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Chapter Four
Rising from his seat in front of the vid-phone, Wufei brushed back his long, ebony bangs, sighing softly as his overworked mind ran at a full gallop. Winner was missing shortly after Duo had left the resturaunt. Where had Maxwell gone? And judging from the quiet, yet righteous anger that he had left the others in, what frame of mind was he in?
"K'su.. he was never fun when he got a bug up his ass." Chang muttered softly as he walked sock footed through his darkened house. Heading to a small bedroom towards the back, he slipped in quietly, not bothering to turn the light on as he went to the closet and got out a small metal box, opening it reveiled an old antique handgun given to him by Sally last Christmas. If luck would be on his side, he wouldn't have to use it. Frowning at the thought, he holstered the weapon into his shoulder strap and headed out the door. Some days it was good to be a bounty hunter.
~*~
Heading into traffic at an almost auto-pilot like state, Yuy allowed his mind to drift. First of all, he would have to get into Quatre's home, see what kind of shape it was in to ascess what exactly had happened. What if Duo had gone to talk to Winner and they were both ambushed.
"Unlikely." He murmured to himself, for just the thought of jumping two Gundam Pilots wasn't exactly the smartest thing in the world to do. No, He thought to himself, this was as inside of a job as it could get. Which brought his mind back to Howard.
Duo had sworn up and down that he had stopped drinking, yet, when Heero had picked him up, he was drunker than a bicycle. That just absolutely did not make sense.
"Maybe when I'm done at Quatre's, I'll go pay Howard a visit."
~*~
"I'm bored...."
"I *Know* that, Duo, You've chanted that for the past two hours."
"Heh heh.. wanna play a game?"
"No thank you, I'm trying to find us a way out of here." Quatre said softly as he felt along the walls. "I just keep getting the empression that I am in one of those Frankenstein movies.." Giving a small shudder, he went back to the door.
"We need something electrical, Duo."
"Electical? What you got in mind, Quatre?" Stepping close to the smaller Arabian, Duo turned his amethyst gaze to the door, or more so the door knob. "Oh.. I get ya. Set him up, right? He grabs the door and ZAP?"
"Well, if that were the case, we would be locked in here for forever. But your close. If I can get something with just enough juice in it so that when he touches the inside handle, *Then* he would be incapacitated and we could escape."
"And they say blonds couldn't fight their way out of a wet paper sack with a chainsaw." Maxwell chuckled. "BUT, if you ask me, I think two on one were better odds than setting up a trap that could back fire in our faces big time."
"What about your chip, Duo?"
"Give me a big enough adreneline rush and I think I could overcome it."
"You didn't at my home.."
"Yeah.. and I didn't have my freedom to fight for either.. hell, I didn't even know the buggar was *In* there."
"Point taken... well.. we'll need to arm ourselves."
"Right.. and with something that he won't exactly miss when he comes by on his little rounds."
~*~
Pulling out into the night in his mustang, Wufei threw the car into gear roughly, the large custom tires in the back squealing their protest against the rain slick pavement. He had no idea where start looking, so he decided to start simple, go the the Winner residence to see if he could find a clue as to if Duo was there. If there was any chance that he could spot Duo's tradmark breaking and entering, it would be another fellow pilot.
~*~
Walking up the front steps, Heero halted, his body stock still as he allowed his eyes to rove over the front porch. For some reason, after the war, Quatre had decided to tone down his life style, giving up the large mansions in favor for a large lot of land and a quaint victorian style home.
He noted the high tech security system that was still armed, the small red light blinking lazily.
"Lot of good that did you." Heero murmured softly as he climbed up one last step.
Autumn leaves lay dried, scattered across the wooden boards of the old fashioned, wrap around porch. As the wind picked up with a chillful eerieness, the dried husks made haunting sounds across the floorboards. Holding back a small shudder, Yuy approached the door as a flood of lights appeared at the end of the drive. Furrowing his brow, he slipped off to the right, deeper within the shadows as a dark teal vintage mustang rumbled up the drive, the gravels crunching dully under the tires. He wasn't too surprised at the sihoulette that stepped from the muscle machine.
"What are you doing here?"
"Yuy?"
"Yeah."
"What are you doing here?"
"I just asked that."
"I know, I'm asking you now."
Snorting softly, Heero stepped up to the entrance of the front steps and waited for his Chinese friend to approach him.
"Great minds think alike, ne?" Wufei asked with a trace hint of a smile.
"Just don't let it go to your head." Heero said blandly, before a chuckle escaped him.
~*~
"What about this table leg?" Duo asked, shaking a small wooden table that stood in the corner, it's only use was for odds and ends to be placed on.
"I don't know, we'll come back to it.. how about one of the metal legs on the bunks?"
