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Bodyguards: Part II
Quatre had to admit that their arrangement was working out perfectly. His two new bodyguards melted into the shadows, totally unnoticed most of the time. They had control of his entire security staff, and organized everything quite well.
Quietly signaling with his hand, he summoned the girls from their posts behind him. Angel came up silently and took his arm lightly, her jacket identifying her as his security. Mako stepped up to the podium and wrapped up the press conference that had gathered for Quatre's statements on the unification between Earth and the Colonies.
"You know, you certainly aren't making this job very easy on us," Angel teased softly as she led him to the waiting limousine. "That's the third press conference this week."
"I'm sorry, I'm a busy man," he replied with a laugh. "Also, I contacted some old friends of mine. They've always been there when I needed them. I haven't seen them in a while, but they should be here within a few days."
"Backup?" Mako questioned, joining them at the door of the car.
"I guess you could call it that. I fully trust your capabilities, but I didn't want to leave them out," Quatre answered. "Besides, I'd never hear the end of it if I did."
"So who are they?" Mako questioned further, sliding into the car. Quatre followed her, and Angel slipped in and shut the door.
"A group of nomads from the Middle East. There are about forty of them."
"I see." Mako's tone hid all but a hint of her annoyance.
"Ease up, Mako. Any help we can get is welcome," Angel said, finally piping up. She was quite a bit shorter than the other two, around 5'2". Quatre had found out in the past week that she had a love for daggers and throwing knives, while Mako dealt more with guns.
"I'm sure you'll find them quite useful," Quatre assured her. Mako nodded and fell silent. "Oh, girls…there's a gala next week that I've been invited to."
"Turn it down," the girls both said flatly.
"Listen, Quatre, we need to keep you out of the public as much as we can without it seeming unusual. Big open spaces where someone could pick you off aren't good. And big fancy crowds would be tempting to your hitman," Angel explained.
"I can't," Quatre protested, "the invitation is from Relena, and it involves everything we've worked so hard to establish. Representatives from the Earth and each colony will be there. I have to make an appearance."
Mako sighed. "A gala, eh? One of those big fancy get-togethers where everyone is talking behind everyone else's backs for hours in their fanciest clothes? With caviar and escargot?"
Angel wrinkled her nose. "Allah save me from fish eggs and snails. Damn those French," she joked quietly. Quatre snickered softly.
"Yes, ladies, a gala. And we're going. Besides, by then the guys and my nomad friends will all be here. You'll have more than enough backup, and they've all had more experience then they'd like," he insisted. "That's forty-four able-bodied men at your disposal."
"Ooo…any cute ones?" Angel asked, looking hopeful. Mako laughed and looked at Quatre. He rolled his eyes at them.
"I'm not the right one to ask. You should talk to my sisters."
"All twenty-nine of them?" Angel groaned, paling.
"That's a lot of long-distance calls. The phone companies must LOVE you," Mako added. Quatre laughed and agreed heartily. He wasn't one to stay out of contact.
"Seriously, now," Angel put in as the laughter died down, "you said 'the guys'. You haven't mentioned them before."
"Old war buddies," Quatre said with a shrug. "They're the best of the best. You'll meet them tomorrow. They'll be with us at all times, more than likely."
"Are they cute?" Angel asked again, once more becoming the comic relief. Quatre sighed and shook his head, then laughed.
"I guess you'll get to judge for yourself when they arrive tomorrow," he replied.
-The next day-
Mako lingered near Quatre, eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of danger. Angel had ranged a bit, doing the same. Mako could tell she was a bit edgy without her trademark daggers, though others wouldn't be able to detect her restlessness.
"They took your weapons, didn't they?" Quatre asked quietly. Mako nodded and glanced at him from the corner of her eyes.
"Yes. Her daggers and my guns. But we know other ways of defending you and ourselves."
"Daggers? That kind of combat has been outdated," Quatre commented.
"Not the way she handles them. I've trained her to block bullets with them. Besides, Mr. Winner…didn't your Gundam use scimitars?"
Quatre smiled and nodded. "You're right. But Sandrock was equipped with guns, too." His smile faded. "As much as I hated the war, and the killing, I haven't really felt complete without Sandrock."
"Well, the right girl might clear that up."
"Maybe." With an uncharacteristic and very lecherous wink, he added, "So, Mako…busy tonight?"
She only laughed in response and shook her head. "You silly," she murmured.
"Their flight's been delayed," Angel said, suddenly walking closer after glancing at a monitor. "And I've heard reports that the airstrip was snowed in this morning. They should be landing in a few hours."
"A few hours?" Mako asked, eyes narrowing.
"Yeah." Angel sighed and shrugged off her windbreaker. "We might be here a while."
