Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam wing.
Authors note: Hi, thought you'd got rid of me didn't ya? Well, you haven't sorry…
This is just another crackpot scheme I came up with while watching a Bond film, says a lot about my taste in films doesn't it? Ok, here we go……
"Duo, I want you to go on another assignment." Miss Relena sat behind her desk, glasses perched on the end of her nose, eyebrows raised slightly in an expression of business.
I sighed, another assignment, oh joy.
"This one is slightly different however, we need you to locate two people who disappeared under…shall we say, unusual circumstances."
I sat up slightly at this, maybe I'd finally get to do something interesting!
"What is it?"
She pushed a photo across the desk towards me. "This is Quatre Winner," she said, pointing at a blond haired boy with blue eyes, "And this is his partner Trowa." This guy had darker hair, nearer my colour with one emerald eye peeking out from behind a long fringe.
Miss Relena continued relentlessly with the details, before coming to an end saying, "Good luck on this one Maxwell, I have a feeling things aren't going to be easy, oh, one other thing, we have a lead. A man who has been watched for several months may have information you need, you'll find him at this…gentleman's club.
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"I don't believe this," I grumbled under my breath. "How HUMILIATING!"
I was dressed in a straw bonnet, red dress and makeup. NOW I understood why Relena had put me onto this assignment, I always got the simple or humiliating ones. Grrrrrr.
As I wandered round the room, my face began to itch, and my waist to hurt. The blooming girdle was sooo tight I couldn't breathe!
Suddenly I saw my prey, he looked just like his photo, but I double-checked just to make sure. Yep, that was the guy.
Mincing over, I put on my best Oooh-aren't-you-a-lovely-man smile. I got a smile in response.
The drug was in my pocket. It would make him extremely talkative, telling me everything. Unfortunately, the only weapon I had if he became aggressive was a bottle of perfume.
Just peachy.
After I had convinced him to have a drink, the drug was slipped in, and just as I was leading him up the stairs to a private room, a man burst in.
"Stop!" he roared.
Great, what was this guy doing, how dare he infringe on me, I had to get this information!
He aimed a gun at the guy's head. "Stop!" I screamed, "I need him!"
"Lady, you're a whore, you'll get more people, this guy is going down though."
Whore? HOW DARE HE!
As I was about to scream at this blue-eyed dark-haired person a shot rang through the room, and then the fight began.
My supplier of intelligence was escaping! Swiftly I pulled out the perfume bottle. "Stop, or I squeeze!" I screamed at him.
"Lady," came that voice from behind me, "You're hysterical."
"I'm not a lady you idiot!" I screamed at him.
"Huh?"
"Duo Maxwell, secret service."
"Heero Yuy, same."
"Get out of my way."
Just as these words bubbled from my lips in an angry torrent a loud explosion ripped through the room. I stared at Heero, my perfume bottle still aimed at him, and as the fire raced to wards us, we glared at one another and chorused,
"Now what?"
Authors note: Hey, me again, just an apology for it being so
short, sorry about the storyline being rushed as well, it's gonna get better, I
promise! Let me know what you think, here, or e-mail me at 98AppsR@farringtons.kent.sch.uk
Bye!