"Fine if it's your bunk, I don't want to crash to the floor in the middle of the night."
"Oh ha ha." Quatre snapped dryly as he knelt in the floor to examine them. "Think we could loosen one by the next time Howard comes in?"
"Maybe so... that's my bunk, Quatre."
"Oh, come on Duo.. you wouldn't know you hit the floor until the next morning."
"Yeah right, I would know.. hmm.. " Standing up and looking about, Shinigami's brows narrowed in that devious way of his. "I want something that when I hit him, he's gonna know it five years from now."
"I'm beginning to agree with you." Quatre sighed as he stood, dusting off his knees.
~*~
"The alarm hasn't been tripped from the outside.. whoever got in, knew how to by pass it."
Heero narrowed his eyes in thought. Duo was always good at getting into tight places, almost as if he were a shadow himself.
"What's on your mind, Yuy?" Wufei stepped closer, looking at Heero with his head tilted lightly.
"He went in.." Moving quickly off of the porch, Heero ran along the thick bushes of roses that adorned the porch, kneeling down and duck walking, he examined for any traces of Duo. Following behind, Wufei trained a flashlight to aide his friend.
"Here." After twenty minutes of looking, Heero held up one long whisp of a chestnut strand, beyond his hand lay a tiny hold through the lattice work.
"Think he could get in through there?"
"Hai. He went under the house.. must have come up through a heating vent, if not the main one."
"Damn."
"Yeah."
~*~
"Hello, boys.. time to eat." Howards tone was layed back and calm as he brought in two trays. Snarling softly, Duo crossed the room until he stood by his friend, arms crossed, eyes dancing madly.
"Fuck you." He greeted cheerfully, saluting Howard military style, but with his middle finger.
Shaking his head softly, Howard tsked the youth. "We don't have to be like this, you know. We could be friends."
"Yeah, with friends like you, who needs prostate exams."
Duo's jaw dropped in surprise to Quatre's remark, then a slow grin surfaced on his face as he slung his arm around his shoulders.
"Quatre, my man.. I'm think I'm starting to rub off on you."
"I just don't know about you two. I think that maybe being the nice guy that I am and allowing you two to be together is a bad idea.."
"Don't worry about us, we'll be good." Maxwell's tone was resigned, albeit slightly bitter as Howard turned and left.
"Not." Quatre added softly as the door was shut firmly and locked.
TBC.
Chapter Four
Rising from his seat in front of the vid-phone, Wufei brushed back his long, ebony bangs, sighing softly as his overworked mind ran at a full gallop. Winner was missing shortly after Duo had left the resturaunt. Where had Maxwell gone? And judging from the quiet, yet righteous anger that he had left the others in, what frame of mind was he in?
"K'su.. he was never fun when he got a bug up his ass." Chang muttered softly as he walked sock footed through his darkened house. Heading to a small bedroom towards the back, he slipped in quietly, not bothering to turn the light on as he went to the closet and got out a small metal box, opening it reveiled an old antique handgun given to him by Sally last Christmas. If luck would be on his side, he wouldn't have to use it. Frowning at the thought, he holstered the weapon into his shoulder strap and headed out the door. Some days it was good to be a bounty hunter.
~*~
Heading into traffic at an almost auto-pilot like state, Yuy allowed his mind to drift. First of all, he would have to get into Quatre's home, see what kind of shape it was in to ascess what exactly had happened. What if Duo had gone to talk to Winner and they were both ambushed.
"Unlikely." He murmured to himself, for just the thought of jumping two Gundam Pilots wasn't exactly the smartest thing in the world to do. No, He thought to himself, this was as inside of a job as it could get. Which brought his mind back to Howard.
Duo had sworn up and down that he had stopped drinking, yet, when Heero had picked him up, he was drunker than a bicycle. That just absolutely did not make sense.
"Maybe when I'm done at Quatre's, I'll go pay Howard a visit."
~*~
"I'm bored...."
"I *Know* that, Duo, You've chanted that for the past two hours."
"Heh heh.. wanna play a game?"
"No thank you, I'm trying to find us a way out of here." Quatre said softly as he felt along the walls. "I just keep getting the empression that I am in one of those Frankenstein movies.." Giving a small shudder, he went back to the door.
"We need something electrical, Duo."
"Electical? What you got in mind, Quatre?" Stepping close to the smaller Arabian, Duo turned his amethyst gaze to the door, or more so the door knob. "Oh.. I get ya. Set him up, right? He grabs the door and ZAP?"
"Well, if that were the case, we would be locked in here for forever. But your close. If I can get something with just enough juice in it so that when he touches the inside handle, *Then* he would be incapacitated and we could escape."
