Authors note: Hi, if this chapter sucks as badly as the last one did, apologies in advance, sorry guys! Oh yeah, my stupid computer went weird the other day and all my stories got wiped off so any details wrong, then sorry, can't help it.
Disclaimer: Legal stuff, hate it, own nothing, so no one sue me, thanks.
"99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, take one down pass it around and…when you get down to one you'll all be very drunk."
"Maxwell, don't you ever shut up?"
"Why should I shut up? At least I wasn't the one who had to get us all captured."
"There was a reason as I explained earlier."
"Oh, well I'd love to hear it again, you know, just so I completely get why we're stuck in this stupid trailer."
It was hot, god it was hot. We'd been sitting in the trailer, tied together for nearly five hours now, and needless to say, I was bored out of my mind. If picking a fight with the ever-impenetrable Mr Yuy was the only way to relieve boredom then go me.
Before either of us could utter another word however, the blond boy, Quatre interrupted. "So, who are you really?"
I shifted uncomfortably, not really wanting to give away our job. "Well, I'm Maxwell, Duo Maxwell."
"I thought you were a woman!" The blond smiled a bit, "I should have known you looked a bit to perfect to be real."
"Why you little…"
That was when Heero kicked me in the shin.
"OW! What you do that for Yuy?"
"To stop you from being impolite."
"Oooh, impolite, how proper." I sneered.
"Maxwell just SHUT THE HELL UP!"
Wow, the heat must've been getting to him as well. Hmm, maybe it was time to give it a rest.
Before I could apologise however Trowa Barton spoke up, "So you haven't really answered Quatre's question." He smiled at the blond in a way that made my chest ache. "You just told us your name."
I sighed and looked at Heero. He nodded.
"Alright, Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy, secret agents."
"Cool! You mean like Bond?!"
"Yeah something like that." Bet Bond never had to act as someone's wife though. I thought, mentally rolling my eyes. What? I'm rolling them mentally, so it's not rude or anything, well…not much.
"So, why're you here?"
"We came to look for you."
"Oh."
Before anyone could say anything else the thugs returned.
"Well, well, well." Sneered one, "Still arguing are you?"
That was it, I could not take it anymore, when I get fed up with a situation, I can stoop to the lowest factors imaginable. In short, flirt. Gross.
"I'm soooo sorry to be troubling you," I cooed, eyelashes fluttering (where had I learnt that one? Must've been from Relena.) "But would you mind loosening my bonds just a little? They kinda rub."
I could see one of the thugs weakening, and so I continued the fluttering.
"Well, what can she do, I mean it's not like she'll overpower us or anything."
Wrong. "Oh, you are funny, of course I couldn't."
One of the thugs came towards me, and, while he was stooped down I waited until I felt those damn ropes being loosened and then kicked him in the groin. Hard.
I could practically feel everybody else in the room wincing, well bugger that, I was getting out of there.
I'm not going to go into details about the fight, but lets just say, it wasn't pretty.
As soon as Heero had been freed he leapt to his feet, and grabbed the whimpering Quatre. "Come on, let's go."
"Noooo, don't make me come, I'll be killed."
"Oh stop being a wimp," I said disgustedly, "and do as he says."
Trowa put an arm around the smaller boy's shoulders. "Don't be mean."
I rolled my eyes, but once again resorted to silence.
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After much sneaking about we made it to the edge of the camp, with no one the wiser.
Unfortunately our good luck did not last long.
On the outskirts of the camp, we were spotted by a guard, who, on sight, didn't ask questions, oh no, that would involve thinking. He just released the dogs.
Damn.
We started to run, Trowa and I practically dragging Quatre every step of the way, as we turned a corner we found ourselves in a blind alley. We were trapped.
There was no way out.
Authors note: Let me know what you think by reviewing (rolls eyes and mutters) "How predictable."