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3 The Preventers: Friends And Enemies
Chapter 2- A New Mission
Three days had passed. Heero felt like shit. He walked through his room to get ready for the funeral. He had cried nonstop for the past two hours and he was just now stopping. His mouth thirsted for something to drink, anything at all. He felt dizzy, nauseated even. He ran across the hall to the bathroom and vomited. Trowa came in and handed him a glass of water. "It's time." Trowa said in the same monotone voice he always had. Trowa felt sorry for Heero. Heero and Duo were best friends. Trowa knew Duo well, and deep in his heart, he was mourning as well. Heero got up and hugged Trowa. Trowa patted Heero's back as Heero cried again. "It's ok. This is the time to mourn," Trowa said as Heero let go of him. Heero walked back into his room and shut the door. Trowa stared at the door to the room as he began to shed a tear himself.
It took a few minutes to pick out something to wear for the funeral. Heero wanted to look his best for his friend on their final day together. He finally chose a navy blue 2-button jacket with matching pants, a white shirt, and a black necktie. He walked out into the living room where his other friends stood. No one talked on the way to the church. It was odd to not hear Duo say something to lighten the mood. Heero looked out the window at the traffic, expecting Duo to put an arm around his shoulder and say something along the lines of "Cheer up!" But when Heero turned his head away from the window to look at Duo, he wasn't there. Instead, he was looking at Wufei, who was either meditating or sleeping. The limo's squeaky breaks brought it to a halt outside of the church where Quatre proceeded to get out first, followed by Trowa, Wufei, and finally Heero. The four walked into the church. The atmosphere is what struck Heero as soon as the door opened. The smell of incense and oil overwhelmed him. The church was relatively small but it was nice. Duo would have liked it. The floor was a light purple, while the pews were a lightly varnished wood. Behind the alter was a huge painting of The Last Supper. Above that was a white wall with a life-size crucifix with a spotlight shone on it from another part of the church. The four walked up to the first pew, seeing it was marked reserved for mourning family. Heero found it ironic. The four pilots were his only family. As the people began piling into the church, Heero grew nervous. He was giving the eulogy. He held the paper in front of him reading over the words, trying to quell his nerves. Before he knew it, it was over. They were on the way to the burial site. Heero had stopped crying but the hurt never stopped. He didn't think it ever would. Even when he was turning off the lamp in his room to go to bed it didn't stop. To Heero Yuy, it was only the beginning.
Two Years Later…
Commander Lady Une was in her office at Preventers HQ. She was just reading a report on her oak desk when she sighed. She put her head in her hands as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. She stood and turned around, looking out the windows that looked out into the square. She was scared. Something bad was going to happen soon. She knew this mission wouldn't be easy. Deep in her heart, she prayed that this situation would go away quietly and quickly. But she knew something had to be done, and it wouldn't be easy. She turned around just in time as Heero Yuy walked through the door. "Heero. Please sit down." She said with a welcoming smile. "Thank you," Heero responded, sitting down in a black leather chair in front of the desk, "you called?" "Yes. I have an assignment for you," she said as she handed Heero a folder. "What is it?" he asked. "This is the big one, Heero. There is an arms dealer on L2 who goes by the name of 'The Angel'. He recently acquired a weapon capable of mass destruction," she said, looking at him with complete seriousness. Heero gave an equal amount of seriousness. "What weapon?" he asked. "An EMP," she answered. "EMP?" he asked bewilderingly. "Electro Magnetic Pulse. It's created by setting off a nuclear device in the upper atmosphere, creates a pulse that destroys anything with an electronic curcuit. It's a very old weapon that was banned in AC 58. They were supposed to be destroyed. But obliviously someone hid one for some unknown reason. We don't know where he found it. But we do know it's on L2 with The Angel. Nobody knows where he is except for Rudolph Emerson; he runs a pharmaceutical company on the colony and gives funds to The Angel as collateral for bodyguards on a new drug called Comopin. It's supposed to be worth billions," She said, sitting down again, "Heero, you have an appointment with Emerson in two days. You are interested in donating $30 million dollars towards the research for the drug, which is used on patients with brain cancer. Your mission is to find out if Emerson knows where The Angel hides out and stop him from using the EMP. That weapon must be destroyed at all costs." "What about the Trowa, Wufei, and Quatre?" he asked. "This is strictly a covert, one-man job. This is Top Secret. You know the rules," she added. "Yes, I do," he said. Heero got up, took the folder, and moved towards the door. "Heero." She said. Heero turned around. "Come back alive." She said.
