Author's Notes: Well, fasten your seatbelts, guys, 'cause here we go...lets
go find Duo…Shin's Voice is ready.
"Of Good-byes And Returns"
Chapter Two
"Look at that"…
"That's a Gundam Pilot?"
"We have young soldiers, but a Gundam Pilot of his age?"
"Don't get any closer…"
"Rick says they'll be watching him…"
The voices of the habitants of satellite 7XB, the main location of the rebel's zone, could be heard around Heero while he walked beside Commander Rick Sunders of the Rebel Forces. Heero had just arrived four days after Preventors notified about the mission.
"I'm sorry for the comments, pilot, but you must understand we can't trust in no one by now" –Rick apologized while he showed Heero the place.
The guy was tall, short black hair, rough complexion, very impressive. He was carrying a new laser gun model, just to make clear he had the command there. Rick pointed to every building around.
"That's the warehouse, that's the main hangar, that's the weapon's store room, that's the vigilance station or crow's nest but you can't go there, that's the social rehabilitation building…"
"What?" –Heero asked.
"The rehabilitation building. There's where all the wounded soldiers recuperate while they heal and some of them live there after leaving the hospital. A lot of them are either strangers or soldiers from other zones, so we always keep an eye on them…"
"What do you mean strangers?" –Heero replied.
"Yes. We have several ships in charge of patrolling the different satellites after our battles, in order to pick up the wounded ones and then bring them here. Most of them aren't conscious yet or have lots their memory, so we don't know who they are." –Rick shrugged.
"Understand" –Heero said, fixing his glance over the place. Maybe, just maybe, there could be a possibility…
He gave some steps before stating:
"I'll be checking all the buildings this day, to know what we are depending on. The rehabilitation building and even the vigilance station you said I couldn't go…"
"Hum, well, ok. It's not really important after all. But here, we are used to leave the vigilant do his work alone. He's a mercenary who has been helping us for a while."
Heero nodded, but he continued walking towards the social building.
And from one of the windows of that same building, the silhouette of a young stranger was watching the Japanese pilot.
"Heero Yuy" –the shadow murmured, backing off to hide itself.
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"Who's that?" –a serious voice interrogated Rick.
"Heero Yuy, Gundam Pilot sent to give us hand in all this" –the tall commander answered, looking through the window.
"We don't need him. Why did you let him stay?" –the antisocial guy from the vigilance station asked, sitting in front of his laptop and a gun's collection. Typical mercenary after all.
"Come on, Havoc, we do need all the help we can get if we are going to beat OZ. We'll keep an eye on him" –Rick said thoughtfully.
"You better do it. Remember we have an spy among our own lines" –Havoc said unkindly.
"Sure. We'll see if we can trust in the pilot. We trust in a mercenary like you, after all…" –Rick half smiled leaving the house.
"A mercenary like me" –Havoc murmured seriously, watching Rick leaving through his dark glasses.
Then, he changed the image of the screen, replacing it by the OZ sign.
"So, lets see which are the orders for this day" –the guy murmured checking the information- "To keep a very close eye over the Gundam Pilot, huh? I supposed so…"
Meanwhile, Heero was walking in the social building corridors. Beside him, one of the officers in charge was informing him about the residents.
"As I told you, Mr. Yuy, we do not have name's lists here. Our lists are based in the dates and places where the wounded are retrieved. Then, we assigned them a number" –the officer said, handing Heero a list of 5 serial numbers- "These 5 residents are the ones who fit in with the information you gave me. The only strangers we have received 4 or 3 weeks ago."
"Thanks" –Heero said in his indifferent voice, taking the list and checking it.
"If you give me the name, I could check the list of the ones we do know…maybe he's there" –the man suggested.
"No. I've already checked up that list and he's not there" –Heero answered, walking away from the officer.
He took the lateral corridor in order to take the elevator and start looking for those numbers, but his eyes narrowed instantly. Some one was following him. He turned back, but there was not a single soul behind.
He continued walking in silence, aware of the presence tracking him down. Whoever it was, his stalker was surely good at this, because even if Heero could sense him, he wasn't sure where the follower was.
The shadow stiffened when he realized Heero had discovered him. He rapidly moved to the next hall, hiding himself in a corner, waiting for the moment to continue with his chase. The shadow wasn't tall, his complexion kind of thin, and his silhouette was covered by a huge brown coat, with the hood over his head, completely hiding him.