"And they say blonds couldn't fight their way out of a wet paper sack with a chainsaw." Maxwell chuckled. "BUT, if you ask me, I think two on one were better odds than setting up a trap that could back fire in our faces big time."
"What about your chip, Duo?"
"Give me a big enough adreneline rush and I think I could overcome it."
"You didn't at my home.."
"Yeah.. and I didn't have my freedom to fight for either.. hell, I didn't even know the buggar was *In* there."
"Point taken... well.. we'll need to arm ourselves."
"Right.. and with something that he won't exactly miss when he comes by on his little rounds."
~*~
Pulling out into the night in his mustang, Wufei threw the car into gear roughly, the large custom tires in the back squealing their protest against the rain slick pavement. He had no idea where start looking, so he decided to start simple, go the the Winner residence to see if he could find a clue as to if Duo was there. If there was any chance that he could spot Duo's tradmark breaking and entering, it would be another fellow pilot.
~*~
Walking up the front steps, Heero halted, his body stock still as he allowed his eyes to rove over the front porch. For some reason, after the war, Quatre had decided to tone down his life style, giving up the large mansions in favor for a large lot of land and a quaint victorian style home.
He noted the high tech security system that was still armed, the small red light blinking lazily.
"Lot of good that did you." Heero murmured softly as he climbed up one last step.
Autumn leaves lay dried, scattered across the wooden boards of the old fashioned, wrap around porch. As the wind picked up with a chillful eerieness, the dried husks made haunting sounds across the floorboards. Holding back a small shudder, Yuy approached the door as a flood of lights appeared at the end of the drive. Furrowing his brow, he slipped off to the right, deeper within the shadows as a dark teal vintage mustang rumbled up the drive, the gravels crunching dully under the tires. He wasn't too surprised at the sihoulette that stepped from the muscle machine.
"What are you doing here?"
"Yuy?"
"Yeah."
"What are you doing here?"
"I just asked that."
"I know, I'm asking you now."
Snorting softly, Heero stepped up to the entrance of the front steps and waited for his Chinese friend to approach him.
"Great minds think alike, ne?" Wufei asked with a trace hint of a smile.
"Just don't let it go to your head." Heero said blandly, before a chuckle escaped him.
~*~
"What about this table leg?" Duo asked, shaking a small wooden table that stood in the corner, it's only use was for odds and ends to be placed on.
"I don't know, we'll come back to it.. how about one of the metal legs on the bunks?"
"Fine if it's your bunk, I don't want to crash to the floor in the middle of the night."
"Oh ha ha." Quatre snapped dryly as he knelt in the floor to examine them. "Think we could loosen one by the next time Howard comes in?"
"Maybe so... that's my bunk, Quatre."
"Oh, come on Duo.. you wouldn't know you hit the floor until the next morning."
"Yeah right, I would know.. hmm.. " Standing up and looking about, Shinigami's brows narrowed in that devious way of his. "I want something that when I hit him, he's gonna know it five years from now."
"I'm beginning to agree with you." Quatre sighed as he stood, dusting off his knees.
~*~
"The alarm hasn't been tripped from the outside.. whoever got in, knew how to by pass it."
Heero narrowed his eyes in thought. Duo was always good at getting into tight places, almost as if he were a shadow himself.
"What's on your mind, Yuy?" Wufei stepped closer, looking at Heero with his head tilted lightly.
"He went in.." Moving quickly off of the porch, Heero ran along the thick bushes of roses that adorned the porch, kneeling down and duck walking, he examined for any traces of Duo. Following behind, Wufei trained a flashlight to aide his friend.
"Here." After twenty minutes of looking, Heero held up one long whisp of a chestnut strand, beyond his hand lay a tiny hold through the lattice work.
"Think he could get in through there?"
"Hai. He went under the house.. must have come up through a heating vent, if not the main one."
"Damn."
"Yeah."
~*~
"Hello, boys.. time to eat." Howards tone was layed back and calm as he brought in two trays. Snarling softly, Duo crossed the room until he stood by his friend, arms crossed, eyes dancing madly.
"Fuck you." He greeted cheerfully, saluting Howard military style, but with his middle finger.
Shaking his head softly, Howard tsked the youth. "We don't have to be like this, you know. We could be friends."
"Yeah, with friends like you, who needs prostate exams."
Duo's jaw dropped in surprise to Quatre's remark, then a slow grin surfaced on his face as he slung his arm around his shoulders.
"Quatre, my man.. I'm think I'm starting to rub off on you."
"I just don't know about you two. I think that maybe being the nice guy that I am and allowing you two to be together is a bad idea.."
"Don't worry about us, we'll be good." Maxwell's tone was resigned, albeit slightly bitter as Howard turned and left.
"Not." Quatre added softly as the door was shut firmly and locked.
TBC.
