Chapter 3
WHHYY MMMMEEEEEEEE????
Pagan ran through the dark city streets, looking for somewhere to stay the night. A lot of
people were still out, trying to make some cash. He didn't see the street corner band until it was too
late. Cursing them, he tried to keep running, but was stopped by the bands leader, who was about 8
feet tall. "Goin' Somewhere?" he asked.
Two hours later, bruised and without any money, Pagan wandered into a subway tunnel. He
snuck onto one of the cars and sat down. Everyone around him moved a seat back, except for the
man with a grubby black hat and two gold teeth. He grinned at Pagan, revealing that all the other
teeth were missing. Pagan didn't smile back.
Twenty minutes of struggle and insistence that he was NOT a pork chop later, Pagan got
off the train, one gold tooth still imbedded in his arm. A few more minutes of street wandering, and
he found just what he was looking for.
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Heero adjusted the front of his green tank top with a smile, which soon left his face. Even if
he got stuck with this job, at least they weren't going to make him change for it. The only reason he
was stuck doing this was because the others were too chicken to go. Calmly, Heero knocked on
the door of Relena's Mansion. Suprisingly, a new servant answered the door. He was a lot younger
than Pagan had been, maybe half his age. Heero stared at him, trying to size him up. "Have I seen
you before?" Heero asked him. Without a word, the new servant ushered Heero into the house and
pointed towards the dining room. Heero walked in to see Relena sitting at the table. Heero's first
words to her were, "Your new servant is real friendly, huh?"
"Dagan? Oh well, as long as I can trust him, it's fine."
"How do you know you can trust him?" asked Heero.
"He had great references. Anyway, what's so important that I had to cancel my meeting?"
"It's Pagan. We believe he is on the loose on Earth."
WHHYY MMMMEEEEEEEE????
Pagan ran through the dark city streets, looking for somewhere to stay the night. A lot of
people were still out, trying to make some cash. He didn't see the street corner band until it was too
late. Cursing them, he tried to keep running, but was stopped by the bands leader, who was about 8
feet tall. "Goin' Somewhere?" he asked.
Two hours later, bruised and without any money, Pagan wandered into a subway tunnel. He
snuck onto one of the cars and sat down. Everyone around him moved a seat back, except for the
man with a grubby black hat and two gold teeth. He grinned at Pagan, revealing that all the other
teeth were missing. Pagan didn't smile back.
Twenty minutes of struggle and insistence that he was NOT a pork chop later, Pagan got
off the train, one gold tooth still imbedded in his arm. A few more minutes of street wandering, and
he found just what he was looking for.
*******************************************************************************************************************
Heero adjusted the front of his green tank top with a smile, which soon left his face. Even if
he got stuck with this job, at least they weren't going to make him change for it. The only reason he
was stuck doing this was because the others were too chicken to go. Calmly, Heero knocked on
the door of Relena's Mansion. Suprisingly, a new servant answered the door. He was a lot younger
than Pagan had been, maybe half his age. Heero stared at him, trying to size him up. "Have I seen
you before?" Heero asked him. Without a word, the new servant ushered Heero into the house and
pointed towards the dining room. Heero walked in to see Relena sitting at the table. Heero's first
words to her were, "Your new servant is real friendly, huh?"
"Dagan? Oh well, as long as I can trust him, it's fine."
"How do you know you can trust him?" asked Heero.
"He had great references. Anyway, what's so important that I had to cancel my meeting?"
"It's Pagan. We believe he is on the loose on Earth."