During that afternoon and the next day, Heero confirmed his suspects of being watched. He knew that some of Rick's men were always close to him, following almost everywhere. But Heero had noticed someone else. An odd shadow around him, someone who must be very well trained to follow him with that impressive care.
He put away his thoughts as he walked to look for the 4th number in the list. He had been able to pot the first three numbers among so many people, but he hadn't had success. The first two were wounded soldiers still unconscious. The third one was a young woman. And when he asked about the forth one, he could see a glimpse of hope.
According with one of the nurses, it was a young American who had lost his memory after a battle, but no one knew who he was. He loved hamburgers and could play cards…
Heero found himself walking a little too fast, reaching the room where the resident was supposed to be. He scowled to himself for a minute. Why was he so desperate? Why was he holding hopes? It was practically impossible…
"But maybe…just maybe…" –Heero thought, looking around.
"You cheated, KT-32!" –someone said ahead.
"I did not!" –a young voice replied.
"Lets go, guys, he always wins playing cards" –one of the residents said as he and other 2 guys stood up and left.
"Losers!" –the youngster laughed.
Heero took a look at the list. That was it, the number was KT-32.
"Hey, 32" –Heero called from behind.
"Who? Me?" –the guy said, turning around.
Heero blinked. Standing in front of him was a young American of his age, but he was blond and sort of fat.
"Don't get closer…he is the Gundam pilot…" –some voices around warned the boy.
"May I help you?" –the boy asked without stepping forward.
"No. It was nothing." –Heero said turning and leaving the room.
'Fool' –Heero thought to himself- 'What were you expecting?' –he went on, but suddenly, he stopped and looked around.
Again, there was that shadow again. But the presence was rapidly gone and lost among the people in the hall.
Heero frowned and checked up the list. One last number. He approached the girl in the counter, thinking for a minute about the peculiar characteristic of this zone. Almost all the soldiers were very young. Even the officers and chiefs were just a little older than he. Well, with the exception of Rick and the board of generals, who were in their 30s and 40s.
"Yes, sir?" –the girl asked.
"Where's this number? –Heero asked seriously, putting the paper over the counter.
She took it and checked in her computer.
"Sorry, mister, but this number is not in rehabilitation now. According with the data, it came here like 3 weeks ago, but now he has healed and he can go wherever he wants to…"
"Hn" –was Heero's reply.
The girl looked at the information one more time, thinking for a brief moment.
"I believe I remember him. Yes, he came here three weeks ago. I remember him because I thought it was weird that he didn't give his name or soldier's code, because he was indeed a trained youngster. The officers kept him watched for a while, but then he was free to go. I always thought he was hiding something, but no one believed me. When he left the building, he was wearing a big brown coat…I haven't seen him for a while…"
The girl shrugged and then went back to her work.
Heero just nodded and exited the building. Maybe he had found the shadow following him. Maybe the shadow was whom he thought. But then…why was he hiding from him?
Heero stopped in his tracks. Some meters ahead, Rick and the generals were talking seriously. It seemed something important.
Heero scowled him again for forgetting his main mission there. He was supposed to help in battle. He stepped closer and looked at Rick directly.
"We got some news" –Rick informed- "Four OZ ships are heading towards here. We believe the carriers are just a façade, because the OZ reports say there are only 10 Aries and 4 or 5 Dolls. The rest of the space is being occupied by foot-troops, ready to strike into ground"
"That's…terrible" –one of the officers said.
"Yes. It's now confirmed that we have an OZ spy in the base. It's obvious that this spy informed OZ that our soldier's troops are not prepared to cope a corporal battle now. That's why they are attacking likes this. However, thanks to this previous information, we can prepare our defenses better…"
"Where did you get that information?" –Heero interrupted Rick.
"From Havoc" –Rick stated simply- "He intercepts OZ's communications and tell us what they are planning…"
"And that's reliable information?" –Heero folded arms.
"Yes. We have saved a lot of patrols thank to his information" –Rick replied.
"You said he was a mercenary. Can you trust in a mercenary?" –Heero asked again, not quite convinced.
"We can trust Havoc. He even helps us in battle if necessary" –Rick explained and then, everyone turned to leave to prepare the battle formations.
"I don't think so. A spy's technique. First, the spy gains their confidence, then, he gives false information…." –Heero thought briefly- "It looks like a trap here. Though I can't assure anything yet. I better pay a visit to the crow's nest…"
To Be Continued
********************Shinigami's Voice***********************
A/N: What do you think? Comments welcomed…please R&R!
