DiTS: Part 3
"Hello, Wufei," the blonde on screen blinked, then cocked his head, "What's wrong?"
"We have a situation," Wufei explained, "It will require all of us."
"What's going on now?" the blonde had already started typing on a nearby computer and relaying messages to those around him.
"I'm not completely sure, Quatre," Wufei admitted reluctantly, "But I think it has to do with the scientists."
"Wait, weren't they killed?" Quatre blinked.
"That's what we thoughtWufei confirmed.
"Then, why, how?" Quatre went back to typing.
"Because," Wufei sighed, "We were never completely certain that they were dead."
"What if it's someone imitating them?" Quatre suggested.
"Then that's even more reason for us to investigate and deal with it," Wufei smirked, "Because if it's an imitator, then I know more about Master O's tendencies than they will."
"Good point," Quatre smiled back, "So the rest of us are needed for similar reasons."
"Primarily," Wufei nodded, "you're all needed to confirm my theory that the others are involved. And even if they aren't-"
"The five of us should be enough to take on an impostor," Quatre guessed, "And even Master O, if it's just him."
"Well, that means that we have to gather the five of us first," Wufei rolled his eyes, "If you'll contact Duo, I can reach the other two."
"Then we'll contact each other to arrange travel means?" Quatre guessed again.
"Right," Wufei agreed. They both signed off.
Wufei headed for the nearby computer and quickly typed a message. He sent it to an undisclosed recipient, via untraceable lines, and then keyed in a new number on the telecommunications system.
"Hello," a curly haired brunette smiled on the screen. Within a few seconds, her smile faltered, then disappeared completely, "What do you want?"
"I just need to speak with Trowa," Wufei raised his hands, palm outward, in an effort to calm her down, "Don't worry Katherine, if this works out right, it'll be nothing more than a consultation."
"Hmm," she snorted, "You don't actually expect me to believe that, do you?"
"Er," Wufei smiled weakly, "Not even if I mean it?"
She snorted again, "Well, I suppose. But he'd better not get hurt."
A moment later, a brown haired young man with a forelock of his hair obscuring one eye sat down in front of the screen.
"We think the scientists may have survived the explosion two years ago. There's a satellite between a few of the more vocal anti-Relena colonies that looks to have at least one of them operating it."
"So how is this supposed to stay a consultation?"
"In your case, you look over the data screens," Wufei took a deep breath, "And if Doktor S is not involved,"
"Kathy knows I have my own mind," Trowa shrugged, "If I choose to get involved, she can do nothing about it."
~ Not to you. You won't be the one getting a shipment of her 'special' soup. ~ Wufei though, then said, "Well, whatever. How long will it take you?"
"A few days probably," Trowa shrugged again, "Without the suits, we have to rely on public transport, but since we're near L4 anyway, it might not take as long."
"Okay," Wufei shook his head, "So you and Quatre will arrive about the same time. That will make things a little easier."
"Goodbye," Trowa said as the screen went black.
"Wufei went back to the computer and rechecked the data. ~ Blast! If they get it into their heads to do anything, soon, we'll still be unable to do anything. That's why they allowed us to see them. ~ He growled under his breath as the comm system bleeped, "Duo?"
"Hey there, 'fei!" the brown haired boy grinned from the screen, "Hear you have a scientist infestation. Need my help?"
"Duo," Wufei began.
"Yeah, yeah," he raised his hands, palm out, and nodded, "I know, 'Don't call me 'fei!'"
"It may not be all five of them," Wufei clarified, "Or even one of them. But the satellite's scurity and electronic systems match Master O's perfectly, and have a few other details as well, that make me think that the five of them are working together. Those two women spotted the installation, and were going to investigate anyway, but they had no idea who or what they were dealing with."
"That's just great!" Duo growled, "What does it take to get rid of them?!?"
"We'd never be certain," Wufei smiled grimly, "Especially now."
"So how many of the others,"
"Duo was cut off by the computer beeping, and Wufei laughed under his breath as he walked over to it. He read the message and shook his head as he typed.
"Well?" Duo prompted.
"That's Heero," Wufei explained.
"He's keeping in touch with you?!?" Duo yelped.
"I'm the least likely to contact him for any reason," Wufei sent his message, then returned to his previous seat.
"What'd he say," Duo blinked.
"Not much," Wufei shrugged, "This is Heero, remember?"
"Is he helping or not?" Duo rolled his eyes.
"Of course," Wufei smirked.
"Grr," Duo growled, "Never mind. I'll be there in about two days."
"Have fun," Wufei drawled.
"Duo stuck out his tongue as the screen faded.
I don't own any of the characters, I don't even really own the idea, since this was inspired by another author's story. Her story is called Failure of the Brain, and her pseudonym is Nuku-Chan.
