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~Suspicions Arise~
*Force of the Future*
Location: Siberia, Russia
Relena finally got it.
She found the mechanism that would release the hatch of her confined cell. She was sitting on come cold floor in the cell, levels below the surface in some abandoned Oz control center. How long she had been in there, she did not know and what was going outside, she did not know.
She did know that she had to escape this cell.
Relena squinted, holding the bobby pin upright in the mecahnism, trying to hit it. She had a long splinter from the side of her cell to be used for a weapon...if it come to that. She had contemplated for a long while whether to use it as a weapon, but she realized she had no choice.
She would have to fight if she were to get out.
She had no choice anymore.
Heero...
Click. Click. Clank.
That didn't sound right. Or was it?
The door slowly creaked towards her. It was open! She had opened the door by herself! She felt so proud! But the feeling diminished as she heard a muffle outside, making her grab her stick for a staff and stagger back. She told herself that she would not hurt anyone, just knock them unconscious and make a run for it.
"What the hell---?" came a voice from beyond.
Relena braced herself as the door opened halfway. She pushed herself back, her heel back enough so she was in an attack position. She concentrated on the movements, something she had been practicing since her kidnap.
Bootheels...thump...thump...towards her cell...
"Um...you okay, Miss?" A head of a guard popped up.
Relena swung the staff from behind, the end slamming upward to the guard's chin, making his eyes roll back and crashing to the floor, blacking out completely in that one swift stroke. Relena looked at the body, then the staff, musing about how well the self-defense classes had paid off.
Relena swallowed dryly at the fallen body, thinking what to do. Then she pulled the body in and searched the body quickly. She found a revolver and some extra bullets in some compartments. Without hesitation, she grabbed it; it was so much better than a wooden...thing.
She checked the gun. It was loaded.
This is so totally going against all that I believe in, she thought as she walked out the door, gun at hand, staff in the other, ready to make her escape in the dark.
Location: Beijing, China
Preventer Mitchell Sang was at the vid consol that morning, holding his fifth cup of coffee. He had not slept well the night before and morning was just around the bend for him. he was not particularly in a good mood. "...you absolutely positive, Mr. Winner? Absolutely positive?"
"Yes, Preventer Sang. I am certain. I have two of my counterparts working at the Americas trying to avert the trajectory course. Sir...we only have less than two hours. We need help from all the preventers from around the globe in order to help them. Please..."
Sang nodded stiffly. "I will inform Chang," he replied briskly. "You have the full support of China, Mr. Winner."
"One last thing..."
"Wufei!"
Sang bolted the door down and stomped in. He had no patience in him left to give to the kid; the kid was being stubborn. Well, two can play that game. And he was really good at what he did.
The room was scraped clean. Nothing was to be seen.
"Dammit...he's gone!"
Location: New Richmond, Virginia
"Duo, wait!"
Duo turned from some schematics from a fellow preventer on a bridge to see none other than Maureen Hepburn running towards his position. She wore the skirt uniform with a beige trench coat to top it. The sky was a muggy gray and rain had already drizzled earlier.
He sighed inwardly; another situation.
He breathed. "Preventer Hepburn! Shouldn't you be at the office...???"
She huffed for breath as she brushed a strand of blonde hair back. Her hair was slightly damp from the rain. Her blue eyes flashed at his. "Duo...Duo... tell me, why are you avoiding me?"
Duo laughed nervously, scratching his head. "Me? Ignore you? Yah right!" The truth was, he really was avoiding her.
She frowned. "Duo, have I done something wrong?" She pouted.
He felt his heart move, making him unusually guilty. What is there to be guilty of? he scolded himself. You are devoted to Hilde...you can't just give her up now. Dammit, Duo, what kind of mess have you gotten into. He straightened. "No, nothing. Go back to work. We have an ETA of 1.5 hours before that warhead comes into visual."
"Duo..."
"Preventer Maxwell!"
Duo turned around to see a tall middle-aged man walk up to him in the finest garments. His weathered face didn't stop from his brilliant green eyes to dart back and forth, as if watching his own back. He stood face to face with Duo; the man was about a head taller than him!
"Sir...?"
"Greg Nasedo, chief of staff. Report."
Duo gave a sly grin. "Well, since we have an ETA of 1.5 hours before the warhead comes into view, I asked your boys to gather up some old mobile suits from below deck...you know...the ones you've been keeping there for goodness knows when---"
"Fool! You were not meant to go in there!" Greg Nasedo boomed.
Duo's eyes widened.
Hepburn flinched as did other preventers.
Duo didn't falter as he looked straight up to the pissed chief of staff. "Look here, buddy," he snapped, "I don't care if you're the king of the world or head of the barber shop...we've got about an hour or so to get our brains together and prevent the east coast from being annihilated completely. So if you don't wanna get dirty, sit back and let people like me take the front stage!"
Nasedo was furious. Incredibly furious. He stormed off.
Maureen stormed up to Duo got up and slapped him. Hard.
"Ow! What the hell was that for!" he cried indignantly.
She narrowed his eyes at him, the blue eyes as cold as a blizzard. "Listen up, Maxwell," she snapped coldly, "I told you before not to mess paths with Greg Nasedo. He's suspicious. He's also an ass and has been part of some damned cover-up...pissing him off just made him suspicious of you..."
"Damn, I have enough of this hide-and-seek business," Duo shot back. "I was a Gundam pilot. I fight. I don't disguise myself as some tip-top goody-two-show Preventer...I am the GOD OF DEATH!"
Maureen was about to yell again, but instead ran off.
Duo cocked his head to a side, his brows raised. "What got her so emotional?" he wondered out loud, then burrowed in thought. "Why did he say "You were not meant to go in there"?"
