here's my 12th chapter...i'm almost done. ^^
Secrets revealed
*Force of the Future*
Location: Siberia, Russia
"ETA of impact, Number Two?"
Number Two cleared his throat. "One point five hours, sir---orders?"
"None, at the moment," he replied pleasantly.
"Aye---"
A man rushed into the room, breathless.
"Yes, man?" Number Two demanded harshly.
"The...the prisoner..."
"Dorlian?"
"Yeah, that one...she escaped..."
"WHAT?!" Number One roared. "Send back up! Get teams out there! How the hell she got out, I don't know..."
"Her Gundam friends," Number Two muttered.
"You idiot!" Number One roared at his second officer. "You were in charge of all this! How could you let her get away, our only means to negotiate something!" He scoffed huffily. "Nonetheless, you have one more chance to redeem yourself. FIND THE GIRL!!!!"
"Yes sir," Number Two shuffled.
Relena found herself at the outer corridors of the station. She was right; ir was an abandoned Oz military lookout station, situated deep within Siberia, where is was snowing iceballs. She fought the cold that she could feel prickling her skin and weakening her bones...but she refused to back down. She had to get away from this hell...if it was the last thing she'd do...
Clutching the pistol with her frozen hand, she shuffled through the corridor.
"Hey! There she is!"
Relena turned around. Guards!
She fluttered down the corridors quickly. She heard gunshots being fired directly at her. She dodged towards a branch of the corridor, hiding at the edge and shooting back, missing any vital part of the body.
Boom! Boom! Arm, leg, gone.
She turned around quickly and started running again. She could hear voices, lots of voices, yelling and snapping orders. She continued to run blindly, each time skirtting outward and outward.
"Stop!"
She turned around. More men! She cursed beneath her breath, shot and then started running towards the other end. More men were coming around the front bend, and she only had left and right to choose from. The men were marching. Relena tried shooting, but she was out of bullets.
The man at the head smiled. He had hair that was shaved close to his skull, and his eyes were a burning green. He had a fairly nasty scar cutting through his right cheek and the lid of his left eye. He smiled with a sick, twisted sense as he revealed a fairly nasty looking pistol. "Wrong move, Dorlian," he said. It was the guy who "greeted" her when she arrived at the post!
Relena took a step back, and a soldier took a step forward. They were gaining closer and closer---should she shoot her way out or die as a pacifist martyr? Both ways didn't sound very appealing at the moment.
Suddenly, a hand popped out and grabbed Relena's arm harshly, dragging her towards the left corridor. Relena's breath was taken away as she made her escape with the stranger down the corridor, the baffled voices remaining behind her.
The stranger made another curved turn before grabbing Relena tightly close to him and peered back, checking if there was anyone following them. The stranger wore a black mask and a black suit, warm enough to withstand the harsh Siberia winter yet comfortable enough to fight. He had a gun on the belt hoop and some other familiar weaponry.
"Who are you?" she said dryly.
He turned back to her and pulled off the mask.
"Heero!" she squeaked. "Am I so glad to see you!" She wrapped her arms around him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He accepted it gladly and returned the kiss.
He was the first to break the kiss. "We better get moving," he told her.
"Save the greetings till after we clear from this place."
"Right," she nodded.
He pointed to the gun. "You're a pacifist."
"I had to defend myself," she stated defensively, gripping the pistol.
He shrugged and tugged her hand. "This way," he told her. "The hatch is this way." Without another word, he dragged her with him.
Location: New Richmond, Virginia
"Trowa! What are you doing here?" Duo called as he ran in the rain towards Trowa and Andie. He brushed back the tendrils from his hair and gave a wary look. "Don't worry, we sort of got things under control---just pray that Quatre found something."
Trowa was passive about it.
Duo raised an eyebrow at him. "Y'know, I think I'm the only one talking."
Andie stepped forward. "I am Andie Rodriguez," she introduced. "The preventer assigned to help Trowa with the investigation in South America. Trowa is a bit...worried about this entire situation, which is why we came here. We are here to help."
"Gee, thanks, Miss," Duo said, his mouth twitching for a smile.
Andie gestured to the mobile suits that lined up the coastline, staring into the Atlantic Ocean. The rain stopped dropping, her long dark hair now played by the wind. "What are all these doing here?"
"Oh! That," Duo said, his expression darkening. "I found this chamber not far from here with these mobile suits inside. I figured they weren't destroyed after Mariameia's reign of terror so I took them out. A little out of date, but I figured we might as well used them---if they have any effect with the warhead." He shrugged.
"Who hid this?" Trowa asked, who was watching the gigantic suits.
Duo turned to him. "This guy, the head of the Headquarters here...Nasedo. Greg Nasedo."
Trowa turned around. "You have to stay away from him!" he warned.
Duo staggered back, hands up. "Whoa, boy!" he croaked. "Hey, it ain't my fault. I haven't dealt with him...well, only a short while ago. he was mighty pissed when he found out that I found these and set them up along the coasts. Then my partner, Maureen Hepburn, she got ticked off as well. I think it's something they ate," he concluded.
Trowa frowned. "This is bad news. Really bad."
Duo cocked his head to one side. "Why?"
Trowa turned his eyes to his comrade. "Because Greg Nasedo used to work for Dekim Barton."
Location: Siberia, Russia
Number One was packing, packing to get the hell away from his men, from this post, from his problems.
Thump!
He whirled around. "W-Who's there?" he demanded.
A man stepped forward. "Coward," he spat at the man. "You make others do your dirty work and yet lead nothing. You are less than a human, and I will bring down justice and righteousness with the spirit of Nataku."
The man gasped. "Gundam fighter number 5..."
Chang Wufei smiled. "The one and only."