"Of Good-byes And Returns"
Chapter Two
"Look at that"…
"That's a Gundam Pilot?"
"We have young soldiers, but a Gundam Pilot of his age?"
"Don't get any closer…"
"Rick says they'll be watching him…"
The voices of the habitants of satellite 7XB, the main location of the rebel's zone, could be heard around Heero while he walked beside Commander Rick Sunders of the Rebel Forces. Heero had just arrived four days after Preventors notified about the mission.
"I'm sorry for the comments, pilot, but you must understand we can't trust in no one by now" –Rick apologized while he showed Heero the place.
The guy was tall, short black hair, rough complexion, very impressive. He was carrying a new laser gun model, just to make clear he had the command there. Rick pointed to every building around.
"That's the warehouse, that's the main hangar, that's the weapon's store room, that's the vigilance station or crow's nest but you can't go there, that's the social rehabilitation building…"
"What?" –Heero asked.
"The rehabilitation building. There's where all the wounded soldiers recuperate while they heal and some of them live there after leaving the hospital. A lot of them are either strangers or soldiers from other zones, so we always keep an eye on them…"
"What do you mean strangers?" –Heero replied.
"Yes. We have several ships in charge of patrolling the different satellites after our battles, in order to pick up the wounded ones and then bring them here. Most of them aren't conscious yet or have lots their memory, so we don't know who they are." –Rick shrugged.
"Understand" –Heero said, fixing his glance over the place. Maybe, just maybe, there could be a possibility…
He gave some steps before stating:
"I'll be checking all the buildings this day, to know what we are depending on. The rehabilitation building and even the vigilance station you said I couldn't go…"
"Hum, well, ok. It's not really important after all. But here, we are used to leave the vigilant do his work alone. He's a mercenary who has been helping us for a while."
Heero nodded, but he continued walking towards the social building.
And from one of the windows of that same building, the silhouette of a young stranger was watching the Japanese pilot.
"Heero Yuy" –the shadow murmured, backing off to hide itself.
----------------------------------------------0----------------------------- ------------------
"Who's that?" –a serious voice interrogated Rick.
"Heero Yuy, Gundam Pilot sent to give us hand in all this" –the tall commander answered, looking through the window.
"We don't need him. Why did you let him stay?" –the antisocial guy from the vigilance station asked, sitting in front of his laptop and a gun's collection. Typical mercenary after all.
"Come on, Havoc, we do need all the help we can get if we are going to beat OZ. We'll keep an eye on him" –Rick said thoughtfully.
"You better do it. Remember we have an spy among our own lines" –Havoc said unkindly.
"Sure. We'll see if we can trust in the pilot. We trust in a mercenary like you, after all…" –Rick half smiled leaving the house.
"A mercenary like me" –Havoc murmured seriously, watching Rick leaving through his dark glasses.
Then, he changed the image of the screen, replacing it by the OZ sign.
"So, lets see which are the orders for this day" –the guy murmured checking the information- "To keep a very close eye over the Gundam Pilot, huh? I supposed so…"
Meanwhile, Heero was walking in the social building corridors. Beside him, one of the officers in charge was informing him about the residents.
"As I told you, Mr. Yuy, we do not have name's lists here. Our lists are based in the dates and places where the wounded are retrieved. Then, we assigned them a number" –the officer said, handing Heero a list of 5 serial numbers- "These 5 residents are the ones who fit in with the information you gave me. The only strangers we have received 4 or 3 weeks ago."
"Thanks" –Heero said in his indifferent voice, taking the list and checking it.
"If you give me the name, I could check the list of the ones we do know…maybe he's there" –the man suggested.
"No. I've already checked up that list and he's not there" –Heero answered, walking away from the officer.
He took the lateral corridor in order to take the elevator and start looking for those numbers, but his eyes narrowed instantly. Some one was following him. He turned back, but there was not a single soul behind.
He continued walking in silence, aware of the presence tracking him down. Whoever it was, his stalker was surely good at this, because even if Heero could sense him, he wasn't sure where the follower was.
The shadow stiffened when he realized Heero had discovered him. He rapidly moved to the next hall, hiding himself in a corner, waiting for the moment to continue with his chase. The shadow wasn't tall, his complexion kind of thin, and his silhouette was covered by a huge brown coat, with the hood over his head, completely hiding him.