Heero popped two aspirin in his mouth as he entered Emerson Pharmaceuticals. He was wearing a gray suit with a white shirt and a purple necktie. He carried a briefcase and had the normal blank expression on his face. He always used this one during missions, kind of a habit. He walked through the marbled lobby and took one of the four elevators against the wall to the 104th floor of the building. The top floor of the building was exquisite: Maple wood lined the walls and floors leading up to the reception desk, where then you could take door number one on the right and door number two to the left. The front of the reception desk had the logo "Emerson Pharmaceuticals: The Pathway to the Future". A blond woman in her early twenties sat behind the desk as Heero walked up. "How can I help you?" the blond asked. "My name is John Crusher. I have an appointment," Heero responded. "Ah, yes. Mr. Emerson has been expecting you." The blond said, motioning for Heero to go through the door to the left. Heero walked through the door to a very lawyer-like office. Emerson was sitting at a mahogany desk, signing some papers. The desk was a cranberry colored with two wall-to-ceiling windows that were covered up by white curtains. A bar was on the left side of the room, while a very large re-print of the Mona Lisa was on the right wall. Heero was probably thinking that if Emerson had a location of The Angel, it would be in a safe. Heero also knew that when it came to looking for a safe, you always check behind the paintings in the room. He took a seat in front of Emerson's desk. Emerson looked up and looked like he didn't know who was in front of him. "Mr. Crusher?" he asked. "Yep. That's me." Heero said. "Ok. Now that that's out of the way, what can I do for you?" he asked. "Well, I heard from a few guys on earth about your drug Comopin. I'd like to make a research donation." Heero said. Emerson was surprised to hear this. Heero tensed a bit, ready for something bad to happen. He wasn't expecting Emerson to be surprised at all. "Well, how much are you willing to donate?" Emerson asked. "Thirty million dollars." Heero said, pulling a check out of his suit pocket and setting it on the desk. Emerson did a wolf-whistle as he picked up the check. "Well, that's a pretty big donation. You definitely came to the right man. Just to be sure, you do want to donate this to Comopin research right?" he asked. "Yep. That's the plan." Heero said with a smart-ass grin. "Well, I'll go give this check to our people down on the 71st floor and I'll be back with a receipt. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back." Emerson said, going out of the office. As soon as the door shut, Heero went to the painting. He looked behind it. Nothing. He went to the address book on the desk. He flipped throught it. "Ahhh… what have we got here." He said with a whisper. There was something under today's date labeled "8 pm – Stadium construction site – Urgent- bring money". It was good enough for him. He still browsed through the room to try to find anything else, but came up with nothing more than what he already got from the address book. He sat back in the armchair in front of the desk with an arm slung over the back of the chair as Emerson walked back in. "Ahh, Mr. Crusher. Here is your receipt." He said, handing a receipt to Heero, who was getting up out of the chair. "Thank you. I must be going. It was nice to meet you. I hope you use the money well." Heero said, moving towards the door. Emerson blocked the door. "Mr. Crusher, please, allow me to show my hospitality by offering some brandy." He said, smiling, literally insisting that Heero stay. "I don't drink." Heero said, still standing at the door. Emerson walked over to his desk and opened a box filled with cigars. "How about some Cuban cigars. Best ones I ever had?" he asked. Heero only smirked at the offer. "No, thank you. I must be going now, good bye." Heero said, leaving the office. Heero now only had to go set up something at the stadium, anxiously awaiting the possible arrival of the Angel.
Heero looked at his watch. It was 7:57. He had broken into the stadium two hours ago, searching the place for a good lookout point. Somewhere where he could see the whole stadium. He was currently in the announcer's booth. The stadium was set up for baseball season. He noticed a man walk in the entrance to the stadium. Heero could tell that it was Emerson. He was carrying two suitcases, and they looked heavy. Emerson was walking towards the pitchers mound. Heero then noticed two men coming out from the home dugout. So far, everyone was wearing black. The two men were about six foot and looked very muscular. Emerson began to back away. To Heero, it sounded as if Emerson was pleading. One of the two men pulled out a gun and fired two shots at Emerson, hitting the man in the chest. Emerson fell backwards onto the mound, dropping the suitcases. The two men took the cases and went out the main entrance that Emerson entered in. Heero went down to the field. He looked at Emerson. It was obvious that he was dead. Heero looked around, checking to make sure that no one else was there on the field with him. He knew he should leave; the two men that killed Emerson might be back. "Hello, Heero," a familiar voice said behind him. Heero pulled out his gun and faced the voice, which was coming from the visitor's dugout. A man walked out and stood in the light. It was Duo Maxwell.
