Quatre was trying unsuccessfully to convince Heero to have something besides coffee for breakfast and Trowa was reading the newspaper when Duet slipped into the dining hall. She grabbed a croissant and a cup of coffee, sat down next to Duo, and remained there unnoticed until Heero spoke to her.
"Good morning. You're up late," he said and put his mug down. Duet smiled at him and went back to her breakfast.
"You ready for today? You look like you could use a few more hours of sleep," Duo grinned and purposefully shoved into her. She shoved him back and fixed her black tee-shirt.
"The job's not gonna get done if we just sit around," Wufei said and pulled on his white coat. The other pilots stood up and put their breakfasts down.
"Let's go..." Duo sighed hopelessly and pushed in his chair.
The six pilots stood side-by-side on the runway, squinting in the early-morning light. "We can't bring our Gundams to the Colony. They'll be too obvious," Trowa stated.
"Yeah. Listen, we'll contact you guys from the computers at the base on the colony so keep your links open," Duo instructed.
Trowa, Duo, and Duet climbed into the shuttle Quatre had waiting. The others left the runway and the shuttle took off.
"Good luck!" Quatre smiled and waved as it disappeared into the sky.
~~~
Duet stood in between the two boys who were seated in the pilots' chairs. "It'll be a long trip, so we should just sleep it off," Trowa said and typed the Colony's coordinates into the shuttle controls.
"Alright, I'll be in the back," Duet yawned and pulled her black leather trench coat tighter. Duo resettled himself in his chair and leaned back. Soon, everyone was asleep.
The shuttle's radars began to screech and Trowa and Duo instantly grabbed the controls when they awoke. Duet jumped to her feet and rushed to the cockpit. The vid screen sprung to life with the image of an OZ subordinate officer. "State you mission," he commanded.
"We are here under orders from Treize Kushrenada," Trowa replied smoothly, purposefully filling the entire screen.
"And what would those orders be?"
"They are not to be discussed with minor officers. Now, allow us entrance," Trowa demanded and cut the link.
The door to the hangar opened and the shuttle was guided inside by a computer-controlled runway. Once the shuttle was parked, Duo and Duet made a hasty exit. Trowa would stay and find a way to slide into the enemy ranks for a rounded inside job while the other two explored in secret.
"See you soon, Trowa!" Duet laughed and rode her zip-line to the ground. She and Duo disappeared seconds before a troop of OZ soldiers came to greet the shuttle.
~~~
"I hope they don't find it odd that there was only one person on the transport," Duo whispered and peered around a corner.
"I need a gun," Duet sighed and flexed her fingers. Duo's face twisted into a look of confusion. Duet smiled innocently and shrugged.
"Terrorist," Duo mumbled jokingly. "I don't know how we're going to get there, but the main control room is on the other side of the base," he continued as they strode down an empty corridor.
"What's the problem?" Duet asked.
"They're onto us," Duo replied and pointed to a group of OZ soldiers just rounding a corner.
"I'll get 'em!" Duet whispered. She ducked around a corner and fished around in her coat. A moment later, she pulled a small capsule from her pocket and threw it at the group. A thick smoke filled the hall, and together, they charged into it. It didn't take long to knock the surprised soldiers out, and Duet said so as she hoisted one of their machine guns onto her shoulder. She pocketed a handgun and smiled weakly. Duo grabbed another machine gun and leveled it at one end on the hall. They stood back-to-back and fired madly at the approaching hoards of soldiers alerted be the sounds of battle.
"Head for that door!" Duet yelled and they ducked into a small storage room. The fighting outside died and the OZ soldiers began pounding on the door. "I have a plan," she whispered in Duo's ear.
"And that would be?"
"Well, I don't think they're too familiar with Duet Maxine, but the your cute face is probably burned in their memory," Duet smirked.
"Right. I'll distract them while you get out of here. The computer room is-" Duet put a finger over his lips and cut his sentence short.
"I don't know any of that fancy computer stuff, Duo. You're the only one here that can complete this mission," Duet smiled.
"So, no?"
"Give me your clothes."
"What!?" Duo cried.
"Just do it!" she hissed and pulled off her own coat and shirt.
"Whatever you say…" Duo sighed and complied.
You want me!? Come and get me!" The door burst open and a dark figure began firing madly at the surrounding soldiers. A few converged upon the person dressed like a priest, a misleading costume. The soldiers disarmed and handcuffed the figure. It was thrown at the feet of another OZ soldier who pulled it up by its long braid. "Hey, Trowa," it whispered, never meeting his gaze.
"Duo…" Trowa whispered in reply, not letting the recognition show on his face.
"Nope!" the figure grinned, hiding beneath the brim of its black fitted baseball cap.
"Duet!" Trowa choked, covering his surprise in a coughing fit. Unbeknownst to the assembled crowd, another figure in a black trench coat, tee-shirt, and jeans was slinking away in the shadows.
Trowa shoved the Duo imposter into a cell. Duet played along, stumbling and spitting at Trowa's feet. "The Shinigami will be sent back to Hell it seems," he mocked and slammed the door shut.