"Well, if you put that back on, I'll take you both to a movie and lunch," Quatre offered. Mako gave him a suspicious look, and he laughed again.
"I'm still looking for the girl that will cure my loneliness, remember?"
"Oi," was the Japanese girl's reply. He grinned and offered them both an arm.
"It would be my pleasure to escort you ladies out this afternoon," he murmured, smiling.
They made it back just before the plane touched down. Angel was once again roaming around restlessly, eyes out for any suspicious characters. Mako let her eyes roam as well, seated next to Quatre at the gate. Angel walked closer as the people started exiting the plane.
"See them?" she asked. Quatre tilted his head back to look at her.
"Not yet," he replied.
"Well, you're not going to, either, if you're not paying attention," the English woman returned with a smirk. Quatre made a face at her and turned back to the gate.
Then, suddenly, a loud, "Q-MAN!" caused many people to turn their heads.
Running toward them was a tall American man. He was just over six feet, with twinkling violet eyes and a nearly four-foot-long braid. He was well- muscled and wore the collar of a Catholic priest. Angel lifted an eyebrow and looked at Mako, who shrugged in response.
The American embraced Quatre warmly. Suspicious, Angel's hands went for her daggers and she stepped forward. Quatre waved her off silently.
"Duo," he said, smiling at the beaming American. "It's been far too long."
"You said it," Duo agreed. He turned to Mako. "And who is this gorgeous creature?"
"Makoto Tanaka. Charmed." Mako stretched out her hand before Quatre could answer.
"Well…he's American all right," Angel confirmed with a nod. Duo turned to her, a retort on his lips, but he was rendered speechless.
"Quatre, pal, where did you pick up such fine-looking ladies?" he asked finally. Angel smiled and flashed her daggers.
"We're part of his security staff," she told him.
"I get it…hands off," Duo muttered with a wince. Mako flashed him a charming smile.
"You got it."
He groaned as three other men joined them. One was Japanese, also just over six feet, muscled, and lean. He had cobalt eyes that chilled even ice. His dark brown hair fell messily into his face, but that didn't seem to bother him. He seemed, in fact, like a statue. Quatre introduced him as Heero Yuy.
Next to him stood a Chinese man. He had a beautiful face, with finely chiseled features and depthless midnight eyes. His arms were crossed casually over his chest, his stance relaxed, but the girls both new he was a tense and tightly coiled as a cobra, ready to strike. He was named Chang Wufei.
Behind them both was a silent man, at least six and a half feet tall, with bangs that fell haphazardly into his face. Only one soul-searching green eye was visible because of that hair, but it was enough. His handsome face seemed carved out of ice. It was equally depthless and unreadable. His name was Trowa Barton.
Together, the five young men made a strikingly handsome group. Women passing by often stopped to gape, or drool. But the men were as intimidating as they were good looking. Maybe that's why they all were slightly surprised when Mako flashed them a warrior's grin.
"Welcome to the staff. Hope you don't mind taking orders from women."
Wufei scowled. He knew it wouldn't be a good day.
Bodyguards: Part II
Quatre had to admit that their arrangement was working out perfectly. His two new bodyguards melted into the shadows, totally unnoticed most of the time. They had control of his entire security staff, and organized everything quite well.
Quietly signaling with his hand, he summoned the girls from their posts behind him. Angel came up silently and took his arm lightly, her jacket identifying her as his security. Mako stepped up to the podium and wrapped up the press conference that had gathered for Quatre's statements on the unification between Earth and the Colonies.
"You know, you certainly aren't making this job very easy on us," Angel teased softly as she led him to the waiting limousine. "That's the third press conference this week."
"I'm sorry, I'm a busy man," he replied with a laugh. "Also, I contacted some old friends of mine. They've always been there when I needed them. I haven't seen them in a while, but they should be here within a few days."
"Backup?" Mako questioned, joining them at the door of the car.
"I guess you could call it that. I fully trust your capabilities, but I didn't want to leave them out," Quatre answered. "Besides, I'd never hear the end of it if I did."
"So who are they?" Mako questioned further, sliding into the car. Quatre followed her, and Angel slipped in and shut the door.
"A group of nomads from the Middle East. There are about forty of them."
"I see." Mako's tone hid all but a hint of her annoyance.
"Ease up, Mako. Any help we can get is welcome," Angel said, finally piping up. She was quite a bit shorter than the other two, around 5'2". Quatre had found out in the past week that she had a love for daggers and throwing knives, while Mako dealt more with guns.
"I'm sure you'll find them quite useful," Quatre assured her. Mako nodded and fell silent. "Oh, girls…there's a gala next week that I've been invited to."
"Turn it down," the girls both said flatly.