~*End of Chapter*~
~Suspicions Arise~
*Force of the Future*
Location: Siberia, Russia
Relena finally got it.
She found the mechanism that would release the hatch of her confined cell. She was sitting on come cold floor in the cell, levels below the surface in some abandoned Oz control center. How long she had been in there, she did not know and what was going outside, she did not know.
She did know that she had to escape this cell.
Relena squinted, holding the bobby pin upright in the mecahnism, trying to hit it. She had a long splinter from the side of her cell to be used for a weapon...if it come to that. She had contemplated for a long while whether to use it as a weapon, but she realized she had no choice.
She would have to fight if she were to get out.
She had no choice anymore.
Heero...
Click. Click. Clank.
That didn't sound right. Or was it?
The door slowly creaked towards her. It was open! She had opened the door by herself! She felt so proud! But the feeling diminished as she heard a muffle outside, making her grab her stick for a staff and stagger back. She told herself that she would not hurt anyone, just knock them unconscious and make a run for it.
"What the hell---?" came a voice from beyond.
Relena braced herself as the door opened halfway. She pushed herself back, her heel back enough so she was in an attack position. She concentrated on the movements, something she had been practicing since her kidnap.
Bootheels...thump...thump...towards her cell...
"Um...you okay, Miss?" A head of a guard popped up.
Relena swung the staff from behind, the end slamming upward to the guard's chin, making his eyes roll back and crashing to the floor, blacking out completely in that one swift stroke. Relena looked at the body, then the staff, musing about how well the self-defense classes had paid off.
Relena swallowed dryly at the fallen body, thinking what to do. Then she pulled the body in and searched the body quickly. She found a revolver and some extra bullets in some compartments. Without hesitation, she grabbed it; it was so much better than a wooden...thing.
She checked the gun. It was loaded.
This is so totally going against all that I believe in, she thought as she walked out the door, gun at hand, staff in the other, ready to make her escape in the dark.
Location: Beijing, China
Preventer Mitchell Sang was at the vid consol that morning, holding his fifth cup of coffee. He had not slept well the night before and morning was just around the bend for him. he was not particularly in a good mood. "...you absolutely positive, Mr. Winner? Absolutely positive?"
"Yes, Preventer Sang. I am certain. I have two of my counterparts working at the Americas trying to avert the trajectory course. Sir...we only have less than two hours. We need help from all the preventers from around the globe in order to help them. Please..."
Sang nodded stiffly. "I will inform Chang," he replied briskly. "You have the full support of China, Mr. Winner."
"One last thing..."
"Wufei!"
Sang bolted the door down and stomped in. He had no patience in him left to give to the kid; the kid was being stubborn. Well, two can play that game. And he was really good at what he did.
The room was scraped clean. Nothing was to be seen.
"Dammit...he's gone!"
Location: New Richmond, Virginia
"Duo, wait!"
Duo turned from some schematics from a fellow preventer on a bridge to see none other than Maureen Hepburn running towards his position. She wore the skirt uniform with a beige trench coat to top it. The sky was a muggy gray and rain had already drizzled earlier.
He sighed inwardly; another situation.
He breathed. "Preventer Hepburn! Shouldn't you be at the office...???"
She huffed for breath as she brushed a strand of blonde hair back. Her hair was slightly damp from the rain. Her blue eyes flashed at his. "Duo...Duo... tell me, why are you avoiding me?"
Duo laughed nervously, scratching his head. "Me? Ignore you? Yah right!" The truth was, he really was avoiding her.
She frowned. "Duo, have I done something wrong?" She pouted.
He felt his heart move, making him unusually guilty. What is there to be guilty of? he scolded himself. You are devoted to Hilde...you can't just give her up now. Dammit, Duo, what kind of mess have you gotten into. He straightened. "No, nothing. Go back to work. We have an ETA of 1.5 hours before that warhead comes into visual."
"Duo..."
"Preventer Maxwell!"
Duo turned around to see a tall middle-aged man walk up to him in the finest garments. His weathered face didn't stop from his brilliant green eyes to dart back and forth, as if watching his own back. He stood face to face with Duo; the man was about a head taller than him!
"Sir...?"
"Greg Nasedo, chief of staff. Report."
Duo gave a sly grin. "Well, since we have an ETA of 1.5 hours before the warhead comes into view, I asked your boys to gather up some old mobile suits from below deck...you know...the ones you've been keeping there for goodness knows when---"
"Fool! You were not meant to go in there!" Greg Nasedo boomed.
Duo's eyes widened.
Hepburn flinched as did other preventers.
Duo didn't falter as he looked straight up to the pissed chief of staff. "Look here, buddy," he snapped, "I don't care if you're the king of the world or head of the barber shop...we've got about an hour or so to get our brains together and prevent the east coast from being annihilated completely. So if you don't wanna get dirty, sit back and let people like me take the front stage!"
Nasedo was furious. Incredibly furious. He stormed off.
Maureen stormed up to Duo got up and slapped him. Hard.
"Ow! What the hell was that for!" he cried indignantly.
She narrowed his eyes at him, the blue eyes as cold as a blizzard. "Listen up, Maxwell," she snapped coldly, "I told you before not to mess paths with Greg Nasedo. He's suspicious. He's also an ass and has been part of some damned cover-up...pissing him off just made him suspicious of you..."
"Damn, I have enough of this hide-and-seek business," Duo shot back. "I was a Gundam pilot. I fight. I don't disguise myself as some tip-top goody-two-show Preventer...I am the GOD OF DEATH!"
Maureen was about to yell again, but instead ran off.
Duo cocked his head to a side, his brows raised. "What got her so emotional?" he wondered out loud, then burrowed in thought. "Why did he say "You were not meant to go in there"?"
~*End of Chapter*~