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3 The Preventers: Friends And Enemies
Chapter 2- A New Mission
Three days had passed. Heero felt like shit. He walked through his room to get ready for the funeral. He had cried nonstop for the past two hours and he was just now stopping. His mouth thirsted for something to drink, anything at all. He felt dizzy, nauseated even. He ran across the hall to the bathroom and vomited. Trowa came in and handed him a glass of water. "It's time." Trowa said in the same monotone voice he always had. Trowa felt sorry for Heero. Heero and Duo were best friends. Trowa knew Duo well, and deep in his heart, he was mourning as well. Heero got up and hugged Trowa. Trowa patted Heero's back as Heero cried again. "It's ok. This is the time to mourn," Trowa said as Heero let go of him. Heero walked back into his room and shut the door. Trowa stared at the door to the room as he began to shed a tear himself.
It took a few minutes to pick out something to wear for the funeral. Heero wanted to look his best for his friend on their final day together. He finally chose a navy blue 2-button jacket with matching pants, a white shirt, and a black necktie. He walked out into the living room where his other friends stood. No one talked on the way to the church. It was odd to not hear Duo say something to lighten the mood. Heero looked out the window at the traffic, expecting Duo to put an arm around his shoulder and say something along the lines of "Cheer up!" But when Heero turned his head away from the window to look at Duo, he wasn't there. Instead, he was looking at Wufei, who was either meditating or sleeping. The limo's squeaky breaks brought it to a halt outside of the church where Quatre proceeded to get out first, followed by Trowa, Wufei, and finally Heero. The four walked into the church. The atmosphere is what struck Heero as soon as the door opened. The smell of incense and oil overwhelmed him. The church was relatively small but it was nice. Duo would have liked it. The floor was a light purple, while the pews were a lightly varnished wood. Behind the alter was a huge painting of The Last Supper. Above that was a white wall with a life-size crucifix with a spotlight shone on it from another part of the church. The four walked up to the first pew, seeing it was marked reserved for mourning family. Heero found it ironic. The four pilots were his only family. As the people began piling into the church, Heero grew nervous. He was giving the eulogy. He held the paper in front of him reading over the words, trying to quell his nerves. Before he knew it, it was over. They were on the way to the burial site. Heero had stopped crying but the hurt never stopped. He didn't think it ever would. Even when he was turning off the lamp in his room to go to bed it didn't stop. To Heero Yuy, it was only the beginning.
Two Years Later…
Commander Lady Une was in her office at Preventers HQ. She was just reading a report on her oak desk when she sighed. She put her head in her hands as she rubbed the bridge of her nose. She stood and turned around, looking out the windows that looked out into the square. She was scared. Something bad was going to happen soon. She knew this mission wouldn't be easy. Deep in her heart, she prayed that this situation would go away quietly and quickly. But she knew something had to be done, and it wouldn't be easy. She turned around just in time as Heero Yuy walked through the door. "Heero. Please sit down." She said with a welcoming smile. "Thank you," Heero responded, sitting down in a black leather chair in front of the desk, "you called?" "Yes. I have an assignment for you," she said as she handed Heero a folder. "What is it?" he asked. "This is the big one, Heero. There is an arms dealer on L2 who goes by the name of 'The Angel'. He recently acquired a weapon capable of mass destruction," she said, looking at him with complete seriousness. Heero gave an equal amount of seriousness. "What weapon?" he asked. "An EMP," she answered. "EMP?" he asked bewilderingly. "Electro Magnetic Pulse. It's created by setting off a nuclear device in the upper atmosphere, creates a pulse that destroys anything with an electronic curcuit. It's a very old weapon that was banned in AC 58. They were supposed to be destroyed. But obliviously someone hid one for some unknown reason. We don't know where he found it. But we do know it's on L2 with The Angel. Nobody knows where he is except for Rudolph Emerson; he runs a pharmaceutical company on the colony and gives funds to The Angel as collateral for bodyguards on a new drug called Comopin. It's supposed to be worth billions," She said, sitting down again, "Heero, you have an appointment with Emerson in two days. You are interested in donating $30 million dollars towards the research for the drug, which is used on patients with brain cancer. Your mission is to find out if Emerson knows where The Angel hides out and stop him from using the EMP. That weapon must be destroyed at all costs." "What about the Trowa, Wufei, and Quatre?" he asked. "This is strictly a covert, one-man job. This is Top Secret. You know the rules," she added. "Yes, I do," he said. Heero got up, took the folder, and moved towards the door. "Heero." She said. Heero turned around. "Come back alive." She said.
