I let the stinging feeling in my left eye pass and resisted the urge to scream. I know what I saw. Zechs. Standing so close to me I could shoot him through his heart, witch is what I'm going to do if and when and break out of here. I can feel Quatre's presence, he's probably in the same mess I'm in. He keeps trying to send me messages through my mind but I don't entirely understand Quatre's psychic abilities. But that wasn't my concern right now. I always thought of Zechs as an honorable person, even though we are destined to kill eachother, I never would have guessed he's be the kind of person who would do this. I'm sure they already have my DNA, so many things are being done to my bloodstream I don't even know what they are. I didn't want the others involved in this. I've put their lives in danger and they're probably in worse shape than I am. I can feel Quatre's pain and the others aren't any different. If anyone's going to get us out of this mess it's going to be me. No glass tank is going to stop me.
/Quatre's POV/
What is happening to me? They must have caught me. I hope the others are okay, they'll be okay, I believe in them......so much pain......
Quatre looses his brief moment of consciousness.
/Trowa's POV/
My chest and ankle are in so much pain, if I ever get out of this, I'd be surprised if I could stand up. I am communicating with Quatre through telekinesis, and I can tell he's in very much pain. Regrets are pouring through my mind. Guilt, anger, fear...I guess my life is flashing before my eyes.
Milliardo scanned all the tanks with his eyes once more. He tapped his fingers nervously on a counter while Dorthy stood by his side.
"Are you sure they are all unconscious Mr. Milliardo?" Dorthy asked, staring at Heero's tank.
Milliardo just grunted. He eyed Heero for quite a long time. 'He could be onto me, if he saw me, I'll have to kill him.' Milliardo thought. He didn't want to kill him though, they still hadn't settled their fight, he wouldn't just let it go.
"Mr. Milliardo, we should go to the DNA testing room right away, we can...kill...them after the clone of all of them is completed." Dorthy said, she glanced over at Trowa's tank.
"All right then, let's go." Millirdo said, he began walking towards the door.
"I'll be right with you, I'm just going to check their health once more." Dorthy said.
Milliardo gave a slight nod and he left the room. Dorthy took a deep breath and walked over to Trowa's tank. She put her hand on it and sighed. 'I know Mr. Milliardo is going to kill me for this, but I just can't let him kill the gundam pilots.' She thought.
"Trowa..." She whispered.
She took out her gun and swung it at the glass. The glass shattered with a loud noise and she knew she must act fast. She stepped over the broken pieces of glass as the water and chemicals spilled out over her feet. She took off Trowa's air mask and he fell limp into her arms. The sound of men shouting and running foot steps were heard from the hall.
"Trowa!" She screamed, "Trowa wake up!"
She carried him over to a counter and pulled off her white coat and wrapped it around him. She heard the footsteps come nearer so she made one quick move of pulling both herself and Trowa into the equipment closet. She put her hand over Trowa's mouth to muffle the coughing.
"Do..Dorthy?" Trowa sputtered, he was shaking all over and was in a lot of pain.
"The chemicals have almost healed the shot wound, but you won't be able to run on that ankle." Dorthy said as if Trowa knew what was going on.
Dorthy shuffled through some stuff in the equipment room while Trowa just stared at her in aw. 'Why did she save me?' He thought, 'why not Heero, or Quatre, or Wufei or Duo?' Dorthy paused in her shuffling and smiled evilly.
"Do you have good aim, Trowa?" She asked.
"Huh?" Trowa asked.
Suddenly, the door swung open and there stood about sixteen White Coats with guns.
"I said, do you have good....." She tossed a grenade at the giant fan on the ceiling. The lights shattered into millions of pieces, slicing the White Coats as well as the tanks that the gundam pilots were in.
"Aim.." Dorthy finished. She smiled at Trowa. "Never mind."
Trowa had a shocked look on his face, and he smiled slightly. Dorthy picked Trowa up and dragged him out of the closet. She shook slightly at the feel of her hands on Trowa's bare back. Then she focused on what she really should be thinking about.
"Dorthy!" A voice snapped her back into reality.
Dorthy turned her head. Heero stood at a desk going through files. He had already grabbed a towel out of a drawer and wrapped it around his waste, although he was still dripping with chemicals.
"Hurry Dorthy, try to get the other pilots conscious." Heero said, still scanning papers with his quick eyes.
Dorthy lied Trowa down gently and slid over to Quatre.
"He wasn't in there long enough to be healed. Heero, I don't think he'll make it." Dorthy said softly.
The look in Heero's eyes fled from it's cold state. A look of panic filled his eyes as he glared at Quatre. The blond boy was sprawled across the floor, his left arm crossing his chest. His mouth was opened slightly and his stomach went up and down ever so slightly as he struggled to breath. Heero walked over to him and placed a hand on his forehead, gently brushing his bangs to the side. Dorthy looked like she was near tears. Trowa, dealing with the pain in his ankle, walked over to Quatre and kneeled beside him.
"He'll make it. We just have to get out of here quick enough." Trowa said.
Just then, they heard grunting and shuffling behind them.
"Duo!" Dorthy yelled, running over and helping him up.
Duo's hair was completely unbound, and he was coughing up chemicals while trying to stay standing. He looked up at everyone finally, and all he could say was,
"Let's get our clothes and get the hell out of here!"
Meanwhile, Milliardo and a couple scientists were in the lab. Milliardo looked inpatient as the scientists worked on the deadly clone.
"Where could Dorthy be? I have a bad feeling about her." Milliardo mumbled to himself.
"Sir." One of the scientists spoke.
"Yes," Milliardo asked, his voice raising.
"All systems have been shut down...er..we don't know what happened." The man spoke.
Milliardo's eyes flashed with rage as he sped out of the room, heading towards the test room. 'Only a genius could figure out the code to disengage the system' He thought.
"Damn you, Heero!" He yelled when he saw that no one was left in the lab. Just shattered tanks and chemical soaked towels, and a few dead men by the closet.
He ran over to the computer. His breath paused as he saw the message flashing on the computer screen, 'Nice try.' Milliardo cried out in anger and he turned away from the computer. A white coat caught his eye.
"That's...Dorothy's coat.." He said. His hand clenched into a fist and an evil smile spread across his face. "They couldn't have gotten far."