During that afternoon and the next day, Heero confirmed his suspects of being watched. He knew that some of Rick's men were always close to him, following almost everywhere. But Heero had noticed someone else. An odd shadow around him, someone who must be very well trained to follow him with that impressive care.
He put away his thoughts as he walked to look for the 4th number in the list. He had been able to pot the first three numbers among so many people, but he hadn't had success. The first two were wounded soldiers still unconscious. The third one was a young woman. And when he asked about the forth one, he could see a glimpse of hope.
According with one of the nurses, it was a young American who had lost his memory after a battle, but no one knew who he was. He loved hamburgers and could play cards…
Heero found himself walking a little too fast, reaching the room where the resident was supposed to be. He scowled to himself for a minute. Why was he so desperate? Why was he holding hopes? It was practically impossible…
"But maybe…just maybe…" –Heero thought, looking around.
"You cheated, KT-32!" –someone said ahead.
"I did not!" –a young voice replied.
"Lets go, guys, he always wins playing cards" –one of the residents said as he and other 2 guys stood up and left.
"Losers!" –the youngster laughed.
Heero took a look at the list. That was it, the number was KT-32.
"Hey, 32" –Heero called from behind.
"Who? Me?" –the guy said, turning around.
Heero blinked. Standing in front of him was a young American of his age, but he was blond and sort of fat.
"Don't get closer…he is the Gundam pilot…" –some voices around warned the boy.
"May I help you?" –the boy asked without stepping forward.
"No. It was nothing." –Heero said turning and leaving the room.
'Fool' –Heero thought to himself- 'What were you expecting?' –he went on, but suddenly, he stopped and looked around.
Again, there was that shadow again. But the presence was rapidly gone and lost among the people in the hall.
Heero frowned and checked up the list. One last number. He approached the girl in the counter, thinking for a minute about the peculiar characteristic of this zone. Almost all the soldiers were very young. Even the officers and chiefs were just a little older than he. Well, with the exception of Rick and the board of generals, who were in their 30s and 40s.
"Yes, sir?" –the girl asked.
"Where's this number? –Heero asked seriously, putting the paper over the counter.
She took it and checked in her computer.
"Sorry, mister, but this number is not in rehabilitation now. According with the data, it came here like 3 weeks ago, but now he has healed and he can go wherever he wants to…"
"Hn" –was Heero's reply.
The girl looked at the information one more time, thinking for a brief moment.
"I believe I remember him. Yes, he came here three weeks ago. I remember him because I thought it was weird that he didn't give his name or soldier's code, because he was indeed a trained youngster. The officers kept him watched for a while, but then he was free to go. I always thought he was hiding something, but no one believed me. When he left the building, he was wearing a big brown coat…I haven't seen him for a while…"
The girl shrugged and then went back to her work.
Heero just nodded and exited the building. Maybe he had found the shadow following him. Maybe the shadow was whom he thought. But then…why was he hiding from him?
Heero stopped in his tracks. Some meters ahead, Rick and the generals were talking seriously. It seemed something important.
Heero scowled him again for forgetting his main mission there. He was supposed to help in battle. He stepped closer and looked at Rick directly.
"We got some news" –Rick informed- "Four OZ ships are heading towards here. We believe the carriers are just a façade, because the OZ reports say there are only 10 Aries and 4 or 5 Dolls. The rest of the space is being occupied by foot-troops, ready to strike into ground"
"That's…terrible" –one of the officers said.
"Yes. It's now confirmed that we have an OZ spy in the base. It's obvious that this spy informed OZ that our soldier's troops are not prepared to cope a corporal battle now. That's why they are attacking likes this. However, thanks to this previous information, we can prepare our defenses better…"
"Where did you get that information?" –Heero interrupted Rick.
"From Havoc" –Rick stated simply- "He intercepts OZ's communications and tell us what they are planning…"
"And that's reliable information?" –Heero folded arms.
"Yes. We have saved a lot of patrols thank to his information" –Rick replied.
"You said he was a mercenary. Can you trust in a mercenary?" –Heero asked again, not quite convinced.
"We can trust Havoc. He even helps us in battle if necessary" –Rick explained and then, everyone turned to leave to prepare the battle formations.
"I don't think so. A spy's technique. First, the spy gains their confidence, then, he gives false information…." –Heero thought briefly- "It looks like a trap here. Though I can't assure anything yet. I better pay a visit to the crow's nest…"
To Be Continued
********************Shinigami's Voice***********************
A/N: What do you think? Comments welcomed…please R&R!