This chapter has quite a bit of action in, violence, blood.
Bonded By a Silver Chain:
Chapter 2: Found Again
"I found your friend," Heero stated, as he walked into the kitchen later that morning.
Trowa looked up from his bowl of uneaten cereal.
"What?" He asked confused.
"Luna N. Luce, the girl you wanted me to look for"
Trowa nodded, So it wasn't just a dream.
"Where is she?" Trowa questioned, trying to hide is joy, but his dark green eyes where
shades brighter because of it. Heero thrust a stack of papers towards Trowa, and the green-eyed boy took it.
"I didn't bother to read it, since you're the one looking for her; I left that to you,"
Trowa nodded, "Thanks, Heero." The stoic soldier nodded, and shuffled out of the kitchen. (A/N: Is it just me, or does Heero seem lazy?)
Trowa pushed his bowl of cereal aside, and dropped the stack of papers. His emerald eyes darted over the words.
Name: Luna L. Luce
Age: 17
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 125
Hair: Platinum Blonde
Eyes: Blue
Occupation: Government (USA)
Religion: Protestant
Mobile Suit: Type Classified
Blood Type: AB
Next to the brief profile, was a recent picture. She looked exactly as he dreamed she would. Her hair was still long, and fell around her face in straight white strands. Her eyes were still that haunting blue, and her trademark half smile played upon her pink lips. Trowa turned the page, his eyes flowing over the words.
Name: Luna L. Luce
Code Name: Marie Leone
Agent #: 008
Level: Elite
Position: Spy
Rank: Lieutenant
Mobile Suit: Ice Angel
Mobile Suit Substance: 75% Gundanium 25% Annamantium
"Annamantium?" Trowa mused, turning to the next page. He bit his lips as his eyes soaked in the pictures and schematics over her suit. It was light blue trimmed with white. Two large white cannons were situated on each shoulder and, the chest opened up into four machine guns. The eyes shot out lasers, and it had a two buster rifles, one on each arm. A large white crescent moon was branded on the chest of the mobile suit. Large white wings protruded from its back, spreading out in an angelic like fashion.
Name: 934 11575 (Ice Angel)
Type: Gundam
Top Speed: 300mi KPM
Shield: Annamantium and Gundanium Alloy
Power: 325 (With shield)
Weapons: Four machine guns, two ice cannons, Crescent Scythe, Buster/ Ice Rifles. Smart bombs, Ice bombs, and homing spears. White laser, red laser.
Height: 150 meters
Weight: 25 tons
Trademarks: Ice weapons, Legendary Speed. Angelic appearance
"That's the most advanced mobile suit I have ever seen." Trowa mused, scanning the schematics once more. He still couldn't believe that any thing could go that fast. It was faster than even the Talgeese. Trowa flipped to the next page.
Objectives:
A) Infiltrate base
B) Copy suit info onto diskette
C) Insert Elmira virus into main frame hard drive
D) Eliminate X2
E) Destroy Base
F) Remain undetected.
Mission Status:
A- Complete
B- Complete
C- Complete
D- Failed
E- Failed
F- Failed
008 has been captured. Held at 28 N 32 E. All rescue attempts failed. 008 refuse to state anything besides rank and code name. If killed, the Agency will be greatly hindered.
I have to save her. Trowa thought, as he quickly rearranged the stack of papers and hurried out of the room. The green eye pilot rolled up the papers and slipped into hanger. "Where are you going?" A voice asked from behind him. It was Wufei.
"Egypt."
"Whatever for?"
"I have a ... mission,"
"Really, will we be getting the orders soon?"
"No. This is a private mission."
"Ah, I see. You will need my accompaniment especially since you only have the use of one hand." Wufei stated, eyeing his bandaged hand.
"No."
"No?" Wufei's thin eyebrows arched in surprise at the quiet soldier's relatively loud response.
"This is something I must do alone, follow me if you wish, but stay out of my way."
"Did you and Heero switch bodies with notifying me about it?"
"Funny," Trowa stated, slightly amused. He jumped up into the cockpit, strapping himself into the seat. With his working hand, he shut the hatch.
"Coordinates of desired destination?"
"Twenty-eight degrees north latitude and thirty-two degrees east longitude."
"Destination confirmed. Estimated flight time: Two hours and twenty-two minutes."
Trowa typed in the proper codes, and Heavyarms blasted out of the hanger.
~
"I grow tired of your insolence, fifteen!"
The woman regarded, as fifteen did nothing. Her arms were cuffed over her head, the metal links cutting into her wrists. A silk black blindfold, covering her bruised eyes.
"I will ask you once more, Who sent you?"
With one shoulder, number fifteen shrugged. The man interrogating her brought the butt of a sniper rifle across her face. Her head snapped to the side, bloods spurting from nose and mouth.
