Sorry it took so long. here's the next chapter.
~*The Eyes of the Beholder*~
*Force of the Future*
Location: Siberia, Russia
It was freezing cold as Heero Yuy looked at his laptop on the cold winter morning. He was on a plane headed towards Irkutsk, a place near Lake Baikal, where he heard some suspicious incidents had occurred. And, with a tip from a suspicious man---probably working for the terrorists---he was able to board quickly on a plane.
He sighed, bundling into his coat. Where was Relena right now? Was she thinking of him? What were they doing to her?
I'm coming, Relena, he thought. I'm coming to save you....
"Heero..." Relena muttered as she awoke from her slumber. She found herself glaring dazily at a lamp that was positioned high up in the room. The ceiling was peeling from paint and there was a foul smell in the air. She them sharply remembered begind grabbed the night before and her eyes flash open.
"Ahh...Madame...you're awake!"
Relena's eyes darted about, surveying her captors. Unfortunately, she could not see them too well due to the fact that they were hiding in the shadows of the room. Relena squinted her eyes, but still no result. She sighed and tried to rub her eyes to realize her hands were tied behind the back of the chair.
"What the..."
"I wouldn't struggle if I were you," the man said, something flickering in the shadows, and then a puff of smoke. "I made sure you wouldn't be able to...make an escape, Miz Dorlian."
Relena groaned in fustration. "What do you want?"
The man laughed harshly. "My, that doesn't sound like the vice minister of PEACE, now does it?" he mocked, his foot tapping on the floor with impatience. "Miss Dorlian, don't you see? People were MADE to struggle, to fight, to wage war amoungst one another. Evolution, my dear, evolution and the gradeur of moving on...to a higher being."
Relena faultered. "You're...you're mad!"
"On the contrary, Miss Dorlian," he countered smoothly, "I never felt BETTER!" The last word came out as a shout. He then chuckled at Relena's visible flinch. "You're not as strong as they say you are...Miss Dorlian." He let go of a ragged breath and said nothing more.
Relena flashed hery wide blue eyes into the darkness, still trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. "I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you!" she spat raggedly. "My friends will come..."
"Oh, you mean, those Gundam boys? Hahaha!" he laughed. "I have them taken care of..."
She gasped. Heero! she thought.
Location: Nova San Juan, Chile
The consol beeped.
"Trowa?" Andie called from her consol, brushing her hair back and tapping on the keys. "I think you better check this out..."
Trowa looked up from some computer binary digits on the screen and walked over to where Andie was sitting, carrying the mug of lukewarm coffee in his right hand and used the heel of his left hand to rub his bloodshot eyes. They were working overnight in the Headquarters under a starry night, looking for any whereabouts of Relena or the terrorists.
"More bad news?" he asked gruffly. He hadn't heard any news since Zechs commed him from Amsterdam with news of Relena's disappearance.
"You can say that," Andie replied uneasily, tapping on the consol. "Look at this..." She brought up a screen of a map. She pointed at a high radiation area beeping red. "I picked it up on the continental sensors just moments ago...at first, the coordinates didn't make sense...but then, I reconfigured it and I found out that it's actually a warhead heading straight to Virgina, United States!"
Trowa groaned audibly. "Origin?"
"Looks like somewhere in the Middle East."
Trowa swore beneath his breath and studied the image closer. The interception time was in three hours. Three hours to figure out a way to throw the damned thing off track and prevent destruction, chaos...and perhaps another war. Things were complicated as it is...
"Can you think of any way to get that thing off track?" he asked.
"No, not really." She turned to face him wearily. "I'm sorry, Trowa."
"It's alright." He sighed heavily. "Damn. Andie, I am going to give a number, I want you to dial it and ask for a contact named Quatre," he directed somberly. "I think that if there's anyone who could give us a hand, it'll be him."
Location: New Washington, North America
"Mmm...I haven't tasted fresh shrimp in a long time!" Duo remarked as he dug into his seafood fried rice at a local Chinese restaurant. It was probably 1 in the morning and the Chinese shop didn't contain a lot of people. He was pleased for a quiet and for the food.
Maureen seemed awfully quiet throughout the duration in the shop.
Although Duo appeared carefree to his surroundings, he was deep in thought about the current crisis. Here he was, light years away from L2 Colony where his live-in girlfriend was wondering if he was safe while here he sat eating fried rice beside a beautiful girl. He loved his Hilde but this woman was temptation itself.
I can handle it, he told himself coolly.
He took a sideward glance at her. She was beautiful, her luscious honey brown hair dropped from her head like a silk curtain, her glassy blue eyes staring into her food. Her cheeks seem to have faltered, as if she was straining some tension over something, her lips a perky tint of pink...
He turned away and glared at his food. Damn, the woman was too...something.
After they had finished eating, Maureen accompanied him back to his apartment.
"Well, thanks for the chinese food, Maureen," Duo told her as he entered the room. He was about to turn to say good night and shut the door on her when she followed him in. He gulped; what the hell did she still want? Wasn't a thank you enough?
It appeared not as she walked pass him to look outside the window.
"Um...anything else, Miss Hepburn?" he said brisquely.
She turned around and then kissed him. The kiss was cloying and sweet, like a drug. Duo was fighting the urge to keep his lips locked with hers yet another side of him was actually enjoying it. Damn, Maureen just had to be such a good kisser, didn't she?
"God, you are so hot," she said between kisses. "I want you."
It could have been a turn on. But he couldn't see straight...couldn't think straight. Her kisses were like a drug he couldn't shake off.
She was about to move further when the vid comm chimed.
~*End of Chapter*~
Hmm...r&R!
