Disclaimer: To get this over quickly…(deep breath) I own nothing, not Gundam Wing, Not Wild Wild West and not Bond.
Authors note: Hi, I have to put one of these at the beginning of every chapter don't I? This must be very annoying for a few of you. All I can say is sorry. Ok, many thanks to anyone who bothered to review chapters one or two, it made me extremely happy. If you have any more comments or tips can ya e-mail me at d_d_duley@hotmail.com (I sure hope I've typed that in correctly!) ok Part three coming up…
I managed to make it back to Relena's office without many people seeing, and only the occasional "Hey Maxwell, nice dress." Grrrrr, HUMILIATION!
As I walked back in she looked at me and smirked faintly, "Very nice Maxwell."
I glowered at her and said nothing.
She rustled those annoying papers of hers and looked over at Heero who had come in behind me. "Now, as I am sure you are both aware, you have been assigned to this Quatre winner and Trowa Barton kidnapping case." We both nodded, "Therefore so someone doesn't blow the cover," I swear, she wasn't even looking at me but it was like she had placed neon signs on top of my head, "Yuy, you and Maxwell will have to act like a married couple."
"WHAAAAAAAT?! No way, not with him!"
"Maxwell, this is your assignment, just live with it."
"You mean live with him." I muttered darkly, but not loud enough for her to hear.
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"Oooooh look Hee-chan!" I squealed, "a circus, come on honey, lets go."
Heero merely rolled his eyes, face taking on a God Why Do You Always Pick On Me I'm A Decent Guy Really, look.
In the short time we had had to live with each other, I had had to perfect the wife from heaven act. You know, thinking animals were cute etc. Ugh.
Dragging Heero across the road I ran to the entrance of the tent, but, before I could get there the damn skirt got tangled in my legs, and I fell over backwards.
Rising to my feet, I tried to act casually, as though nothing had happened. Walking over to the tent I bought tickets for Heero and myself.
Halfway through the first act Heero fell asleep.
"And now ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the king of beasts, and a young acrobat who dares to oppose him." Cried the ringmaster in what I had come to think of as his over happy voice.
As the lion and man ran onto the stage, I sat up suddenly.
"Heero!" I hissed.
No reply.
"Heeeeeero!" This time I added an elbow in the side as well.
"Huh, what, Maxwell, you wrecked my sleep."
"I've found him."
He became wide-awake in an instant. "Which one?"
I pulled out the picture I had of Barton and Winner and studied it carefully. "It's Trowa Barton." I said in a low voice, not wanting to be overheard by anyone. "Gotta be, he's the only guy I know with a hair do like that."
I grinned up at Heero, and for a moment, he grinned back, then, he ran swiftly down the stands and out towards the exit.
"Hey Heero wait for meeeaaaaarghoomph!"
I had tripped over that damn skirt again. As I tripped I fell headlong into a hot dog seller, who in turn knocked into a passer-by.
I landed in a heap at the base of the stands, before hurriedly climbing to my feet, and, with no thought to propriety hitched my skirt up and ran after Heero.
As I turned a corner I nearly ran into him, crouched behind one of the caravans, I yelped in surprise, but before I could do much else a gun was at the base of my throat.
"Heero, it's me."
"Oh yeah, you make such a good woman Maxwell that I didn't realise it was you." I frowned at him, and was about to reply when a hand clapped over my mouth.
"Sh, I'm listening."
The hand was taken away.
I nodded silently and crouched next to him.
"…don't know why we have to keep guarding blondie after all, the boss only wanted the other kid."
"Shut up you idiot, if you're heard talking like that the boss is gonna kill you.
"Hah for doing what?"
"I dunno, but remember Mueller?"
The other man was silent, obviously this had had an impact on him. Whoever Mueller was, I bet he came to a nasty end. Oh pleasant thoughts.
The second man continued. "Besides, you know that we need Winner for the information and his abilities."
"Yeah, you're right, let's go check on the other kid."
"What Barton?"
"Yeah, after all, he might make a break for it after the show."
"Nah, he won't do that, he'll be to worried about Winner."
I heard footsteps heading towards our hiding place and Heero pulled me back just in time as two heavy set men walked past.
"Come on," he hissed, "let's go check it out."
"No Heero, stop…" I began, but he was already off and heading towards a trailer.
As we stepped inside I heard a thumping coming from one of the cupboards. "Heero, over here!" I cried softly.
Together we pulled open the door, and out tumbled a blond haired boy. It was Quatre Rabera Winner. His face was bruised and he had a cut on his forehead, but he was alive and conscious.
"Hey," I said softly, "are you alright?"
He nodded quietly before saying, "we have to get out of here now, those men…" he swallowed painfully, "they'll be coming back any minute."
I wondered what they had done to this boy to make him trust complete strangers.
As I was standing up after untying Quatre's bonds loud footsteps echoed from outside, and before any of us could react the door swung open.
Spinning around I saw one of the men who had been talking earlier. "Well, well, well." He sneered, "What have we here?"
Worriedly I glanced over at Heero, but all I could see mirrored in his eyes, was the same helpless rage…
TBC
Authors not: Ha me AGAIN! (everybody groans) This one'll be a quickie all I wanted to say was please review or e-mail me at d_d_duley@hotmail.com I would really appreciate it, many thanks. This was my favourite chapter so let me know!
Part 4 out soon.
D.D.Duley