Chapter 4-Heero Yuy
The break up hurt Heero the most. Piloting the Gundams had been his entire world. He needed that action, he thrived on it. With out danger and excitement in his life, Heero felt like a fish out of water.
The first year was the hardest. Heero spent his time in dead-end jobs, living in a dumpy apartment, barly surviving. Just when it seemed like his life was moving down a one way street, Heero found a new passion. He became a spy. For the first two years, all he did was act as an informant, a mole, but then the good jobs came.
Heero was lucky, very lucky. He almost came within two inches of danger, but always managed to escape. Once, at a job in Tokyo, Heero was assigned to retrieve some important documents, and to tap an office.Just as he was about to leave, Heero heard some one turn the nob. He had hid under the desk, and remain undiscovered for three hours, while the guy sat at his desk and blabbed on the phone. Heero barly made it out, if it hadn't been for the guy with the doughnuts, he would've been dead meat.
Heero's infamous record for no catches earned him the nickname, "Zero". A name he intended to keep for a long time.
After three more years as a spy, Heero took up another job. He became a hit man. This was, of course in his spare time. Heero killed many people, all of whom he had made sure were not too inosent, even he had a consious.
Two years later Heero retiered from his `hit man' job, while still maintianing his career as a spy, and opened a night club. This made a great front, to normal people he was the respectable owner of the club `Zero Hour', but to others, he was the man you hired to get what you wanted.
Heero later met a girl named Alex, whom he partnered up with. A year later they were married, they had no kids, because they both felt it wasn't good for their career.
Heero was quite satisfied with his life, but he knew that something was off. He often found himself dreaming about Wing Zero, and about his old buddies. He even talked about it with Alex sometimes. Space called out to his heart, every muscle, every bone in his body wanted to enter space again. To be free, to be focused. Heero wanted to feel the cold sweaty metal of the self-destruct device clamped firmly in his hand. He didn't know how much longer he could hold back these feelings.
The break up hurt Heero the most. Piloting the Gundams had been his entire world. He needed that action, he thrived on it. With out danger and excitement in his life, Heero felt like a fish out of water.
The first year was the hardest. Heero spent his time in dead-end jobs, living in a dumpy apartment, barly surviving. Just when it seemed like his life was moving down a one way street, Heero found a new passion. He became a spy. For the first two years, all he did was act as an informant, a mole, but then the good jobs came.
Heero was lucky, very lucky. He almost came within two inches of danger, but always managed to escape. Once, at a job in Tokyo, Heero was assigned to retrieve some important documents, and to tap an office.Just as he was about to leave, Heero heard some one turn the nob. He had hid under the desk, and remain undiscovered for three hours, while the guy sat at his desk and blabbed on the phone. Heero barly made it out, if it hadn't been for the guy with the doughnuts, he would've been dead meat.
Heero's infamous record for no catches earned him the nickname, "Zero". A name he intended to keep for a long time.
After three more years as a spy, Heero took up another job. He became a hit man. This was, of course in his spare time. Heero killed many people, all of whom he had made sure were not too inosent, even he had a consious.
Two years later Heero retiered from his `hit man' job, while still maintianing his career as a spy, and opened a night club. This made a great front, to normal people he was the respectable owner of the club `Zero Hour', but to others, he was the man you hired to get what you wanted.
Heero later met a girl named Alex, whom he partnered up with. A year later they were married, they had no kids, because they both felt it wasn't good for their career.
Heero was quite satisfied with his life, but he knew that something was off. He often found himself dreaming about Wing Zero, and about his old buddies. He even talked about it with Alex sometimes. Space called out to his heart, every muscle, every bone in his body wanted to enter space again. To be free, to be focused. Heero wanted to feel the cold sweaty metal of the self-destruct device clamped firmly in his hand. He didn't know how much longer he could hold back these feelings.