist. She held up the beliefs passed down her family. She had to admit, sometimes she wished she was fighting side by side with the ex-Gundams and proving something. She was worthless, and she felt it to the bone.
"You okay?" Heero asked lowly, darting his eyes out to her.
Relena blinked. "Yeah---Yeah."
"No, you're not."
Am I that obvious? "Then why did you ask?" she said through gritted teeth.
He blinked, returning his gaze towards the computer screen and Relena suddenly regretted what she saw. He didn't say anything, but she hoped that she didn't hurt his feelings. She then wondered, what would happen if she did hurt his feelings? She didn't want to come to that.
"I'm so sorry, Heero," she began.
"It's alright," he replied, closing the screen and turning to face her. "It won't come to that, Relena. You're not worthless, you know. You're worth something too. You fight too...just in a different way." He reached out and cradled her head from behind. "Don't you ever feel bad about that. At least not around me."
Relena was wide-eyed with wonder; how did he know what she was thinking?
They just sat there, looking at each other the same way they were back at at her suite on L1. It was strange and awkward, yet she felt completely comfortable doing so...why was it that he kept on doing that? Then she felt his hand guiding her towards him until they were a fraction of an inch apart...
"Miss Dorlian? Your brother is on the phone."
She sighed softly, avoiding the blow of gust onto Heero's pale skin. Heero let go of her as she turned to get up and walk to the phone. She knew he was watching her keenly, and she never felt the eyes leave her...
Location: New Washington, North America
"---c'mon, Hilde!" Duo yelled at the phone vid booth. "It's just a mission! Nothing serious...tell you what, I'll send you a souvinir when I come back...yeah, yeah, it'll be sweet...hell no! It'll be a surprise...too bad...you're gonna have to wait...yah, yah, I'll be okay...I love you too, honey...bye!"
Duo hung up and slumped forward, walking out of the phone vid booth. Hilde can be such a worrier and so overprotective at times. He felt like he was being suffocated inside out but he supposed she had a reason. She feared him for what the mission would mean and what it was all about. He understood what she was going through; a lot of women linked with militaristic men with important missions. He wished that he didn't had to give her such a grief in his heart.
Sometimes, I wish I didn't had to be so close to her...
He sighed as he walked down the streets of New Washington with his hands jabbed into his pockets with his shades one, contemplating his relationship with Hilde. Does she really want to go through with me all the way? he wondered, passing by an greek restaurant, watching the greek chef sizzle a slab of meat on the grill with ease. I mean, I might hurt her. I'm petrified to hurt her even slightly. It would break my heart to see her in tears. Is this ideal?
He then reached the Peace Ministry headquarters, located right near Capitol Hill, the remnants of the old age, back when political crisis and civil wars were on most peoples' minds. At least it was a bit simpler back then, slightly.
I don't know what to do anymore, he thought. Maybe I should call it quits and end this before i really hurt her.
"Mr. Maxwell?"
Duo turned around to see a beautiful woman approach him. She wore a white blouse, a skirt that ran to her knees, high heels and a jacket with an emblem on it. Her hair was honey brown that ran to her shoulders and she had the most crystal blue eyes. Her presence almost made his jaw drop in such astonishment. She was like a beauty queen.
"Mr. Maxwell?" she repeated.
He finally found his voice. "Y-Yes?"
She outstretched her tan hand out to him. "Preventer Agent Maureen Hepburn," she introduced herself in her finely lit voice. "I will be your contact within the Peace Ministry Headquarters. I am sure that your flight has been a pleasant one?"
Duo flashed a charming smile. "Oh, lady, it has been."
She smiled again and walked with him towards the building. "Your name will be Duo Mashall and you are working as a co-op for the unit," she said, handing him an identification card. "You will keep a close watch of Mr. Greg Nasedo, the chief of the staff and you will also watch out for anything suspicious. I will be around if you need my help on anything."
"Can I ask now?" he asked dreamily.
She pretended as if she didn't hear that as she continued. "Preventer Marquise says that you must report in every day or so to keep an update on your progress."
"Where's Preventer Noin?" he asked.
"In the hospital."
Duo looked away for a moment. This isn't going to be easy, with Zechs watching my every move, he thought. I wish I could talk to Heero or Trowa... they'd know what to do to outsmart Zechs...dammit...this isn't easy, and with a gorgeous bombshell like her...damn, Duo, you're taken, remember? Damn, damn, damn, why is life so complicated?
Location: Nova San Juan, Chile
The city was only two hundred years old, not as old as some other places in South America, and the temperature was as much as Canada's. Trowa found himself lost in the streets of crowded people, all pushing and shoving each other to get to their destination.
He looked down on himself. He was wearing a suit, a very awkward business suit, with the insignia of the Peace Ministry on his breast of his black coat and on his right sleeve. He had silver cuffs and his shoes shone just a little too much. He pressed his lips together in dismay; this was no soldier's uniform.
Trowa calmly strode across until he reached the Headquarters, which blended in with the modern look. All around, he saw men and women walking around in a panic hurry, their faces pale as they rushed around in a quiet murmur. He frowned slightly; what the hell was going on, making them panic like this? In his curiousity, he grabbed one woman's hand, who was striding quickly into the building, her heels clipping soundly on the cement floor.
"Hey," he said, "what's going on?"
She looked at him, her brown eyes wide. "Didn't you hear?"
"No," he replied, then pondered before adding, "Lunch hour."
She rolled her eyes as she loosened his firm grip from her arm. "There was a letter sent from the terrorists, saying something about hitting here in Chile. We've called the Preventers and there's crawlling on their knees all over the country, searching for them. Radical scums," she added bitterly. "Say, you have a strong grip. Shouldn't you be with the Preventers?"
He bristled. "I'm looking for an agent, named Andie Rodriguez. Know her?"
She flashed back an all-that look. "Know her? I am her!" she started, then laughed melodically. "You're Trowa Barton, aren't you? The ex-Gundam pilot Noin decided to dump on me for this terrorist stuff? Yeah...here." She handed him an identification card. "Your name is Triton Matthews, newly installed here. You're my right man in the job. Sorry I didn't recognize you. Let's go. The action's heating up."
~End of Chapter
Now you got some conflict in here...u'know, denial, confusion, doubt, etc. R&R!