~*The Eyes of the Beholder*~
*Force of the Future*
Location: Siberia, Russia
It was freezing cold as Heero Yuy looked at his laptop on the cold winter morning. He was on a plane headed towards Irkutsk, a place near Lake Baikal, where he heard some suspicious incidents had occurred. And, with a tip from a suspicious man---probably working for the terrorists---he was able to board quickly on a plane.
He sighed, bundling into his coat. Where was Relena right now? Was she thinking of him? What were they doing to her?
I'm coming, Relena, he thought. I'm coming to save you....
"Heero..." Relena muttered as she awoke from her slumber. She found herself glaring dazily at a lamp that was positioned high up in the room. The ceiling was peeling from paint and there was a foul smell in the air. She them sharply remembered begind grabbed the night before and her eyes flash open.
"Ahh...Madame...you're awake!"
Relena's eyes darted about, surveying her captors. Unfortunately, she could not see them too well due to the fact that they were hiding in the shadows of the room. Relena squinted her eyes, but still no result. She sighed and tried to rub her eyes to realize her hands were tied behind the back of the chair.
"What the..."
"I wouldn't struggle if I were you," the man said, something flickering in the shadows, and then a puff of smoke. "I made sure you wouldn't be able to...make an escape, Miz Dorlian."
Relena groaned in fustration. "What do you want?"
The man laughed harshly. "My, that doesn't sound like the vice minister of PEACE, now does it?" he mocked, his foot tapping on the floor with impatience. "Miss Dorlian, don't you see? People were MADE to struggle, to fight, to wage war amoungst one another. Evolution, my dear, evolution and the gradeur of moving on...to a higher being."
Relena faultered. "You're...you're mad!"
"On the contrary, Miss Dorlian," he countered smoothly, "I never felt BETTER!" The last word came out as a shout. He then chuckled at Relena's visible flinch. "You're not as strong as they say you are...Miss Dorlian." He let go of a ragged breath and said nothing more.
Relena flashed hery wide blue eyes into the darkness, still trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. "I wouldn't hold my breath if I were you!" she spat raggedly. "My friends will come..."
"Oh, you mean, those Gundam boys? Hahaha!" he laughed. "I have them taken care of..."
She gasped. Heero! she thought.
Location: Nova San Juan, Chile
The consol beeped.
"Trowa?" Andie called from her consol, brushing her hair back and tapping on the keys. "I think you better check this out..."
Trowa looked up from some computer binary digits on the screen and walked over to where Andie was sitting, carrying the mug of lukewarm coffee in his right hand and used the heel of his left hand to rub his bloodshot eyes. They were working overnight in the Headquarters under a starry night, looking for any whereabouts of Relena or the terrorists.
"More bad news?" he asked gruffly. He hadn't heard any news since Zechs commed him from Amsterdam with news of Relena's disappearance.
"You can say that," Andie replied uneasily, tapping on the consol. "Look at this..." She brought up a screen of a map. She pointed at a high radiation area beeping red. "I picked it up on the continental sensors just moments ago...at first, the coordinates didn't make sense...but then, I reconfigured it and I found out that it's actually a warhead heading straight to Virgina, United States!"
Trowa groaned audibly. "Origin?"
"Looks like somewhere in the Middle East."
Trowa swore beneath his breath and studied the image closer. The interception time was in three hours. Three hours to figure out a way to throw the damned thing off track and prevent destruction, chaos...and perhaps another war. Things were complicated as it is...
"Can you think of any way to get that thing off track?" he asked.
"No, not really." She turned to face him wearily. "I'm sorry, Trowa."
"It's alright." He sighed heavily. "Damn. Andie, I am going to give a number, I want you to dial it and ask for a contact named Quatre," he directed somberly. "I think that if there's anyone who could give us a hand, it'll be him."
Location: New Washington, North America
"Mmm...I haven't tasted fresh shrimp in a long time!" Duo remarked as he dug into his seafood fried rice at a local Chinese restaurant. It was probably 1 in the morning and the Chinese shop didn't contain a lot of people. He was pleased for a quiet and for the food.
Maureen seemed awfully quiet throughout the duration in the shop.
Although Duo appeared carefree to his surroundings, he was deep in thought about the current crisis. Here he was, light years away from L2 Colony where his live-in girlfriend was wondering if he was safe while here he sat eating fried rice beside a beautiful girl. He loved his Hilde but this woman was temptation itself.
I can handle it, he told himself coolly.
He took a sideward glance at her. She was beautiful, her luscious honey brown hair dropped from her head like a silk curtain, her glassy blue eyes staring into her food. Her cheeks seem to have faltered, as if she was straining some tension over something, her lips a perky tint of pink...
He turned away and glared at his food. Damn, the woman was too...something.
After they had finished eating, Maureen accompanied him back to his apartment.
"Well, thanks for the chinese food, Maureen," Duo told her as he entered the room. He was about to turn to say good night and shut the door on her when she followed him in. He gulped; what the hell did she still want? Wasn't a thank you enough?
It appeared not as she walked pass him to look outside the window.
"Um...anything else, Miss Hepburn?" he said brisquely.
She turned around and then kissed him. The kiss was cloying and sweet, like a drug. Duo was fighting the urge to keep his lips locked with hers yet another side of him was actually enjoying it. Damn, Maureen just had to be such a good kisser, didn't she?
"God, you are so hot," she said between kisses. "I want you."
It could have been a turn on. But he couldn't see straight...couldn't think straight. Her kisses were like a drug he couldn't shake off.
She was about to move further when the vid comm chimed.
~*End of Chapter*~
Hmm...r&R!