Heero popped two aspirin in his mouth as he entered Emerson Pharmaceuticals. He was wearing a gray suit with a white shirt and a purple necktie. He carried a briefcase and had the normal blank expression on his face. He always used this one during missions, kind of a habit. He walked through the marbled lobby and took one of the four elevators against the wall to the 104th floor of the building. The top floor of the building was exquisite: Maple wood lined the walls and floors leading up to the reception desk, where then you could take door number one on the right and door number two to the left. The front of the reception desk had the logo "Emerson Pharmaceuticals: The Pathway to the Future". A blond woman in her early twenties sat behind the desk as Heero walked up. "How can I help you?" the blond asked. "My name is John Crusher. I have an appointment," Heero responded. "Ah, yes. Mr. Emerson has been expecting you." The blond said, motioning for Heero to go through the door to the left. Heero walked through the door to a very lawyer-like office. Emerson was sitting at a mahogany desk, signing some papers. The desk was a cranberry colored with two wall-to-ceiling windows that were covered up by white curtains. A bar was on the left side of the room, while a very large re-print of the Mona Lisa was on the right wall. Heero was probably thinking that if Emerson had a location of The Angel, it would be in a safe. Heero also knew that when it came to looking for a safe, you always check behind the paintings in the room. He took a seat in front of Emerson's desk. Emerson looked up and looked like he didn't know who was in front of him. "Mr. Crusher?" he asked. "Yep. That's me." Heero said. "Ok. Now that that's out of the way, what can I do for you?" he asked. "Well, I heard from a few guys on earth about your drug Comopin. I'd like to make a research donation." Heero said. Emerson was surprised to hear this. Heero tensed a bit, ready for something bad to happen. He wasn't expecting Emerson to be surprised at all. "Well, how much are you willing to donate?" Emerson asked. "Thirty million dollars." Heero said, pulling a check out of his suit pocket and setting it on the desk. Emerson did a wolf-whistle as he picked up the check. "Well, that's a pretty big donation. You definitely came to the right man. Just to be sure, you do want to donate this to Comopin research right?" he asked. "Yep. That's the plan." Heero said with a smart-ass grin. "Well, I'll go give this check to our people down on the 71st floor and I'll be back with a receipt. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back." Emerson said, going out of the office. As soon as the door shut, Heero went to the painting. He looked behind it. Nothing. He went to the address book on the desk. He flipped throught it. "Ahhh… what have we got here." He said with a whisper. There was something under today's date labeled "8 pm – Stadium construction site – Urgent- bring money". It was good enough for him. He still browsed through the room to try to find anything else, but came up with nothing more than what he already got from the address book. He sat back in the armchair in front of the desk with an arm slung over the back of the chair as Emerson walked back in. "Ahh, Mr. Crusher. Here is your receipt." He said, handing a receipt to Heero, who was getting up out of the chair. "Thank you. I must be going. It was nice to meet you. I hope you use the money well." Heero said, moving towards the door. Emerson blocked the door. "Mr. Crusher, please, allow me to show my hospitality by offering some brandy." He said, smiling, literally insisting that Heero stay. "I don't drink." Heero said, still standing at the door. Emerson walked over to his desk and opened a box filled with cigars. "How about some Cuban cigars. Best ones I ever had?" he asked. Heero only smirked at the offer. "No, thank you. I must be going now, good bye." Heero said, leaving the office. Heero now only had to go set up something at the stadium, anxiously awaiting the possible arrival of the Angel.
Heero looked at his watch. It was 7:57. He had broken into the stadium two hours ago, searching the place for a good lookout point. Somewhere where he could see the whole stadium. He was currently in the announcer's booth. The stadium was set up for baseball season. He noticed a man walk in the entrance to the stadium. Heero could tell that it was Emerson. He was carrying two suitcases, and they looked heavy. Emerson was walking towards the pitchers mound. Heero then noticed two men coming out from the home dugout. So far, everyone was wearing black. The two men were about six foot and looked very muscular. Emerson began to back away. To Heero, it sounded as if Emerson was pleading. One of the two men pulled out a gun and fired two shots at Emerson, hitting the man in the chest. Emerson fell backwards onto the mound, dropping the suitcases. The two men took the cases and went out the main entrance that Emerson entered in. Heero went down to the field. He looked at Emerson. It was obvious that he was dead. Heero looked around, checking to make sure that no one else was there on the field with him. He knew he should leave; the two men that killed Emerson might be back. "Hello, Heero," a familiar voice said behind him. Heero pulled out his gun and faced the voice, which was coming from the visitor's dugout. A man walked out and stood in the light. It was Duo Maxwell.