"Who sent you?"
"I'll never tell," She growled, turning to face the voice
"Suit your self," He stated, slamming the rifle into her face once more. Between kicks, punches and gun butts number fifteen was questioned and ridiculed, but the words never met her ears.
"I don't think she's going to tell us anything, and the boss wants her alive for some reason."
The guy gave up, and left.
I wish you were here, Nanashi, I wish you were here.
Number fifteen rested her face into her own shoulder, a single tear snaking down her marred face.
~
Trowa's grip on the controls loosened, ad he clutched his chest, bowing his head,
"Luna... what are they doing to you?"
He grunted slightly, grasping the controls, and directing Heavyarms in the proper direction.
"Golden Sands Base, Egypt is fifteen minutes from the current location. Would you like an overview of the base?"
"Yes."
"The base is fairly large, about 50 square miles. It is also well guarded, twelve mobile dolls on each side. But the dolls are only activated when an unidentified flying object is detected on radar. The radar has been weakened by the Elmira virus, so infiltration will be simple. Inquiries?"
"Where are prisoners kept?"
"Searching for information... new prisoners are kept in the west wing, on the twelfth floor. The prisoner's mobile suits are kept on the hanger below the ground."
"How well are the prisoners and their suits guarded?"
"Two soldiers per cell, password protected hanger."
"Give me a list of the suits in the hanger."
"Searching... Searching. Four suits as of 0800. Two Aries, One Taurus and one... unidentified."
"Bring up information on the unidentified mobile suit."
The system brought up a picture of Ice Angel, confirming Trowa's suspicions. Trowa switched on the thrusters and blasted towards the base. He maneuvered Heavyarms behind the base, landing the suit far from view. He landed the suit, jumping out of the open hatch.
Just for the heck of it, he executed his trademark triple flip before landing soundlessly in the sand.
Trowa adjusted the pair pants of the uniform he had just acquired, they were a bit baggy for his taste, but they fit. Poor guy didn't even see him coming. He was a guard, slaking off a little bit. He didn't really expect to wake up in the middle of the desert in his underwear. Trowa nodded at the half asleep guard as he opened the gate allowing him to enter. He faked a sneeze, covering his face as he passed the surveillance cameras. The music that he always heard when she was around sung softly in his heart. The tune grew louder as he proceeded in the direction of the stairs. He opened the surprisingly unlocked door to the stairwells, silently climbing each stair. The music wasn't as far away, and Trowa could distinguish the lyrics.
Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember...
Trowa broke into a run, the music growing louder with each step. His green eyes darkened with determination, as he reached the top floor.
And the song someone sings
Once upon a December
Trowa sent two soldiers into the abyss of unconsciousness with a swift split kick, snatching their weapons and ID Cards.
"Hey you!" A male voice called from behind. Trowa whirled around, a Tech 9 in his grip. The other soldier cocked a cougar magnum, aiming it at 03's head, pulling the trigger. Trowa jumped, running up the side of the wall, he fired and blood spurted from his forehead. He was dead before he hit the ground.
"Who sent you?!" A gruff voice demanded.
~ An interrogation ~ Trowa thought, walking towards the sound.
"Gotcha!" Some exclaimed, as they wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling down.
Trowa struggled, but he couldn't breathe. He tried stomping his foot, but steel toed boots protected his tender toes.
"Nice try, twinkle toes," His assailant jeered.
Blue spots began to form before Trowa's eyes as he neared unconsciousness.
Someone holds me safe and warm.
Horses prance through the silver storm
Trowa reached behind his head, grabbing his opponent's neck, flipping him over his head. The anonymous soldier sailed into the wall, hitting the ground with a sickening crunch.
Trowa rubbed his neck, gasping in all the air he possibly could.
Figures dancing gracefully, across my memory.
Far away long ago, glowing dim as an ember.
Trowa walked up to the door where he had heard the interrogation, rapping his fist upon the metal door. It swung open.
"I'm busy." A gruff voice replied. Trowa narrowed his eyes, hating the man instantly.
"The boss said for me to give her a try."
The man nodded, placing his revolver back into his holster.
"All yours,"
"Did you do this?" Trowa asked, fingering the silver plated cougar magnum that was tucked in the waistline of his uniform pants. The man flashed a mysterious half smile, running a hand through his hair.
"Number fifteen? She had a smart mouth; I had to remedy that."
"Really. What is your name?"
"Marcus Hammer."
Trowa nodded, pulling the magnum out of its place in his waistband. The kickback felt good as he watched the one known as Marcus hit the floor.
"Pleasure to kill you," He stated softly.
"I'm not dead yet," Marcus said. clutching the profusely bleeding hole in his stomach.
