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Authors note: Hi. Just a quick note, to say, hope you liked chapter 6 and I hope you like this one too. Well (takes a deep breath) here's chapter 7. (Why can I never write a short story?)
"Just our luck." I grumbled, "Why do we have to go looking for bad guys? If I had known we would be doing this, I'd never have signed up to become a secret agent."
Heero merely looked at me, face expressionless, eyes blank.
"Anyway, I think it's mean, making us do this, after all, we did rescue Quatre and Trowa, we deserve a break."
"Look Maxwell, we have to complete this mission at all costs."
"Oooh typical, Mr Yuy has to complete a mission."
No reply again.
For a while we continued walking along in silence along the deserted corridor, in the end I couldn't take the silence any longer. "At least I don't have to play your wife anymore."
He rolled his eyes at this.
"Look, Heero, how are we gonna find the guys who did this? I mean, there's thousands of people out there, and any one of them could have done it."
"We use an extremely powerful piece of technology."
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"THAT'S the "extremely powerful piece of technology?"" I screamed, looking down at it. Instead of a high-tech gadget of some sort, all I could see was a computer, a small battered laptop.
Heero looked at me for a moment before saying, "don't underestimate the power of this computer."
I sneered at him.
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Two hours later I was still sitting there, watching Heero play around with the block thingies on the hard something or other.
Just as I was about to die of boredom, or go crazy and massacre Heero the screen went white, and there was a loud beep.
I sat up quickly from my position where I had been flumped down on his bed. "What? What's happened?"
"I broke into a high security computer. I have a hunch this could be what we're looking for."
I stared at the screen. "An invitation, to a fancy dress party? Heero, have you gone nuts?"
He looked at me for a moment before saying, "No, but look at the host."
I whistled as I saw who it was, "Treize Kushrenada? Whoa, he's been missing for three years, wow, the most famous swindler in the whole of the United States."
"Exactly."
"So, why do we need to go to his fancy dress party?" I was beginning to fell slightly worried, you see, I had suddenly had a horrible premonition.
"We may be able to pick up some clues." His teeth flashed in a grin, which, to my frightened eyes, could only be described as evil. "I have the perfect outfit in mind for you."
"Yeah, I go as Duo Maxwell, secret agent."
"That'll get you killed."
" It's better than going as something you've concocted."
"Trust me on this one." The evil grin again.
Gulp.
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"Duo, come out, we're going to be late."
"I'm not coming." Even to my own ears, my voice sounded muffled. This was probably because of the tight green/blue tank top I had over my face in a last ditch effort to get it off.
"Maxwell, you're not trying to take off your costume are you?"
"Um…no?"
My "costume" was this. A blue green tank top thingy with a brown leather backpack, a pair of brown shorts with a black belt and holsters attached brown boots, white socks and oh! Let's not forget the water balloons.
That's right. Water balloons. Heero had spent three hours with his hand down my shirt, trying to adjust those damn balloons so that it looked like I had large breasts. Any ideas as to who I am yet? Well, anyway, we had decided, well, Heero had decided it would be a good disguise as I could carry real guns, but people would think they were fake.
There was no way I was going to this party.
"Come on Duo, let's go."
"I'm not coming." I yelled back through the closed door of my room. "Not like this!"
"You are, even if I have to break the door down to get to you."
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh wouldn't I? I'll count to three, if you're not out by then, I'm coming in to get you."
"HAH!"
"One…"
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Two…"
It was then that I realised he probably would, so I opened the door.
I'm not quite sure what effect my costume had on him, he hadn't seen me in the whole thing, but he did kinda stare for a while.
"Well?" I demanded, "Can we go now?" He seemed to shale himself and reached into his pocket for the car keys. "I'm driving."
"I can't believe this. I'm going to a party as Lara Croft: Tomb Raider."
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