"Hello, Wufei," the blonde on screen blinked, then cocked his head, "What's wrong?"
"We have a situation," Wufei explained, "It will require all of us."
"What's going on now?" the blonde had already started typing on a nearby computer and relaying messages to those around him.
"I'm not completely sure, Quatre," Wufei admitted reluctantly, "But I think it has to do with the scientists."
"Wait, weren't they killed?" Quatre blinked.
"That's what we thoughtWufei confirmed.
"Then, why, how?" Quatre went back to typing.
"Because," Wufei sighed, "We were never completely certain that they were dead."
"What if it's someone imitating them?" Quatre suggested.
"Then that's even more reason for us to investigate and deal with it," Wufei smirked, "Because if it's an imitator, then I know more about Master O's tendencies than they will."
"Good point," Quatre smiled back, "So the rest of us are needed for similar reasons."
"Primarily," Wufei nodded, "you're all needed to confirm my theory that the others are involved. And even if they aren't-"
"The five of us should be enough to take on an impostor," Quatre guessed, "And even Master O, if it's just him."
"Well, that means that we have to gather the five of us first," Wufei rolled his eyes, "If you'll contact Duo, I can reach the other two."
"Then we'll contact each other to arrange travel means?" Quatre guessed again.
"Right," Wufei agreed. They both signed off.
Wufei headed for the nearby computer and quickly typed a message. He sent it to an undisclosed recipient, via untraceable lines, and then keyed in a new number on the telecommunications system.
"Hello," a curly haired brunette smiled on the screen. Within a few seconds, her smile faltered, then disappeared completely, "What do you want?"
"I just need to speak with Trowa," Wufei raised his hands, palm outward, in an effort to calm her down, "Don't worry Katherine, if this works out right, it'll be nothing more than a consultation."
"Hmm," she snorted, "You don't actually expect me to believe that, do you?"
"Er," Wufei smiled weakly, "Not even if I mean it?"
She snorted again, "Well, I suppose. But he'd better not get hurt."
A moment later, a brown haired young man with a forelock of his hair obscuring one eye sat down in front of the screen.
"We think the scientists may have survived the explosion two years ago. There's a satellite between a few of the more vocal anti-Relena colonies that looks to have at least one of them operating it."
"So how is this supposed to stay a consultation?"
"In your case, you look over the data screens," Wufei took a deep breath, "And if Doktor S is not involved,"
"Kathy knows I have my own mind," Trowa shrugged, "If I choose to get involved, she can do nothing about it."
~ Not to you. You won't be the one getting a shipment of her 'special' soup. ~ Wufei though, then said, "Well, whatever. How long will it take you?"
"A few days probably," Trowa shrugged again, "Without the suits, we have to rely on public transport, but since we're near L4 anyway, it might not take as long."
"Okay," Wufei shook his head, "So you and Quatre will arrive about the same time. That will make things a little easier."
"Goodbye," Trowa said as the screen went black.
"Wufei went back to the computer and rechecked the data. ~ Blast! If they get it into their heads to do anything, soon, we'll still be unable to do anything. That's why they allowed us to see them. ~ He growled under his breath as the comm system bleeped, "Duo?"
"Hey there, 'fei!" the brown haired boy grinned from the screen, "Hear you have a scientist infestation. Need my help?"
"Duo," Wufei began.
"Yeah, yeah," he raised his hands, palm out, and nodded, "I know, 'Don't call me 'fei!'"
"It may not be all five of them," Wufei clarified, "Or even one of them. But the satellite's scurity and electronic systems match Master O's perfectly, and have a few other details as well, that make me think that the five of them are working together. Those two women spotted the installation, and were going to investigate anyway, but they had no idea who or what they were dealing with."
"That's just great!" Duo growled, "What does it take to get rid of them?!?"
"We'd never be certain," Wufei smiled grimly, "Especially now."
"So how many of the others,"
"Duo was cut off by the computer beeping, and Wufei laughed under his breath as he walked over to it. He read the message and shook his head as he typed.
"Well?" Duo prompted.
"That's Heero," Wufei explained.
"He's keeping in touch with you?!?" Duo yelped.
"I'm the least likely to contact him for any reason," Wufei sent his message, then returned to his previous seat.
"What'd he say," Duo blinked.
"Not much," Wufei shrugged, "This is Heero, remember?"
"Is he helping or not?" Duo rolled his eyes.
"Of course," Wufei smirked.
"Grr," Duo growled, "Never mind. I'll be there in about two days."
"Have fun," Wufei drawled.
"Duo stuck out his tongue as the screen faded.
I don't own any of the characters, I don't even really own the idea, since this was inspired by another author's story. Her story is called Failure of the Brain, and her pseudonym is Nuku-Chan.