"They're going to kill you," He said, a dollop of crimson blood spilling over his lips, preventing from elaborating any further. A smile curved his red lips, as he pulled a red lever with a red streaked hand.
"INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT!"
"Shit," Trowa cursed under his breath. He hurried in unlocking the shackles that were cutting into Ulna's wrists.
"You'll never make it out alive." The dying soldier said erupting laughter that switched into coughing. Once Luna was free of her confinements, he threw her over his shoulder, snatching up a machine gun.
"Theirs a stairwell at the end of the hall," She whispered, her lips gently brushing his ear. He nodded, walking backwards as he pumped hundreds of hot slugs into the advancing troop of soldiers. Trowa tossed Luna into the stairwell, praying she wouldn't further injure self. He reloaded the machine gun, pouring a clip of speeding bullets before slipping into the tiny room himself. Trowa grunted as he sealed the heavy metal doors shut, he lodged the doors with his gun.
"We're trapped." He stated. Luna laughed, pulling her blindfold off. She didn't speak, but motioned for him to get behind her as she pulled her self to her feet. Luna pressed the two sides of the silver ring that decorated her middle finger. The red jewel glowed, and seconds later, a silver blast of light erupt from the gem. She aimed her fist ant the ceiling, blasting a hole through the roof. Luna reached for Trowa, holding onto to him tight.
"Hold on." She whispered. The blonde spy stomped her foot once, and a blast of hot air sent them upward.
"Holy Shit!" Trowa cried, he wasn't prepared for that. But his outburst was lost in the sound of the wind rushing through their ears. The two of them blasted over the base, zooming out of their enemies Luna laughed as they landed near an oasis, not far from Heavyarms was hidden.
"What's so funny?"
"I love flying," She stated. Trowa nodded. Luna's singsong laughter came to an abrupt halt as her haunting blue eyes stared into his mystic green. Her lips parted as recognition's heavy boot kicked in the ass.
"Oh my..." She trailed off, stepping closer. Their faces were very close now; he could feel her warm breath on his face. Luna gently touched the side of his perspiring face.
"They told me you died on that colony."
Trowa was voice had a hurt, childish quality making it seem even softer than usual. Luna skimmed her bruised lip with her tongue. She sighed, removing her fingers from the side of his face. The injured spy turned, limping towards the oasis. Her worn boots, in spite of her uneven gait, fell silently on the deep green grass.
"I did die on that colony."
Her statement was so cold, so emotionless; that her words were verbal ice, freezing everything it touched. Trowa didn't have to ask what she meant, he knew the feeling.
"Where is Heavyarms stashed?"
"Behind the trees."
"Excellent. Fly out of this God forsaken desert; wait for me in outer space."
"But you're injured." Trowa protested. She waved a dismissive hand, but regretted it as she winced in agony. The blonde pilot would have argued further, but he knew his efforts would be proven fruitless. Luna was not a stubborn person, but she could be just a little inexorable when it came to doing things on her own. He wasn't the one to change her. Trowa spun on the heels of his tennis shoes, moving silently through the oasis to Heavyarms. The silencer hopped into the bright red mobile suit, and blasted off into the night sky.
Luna pressed a button on her wristwatch. When it beeped quietly, she held the gadget to her lips, speaking softly. Whispering even.
"934, I've been rescued, come and get me."
"What is your position, double o eight?"
"The oasis near the Golden Sands base."
"Position confirmed, flight duration: Fifty-five seconds."
Luna pressed another button on her wristwatch, letting her hand fall to her side. The blonde spy averted her haunting blue eyes to the sky, awaiting the rival of her mobile suit. She smiled, waving slightly at the sight of Heavyarms zooming towards outer space.
"I can't believe it's him," She whispered, "after all that time I thought he died."
"My Nanashi *, always full of surprises."
If Luna had planned on saying anything else, it was lost, because Angel swooped down, the hatch hissing open. Ignoring the pain in her side, and arm, she climbed into her cockpit.
"Close hatch," She grunted, falling into the seat of the cockpit. The hatch hissed closed, and her angelic mobile suit remained stationery, awaiting instructions.
"Follow Heavyarms." Luna ordered, pulling her restraints across her chest.
"I told you so."
"Told me what?" She asked arching a blonde eyebrow.
"That if you tried to infiltrate without first planting the virus from a distance, you'd be captured."
Luna narrowed her eyes into slit, her nose flaring slightly.
"Strike one." She stated angrily.
"Me and my big microchip..." Angel grumbled.
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* I hadn't read episone zero when I wrote the first two chaps, and I didn't know he was called Nanashi. Sorry bout that. ^_^;;
Thanx for reading this chap! Another will be coming! If FFN will stop being down long enough for me to post my fic....*grumble-grumble*
Anyhoo, review!
~ Sylver Secret