"Hmmm, mmm, mmm. Looking fine in those OZ pants, Trowa!" Duet laughed, but caught herself, realizing that she was holding up Duo's image. "Hope no one heard me! They might think I, Duo, like boys!" she giggled to herself.
"Good morning. You're up late," he said and put his mug down. Duet smiled at him and went back to her breakfast.
"You ready for today? You look like you could use a few more hours of sleep," Duo grinned and purposefully shoved into her. She shoved him back and fixed her black tee-shirt.
"The job's not gonna get done if we just sit around," Wufei said and pulled on his white coat. The other pilots stood up and put their breakfasts down.
"Let's go..." Duo sighed hopelessly and pushed in his chair.
The six pilots stood side-by-side on the runway, squinting in the early-morning light. "We can't bring our Gundams to the Colony. They'll be too obvious," Trowa stated.
"Yeah. Listen, we'll contact you guys from the computers at the base on the colony so keep your links open," Duo instructed.
Trowa, Duo, and Duet climbed into the shuttle Quatre had waiting. The others left the runway and the shuttle took off.
"Good luck!" Quatre smiled and waved as it disappeared into the sky.
~~~
Duet stood in between the two boys who were seated in the pilots' chairs. "It'll be a long trip, so we should just sleep it off," Trowa said and typed the Colony's coordinates into the shuttle controls.
"Alright, I'll be in the back," Duet yawned and pulled her black leather trench coat tighter. Duo resettled himself in his chair and leaned back. Soon, everyone was asleep.
The shuttle's radars began to screech and Trowa and Duo instantly grabbed the controls when they awoke. Duet jumped to her feet and rushed to the cockpit. The vid screen sprung to life with the image of an OZ subordinate officer. "State you mission," he commanded.
"We are here under orders from Treize Kushrenada," Trowa replied smoothly, purposefully filling the entire screen.
"And what would those orders be?"
"They are not to be discussed with minor officers. Now, allow us entrance," Trowa demanded and cut the link.
The door to the hangar opened and the shuttle was guided inside by a computer-controlled runway. Once the shuttle was parked, Duo and Duet made a hasty exit. Trowa would stay and find a way to slide into the enemy ranks for a rounded inside job while the other two explored in secret.
"See you soon, Trowa!" Duet laughed and rode her zip-line to the ground. She and Duo disappeared seconds before a troop of OZ soldiers came to greet the shuttle.
~~~
"I hope they don't find it odd that there was only one person on the transport," Duo whispered and peered around a corner.
"I need a gun," Duet sighed and flexed her fingers. Duo's face twisted into a look of confusion. Duet smiled innocently and shrugged.
"Terrorist," Duo mumbled jokingly. "I don't know how we're going to get there, but the main control room is on the other side of the base," he continued as they strode down an empty corridor.
"What's the problem?" Duet asked.
"They're onto us," Duo replied and pointed to a group of OZ soldiers just rounding a corner.
"I'll get 'em!" Duet whispered. She ducked around a corner and fished around in her coat. A moment later, she pulled a small capsule from her pocket and threw it at the group. A thick smoke filled the hall, and together, they charged into it. It didn't take long to knock the surprised soldiers out, and Duet said so as she hoisted one of their machine guns onto her shoulder. She pocketed a handgun and smiled weakly. Duo grabbed another machine gun and leveled it at one end on the hall. They stood back-to-back and fired madly at the approaching hoards of soldiers alerted be the sounds of battle.
"Head for that door!" Duet yelled and they ducked into a small storage room. The fighting outside died and the OZ soldiers began pounding on the door. "I have a plan," she whispered in Duo's ear.
"And that would be?"
"Well, I don't think they're too familiar with Duet Maxine, but the your cute face is probably burned in their memory," Duet smirked.
"Right. I'll distract them while you get out of here. The computer room is-" Duet put a finger over his lips and cut his sentence short.
"I don't know any of that fancy computer stuff, Duo. You're the only one here that can complete this mission," Duet smiled.
"So, no?"
"Give me your clothes."
"What!?" Duo cried.
"Just do it!" she hissed and pulled off her own coat and shirt.
"Whatever you say…" Duo sighed and complied.
You want me!? Come and get me!" The door burst open and a dark figure began firing madly at the surrounding soldiers. A few converged upon the person dressed like a priest, a misleading costume. The soldiers disarmed and handcuffed the figure. It was thrown at the feet of another OZ soldier who pulled it up by its long braid. "Hey, Trowa," it whispered, never meeting his gaze.
"Duo…" Trowa whispered in reply, not letting the recognition show on his face.
"Nope!" the figure grinned, hiding beneath the brim of its black fitted baseball cap.
"Duet!" Trowa choked, covering his surprise in a coughing fit. Unbeknownst to the assembled crowd, another figure in a black trench coat, tee-shirt, and jeans was slinking away in the shadows.
Trowa shoved the Duo imposter into a cell. Duet played along, stumbling and spitting at Trowa's feet. "The Shinigami will be sent back to Hell it seems," he mocked and slammed the door shut.
"Hmmm, mmm, mmm. Looking fine in those OZ pants, Trowa!" Duet laughed, but caught herself, realizing that she was holding up Duo's image. "Hope no one heard me! They might think I, Duo, like boys!" she giggled to herself.