~*End of Chapter*~
Secrets revealed
*Force of the Future*
Location: Siberia, Russia
"ETA of impact, Number Two?"
Number Two cleared his throat. "One point five hours, sir---orders?"
"None, at the moment," he replied pleasantly.
"Aye---"
A man rushed into the room, breathless.
"Yes, man?" Number Two demanded harshly.
"The...the prisoner..."
"Dorlian?"
"Yeah, that one...she escaped..."
"WHAT?!" Number One roared. "Send back up! Get teams out there! How the hell she got out, I don't know..."
"Her Gundam friends," Number Two muttered.
"You idiot!" Number One roared at his second officer. "You were in charge of all this! How could you let her get away, our only means to negotiate something!" He scoffed huffily. "Nonetheless, you have one more chance to redeem yourself. FIND THE GIRL!!!!"
"Yes sir," Number Two shuffled.
Relena found herself at the outer corridors of the station. She was right; ir was an abandoned Oz military lookout station, situated deep within Siberia, where is was snowing iceballs. She fought the cold that she could feel prickling her skin and weakening her bones...but she refused to back down. She had to get away from this hell...if it was the last thing she'd do...
Clutching the pistol with her frozen hand, she shuffled through the corridor.
"Hey! There she is!"
Relena turned around. Guards!
She fluttered down the corridors quickly. She heard gunshots being fired directly at her. She dodged towards a branch of the corridor, hiding at the edge and shooting back, missing any vital part of the body.
Boom! Boom! Arm, leg, gone.
She turned around quickly and started running again. She could hear voices, lots of voices, yelling and snapping orders. She continued to run blindly, each time skirtting outward and outward.
"Stop!"
She turned around. More men! She cursed beneath her breath, shot and then started running towards the other end. More men were coming around the front bend, and she only had left and right to choose from. The men were marching. Relena tried shooting, but she was out of bullets.
The man at the head smiled. He had hair that was shaved close to his skull, and his eyes were a burning green. He had a fairly nasty scar cutting through his right cheek and the lid of his left eye. He smiled with a sick, twisted sense as he revealed a fairly nasty looking pistol. "Wrong move, Dorlian," he said. It was the guy who "greeted" her when she arrived at the post!
Relena took a step back, and a soldier took a step forward. They were gaining closer and closer---should she shoot her way out or die as a pacifist martyr? Both ways didn't sound very appealing at the moment.
Suddenly, a hand popped out and grabbed Relena's arm harshly, dragging her towards the left corridor. Relena's breath was taken away as she made her escape with the stranger down the corridor, the baffled voices remaining behind her.
The stranger made another curved turn before grabbing Relena tightly close to him and peered back, checking if there was anyone following them. The stranger wore a black mask and a black suit, warm enough to withstand the harsh Siberia winter yet comfortable enough to fight. He had a gun on the belt hoop and some other familiar weaponry.
"Who are you?" she said dryly.
He turned back to her and pulled off the mask.
"Heero!" she squeaked. "Am I so glad to see you!" She wrapped her arms around him and planted a soft kiss on his lips. He accepted it gladly and returned the kiss.
He was the first to break the kiss. "We better get moving," he told her.
"Save the greetings till after we clear from this place."
"Right," she nodded.
He pointed to the gun. "You're a pacifist."
"I had to defend myself," she stated defensively, gripping the pistol.
He shrugged and tugged her hand. "This way," he told her. "The hatch is this way." Without another word, he dragged her with him.
Location: New Richmond, Virginia
"Trowa! What are you doing here?" Duo called as he ran in the rain towards Trowa and Andie. He brushed back the tendrils from his hair and gave a wary look. "Don't worry, we sort of got things under control---just pray that Quatre found something."
Trowa was passive about it.
Duo raised an eyebrow at him. "Y'know, I think I'm the only one talking."
Andie stepped forward. "I am Andie Rodriguez," she introduced. "The preventer assigned to help Trowa with the investigation in South America. Trowa is a bit...worried about this entire situation, which is why we came here. We are here to help."
"Gee, thanks, Miss," Duo said, his mouth twitching for a smile.
Andie gestured to the mobile suits that lined up the coastline, staring into the Atlantic Ocean. The rain stopped dropping, her long dark hair now played by the wind. "What are all these doing here?"
"Oh! That," Duo said, his expression darkening. "I found this chamber not far from here with these mobile suits inside. I figured they weren't destroyed after Mariameia's reign of terror so I took them out. A little out of date, but I figured we might as well used them---if they have any effect with the warhead." He shrugged.
"Who hid this?" Trowa asked, who was watching the gigantic suits.
Duo turned to him. "This guy, the head of the Headquarters here...Nasedo. Greg Nasedo."
Trowa turned around. "You have to stay away from him!" he warned.
Duo staggered back, hands up. "Whoa, boy!" he croaked. "Hey, it ain't my fault. I haven't dealt with him...well, only a short while ago. he was mighty pissed when he found out that I found these and set them up along the coasts. Then my partner, Maureen Hepburn, she got ticked off as well. I think it's something they ate," he concluded.
Trowa frowned. "This is bad news. Really bad."
Duo cocked his head to one side. "Why?"
Trowa turned his eyes to his comrade. "Because Greg Nasedo used to work for Dekim Barton."
Location: Siberia, Russia
Number One was packing, packing to get the hell away from his men, from this post, from his problems.
Thump!
He whirled around. "W-Who's there?" he demanded.
A man stepped forward. "Coward," he spat at the man. "You make others do your dirty work and yet lead nothing. You are less than a human, and I will bring down justice and righteousness with the spirit of Nataku."
The man gasped. "Gundam fighter number 5..."
Chang Wufei smiled. "The one and only."
~*End of Chapter*~