Children's Games
Part Three: The Hangar
By: Lady Katana and DJ Empress
Diclaimer: If we owned it we wouldn't be writing fanfics, people!
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Vale sat in the cockpit of Death Angel, going over the plan. She was to dock in Berlin, first priority, check. She jumped out of Death Angel down to Quatre and Rehya

Duo landed beside her. "Heya, Q."

"Morning, Duo. You seem unusually sleepy." Quatre said.

"Yeah, well I haven't slept for a really long time..." Duo said with a perverted grin. Rehya looked at Valearia, who was now as red as an apple.

"Well...ya know...I..." Valearia stammered.

"Nevermind..." Rehya quickly interjected. "Vale, go check the security system for me...." Valearia nodded.

"Ok." then the scrawny German plodded off to the computer room.

"There's bad news," Rehya grimly told Duo.

"Bad news? Alright, let's hear it." He said, starting to walk towards
Deathscythe's cockpit.

"Well," Quatre start, hesitating at first. "The Northern Alliance requested
that we leave the airspace over the Medittearean and practically all of
Europe free if we're planning on heading north."

"And we are." Rehya added.

"What!? Why!?"

Rehya tended to her headache. "They claim that flying directly over Europe
with carriers full of suits poses too much of a threat of a hijacking. They
want the airspace clear of all and any planes. Apparently they don't want
another Trade Center."

"They are really serious about Operation Enduraing Freedom, Duo." Quatre
said, folding his arms.

"So, where are we going to fly them, then? If we take to the Atlantic,
they'll think that a hijacker will head toward the U.S. again. ANd we can't
just do it over Asia, it's the same problem."
Vale them returned to the group. "OK, Reh. Omega Alert is in effect. I've
got soldiers patrolling the streets and all the parts."

"And the base?"

"Secure. Besides, there's a raging sand storm as we speak, we're covered."

"Ah, good old fashion mother nature."

"Vale, we can't fly to Belgium." Duo said.

"What?"

"Now, now, we didn't say that Duo," Rehya started. "We only said that we
can't fly over the Atlantic, Europe, and Asia."

"Right, so what did I miss?"

"There's another way, Duo." Quatre told him.

"How? We fly down to the South pole and come up the other way?"

"No. The Alliance said there was still one route we could take."

"Where, Afghanistan?" Duo sarcastically asked. "They're practically the only
country that a hijacker won't try to crash a plane into."
Quatre and Rehya didn't argue, but rather look at him seriously. "Exactly."

"Apparently the Northern Alliance feels the same way."
Duo and Vale just stood silent, bewildered.

"Told you it was bad news." Rehya sighed.

Valearia's jaw dropped. "There is no chance in hell that you exspect me to go to Belgum over that hell-hole of a damn country!" she said, eyes full of fury. "Not unless I drop a few bombs on the way, but the Northern Alliance wouldn't want that."

"The only chance we have of not be shot down is to distract them with arial defense missiles." Quatre said.

"Sweet." the German Assassin said, smoothly. "I'll take care of that, Duo, Quatre help me load the missiles onto Death Angel would you?" both boys nodded and walked off with Valearia.

Rehya checked her watch and turned to some loitering gaurds, "Tel-la! Prepare the air carriers. You! make sure the leos and aries are ready. Tel-la! Tel-la!"

Valearia smiled as the last missile was loded on. "Thank god..." she said, jumping down. She looked at Duo. "Thanks, babe." then at Quatre.
"Thanks to you too."

"Don't mention it. Rehya and I appreciate you two guarding the suits in Belgium, it's extremely vital that we stand our ground here. Rehya is under a lot of pressure, I think she's liable to blow at any time now."

Valearia nodded. "Its my job, no less." she smiled. "Poor Reh. Take care of her for me while I'm in Belgium, Quatre, please. She needs support, and when i'm in Belgium, I'll probably feel like she does now." Valearia rolled her eyes. Duo wrapped his arms around her.

"I'll take care of you, chica. You just wait and see." Valearia smiled.

"I'll bet."

"Tel-la, tel-la, guys! C'mon, is everything set?"

"Yep."

"All ready, Rehya."

Quatre jumped down from Sandrock's cockpit. "I equipped Hyoto with the missiles for you, Rehya."

She smiled at him. "Shokran, Quatre. You're so considerate..." Rehya tantalizingly pressed against him. "Now tel-la, everyone!" She said, slyly grinning at Quatre...

Valearia sat inside Death Angel, checking things for Deathscythe. Duo stood at the door, licking his lips.

"Whats up with you?" she handed him a tube of chap-stick.

Duo rolled his eyes and stepped inside the cockpit, he leaned over Valearia and touched her shoulder, now bare because she was wearing a tank-top. "Just wanted to check out how things were going." his mind cursed him. *You liar, you just wanted to touch her!*


"Alright, enough flirting!" Rehya called up to them. "We've got enough chemicals in the air without our harmones, get ready to deploy."

"That's cold, Rehya." Duo muttered.

"I heard that," She said, and jumping into Hyoto.

Valearia sighed as Duo walked away. His hands were so warm. She watched the braid flow across the entry to the cockpit longingly. She closed the door and started up Death Angel promply.

"This one's for you Duo-chan." she said quietly.

Rehya secured the seatbelt and got the Tallgeese online. "OK, the three of you follow me. We're seeing out the carriers," She said into the headphones. "Make sure your signal is decoded to RT400, it'll link to the base in the moon. And everyone?"

"Yes?"

"Shokran for putting up with me."

Valearia's face popped up on the comlink. She laughed. "Really, its not as hard as you think, remember, i'm the psycotic, uber-bitch here!"

Rehya lazily laughed again. "Heh. Thanks, but I'm the head of a country that could be blamed for harboring terriorists...the last thing I need is the US and Britain breathing down neck, Hathoway is bad enough."

"He's...he's..." Valearia started, eyes suddenly dark and deathily still.

Duo popped up "We know Vale-chan, don't worry." then they were off. Valearia sunk back into her seat for a while. They wouldn't reach Afganistan for quite a while. She looked at a picture taped to a button-less spot on her control panel. It pictured her, being lifted up bye Duo. And, if she hadn't been wearing a blue gown, you could have mistaken the photo for Duo and Vale's wedding picture. Even since they wern't married.