"Listen, Quatre, we need to keep you out of the public as much as we can without it seeming unusual. Big open spaces where someone could pick you off aren't good. And big fancy crowds would be tempting to your hitman," Angel explained.
"I can't," Quatre protested, "the invitation is from Relena, and it involves everything we've worked so hard to establish. Representatives from the Earth and each colony will be there. I have to make an appearance."
Mako sighed. "A gala, eh? One of those big fancy get-togethers where everyone is talking behind everyone else's backs for hours in their fanciest clothes? With caviar and escargot?"
Angel wrinkled her nose. "Allah save me from fish eggs and snails. Damn those French," she joked quietly. Quatre snickered softly.
"Yes, ladies, a gala. And we're going. Besides, by then the guys and my nomad friends will all be here. You'll have more than enough backup, and they've all had more experience then they'd like," he insisted. "That's forty-four able-bodied men at your disposal."
"Ooo…any cute ones?" Angel asked, looking hopeful. Mako laughed and looked at Quatre. He rolled his eyes at them.
"I'm not the right one to ask. You should talk to my sisters."
"All twenty-nine of them?" Angel groaned, paling.
"That's a lot of long-distance calls. The phone companies must LOVE you," Mako added. Quatre laughed and agreed heartily. He wasn't one to stay out of contact.
"Seriously, now," Angel put in as the laughter died down, "you said 'the guys'. You haven't mentioned them before."
"Old war buddies," Quatre said with a shrug. "They're the best of the best. You'll meet them tomorrow. They'll be with us at all times, more than likely."
"Are they cute?" Angel asked again, once more becoming the comic relief. Quatre sighed and shook his head, then laughed.
"I guess you'll get to judge for yourself when they arrive tomorrow," he replied.
-The next day-
Mako lingered near Quatre, eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of danger. Angel had ranged a bit, doing the same. Mako could tell she was a bit edgy without her trademark daggers, though others wouldn't be able to detect her restlessness.
"They took your weapons, didn't they?" Quatre asked quietly. Mako nodded and glanced at him from the corner of her eyes.
"Yes. Her daggers and my guns. But we know other ways of defending you and ourselves."
"Daggers? That kind of combat has been outdated," Quatre commented.
"Not the way she handles them. I've trained her to block bullets with them. Besides, Mr. Winner…didn't your Gundam use scimitars?"
Quatre smiled and nodded. "You're right. But Sandrock was equipped with guns, too." His smile faded. "As much as I hated the war, and the killing, I haven't really felt complete without Sandrock."
"Well, the right girl might clear that up."
"Maybe." With an uncharacteristic and very lecherous wink, he added, "So, Mako…busy tonight?"
She only laughed in response and shook her head. "You silly," she murmured.
"Their flight's been delayed," Angel said, suddenly walking closer after glancing at a monitor. "And I've heard reports that the airstrip was snowed in this morning. They should be landing in a few hours."
"A few hours?" Mako asked, eyes narrowing.
"Yeah." Angel sighed and shrugged off her windbreaker. "We might be here a while."
"Well, if you put that back on, I'll take you both to a movie and lunch," Quatre offered. Mako gave him a suspicious look, and he laughed again.
"I'm still looking for the girl that will cure my loneliness, remember?"
"Oi," was the Japanese girl's reply. He grinned and offered them both an arm.
"It would be my pleasure to escort you ladies out this afternoon," he murmured, smiling.
They made it back just before the plane touched down. Angel was once again roaming around restlessly, eyes out for any suspicious characters. Mako let her eyes roam as well, seated next to Quatre at the gate. Angel walked closer as the people started exiting the plane.
"See them?" she asked. Quatre tilted his head back to look at her.
"Not yet," he replied.
"Well, you're not going to, either, if you're not paying attention," the English woman returned with a smirk. Quatre made a face at her and turned back to the gate.
Then, suddenly, a loud, "Q-MAN!" caused many people to turn their heads.
Running toward them was a tall American man. He was just over six feet, with twinkling violet eyes and a nearly four-foot-long braid. He was well- muscled and wore the collar of a Catholic priest. Angel lifted an eyebrow and looked at Mako, who shrugged in response.
The American embraced Quatre warmly. Suspicious, Angel's hands went for her daggers and she stepped forward. Quatre waved her off silently.
"Duo," he said, smiling at the beaming American. "It's been far too long."
"You said it," Duo agreed. He turned to Mako. "And who is this gorgeous creature?"
"Makoto Tanaka. Charmed." Mako stretched out her hand before Quatre could answer.
"Well…he's American all right," Angel confirmed with a nod. Duo turned to her, a retort on his lips, but he was rendered speechless.
"Quatre, pal, where did you pick up such fine-looking ladies?" he asked finally. Angel smiled and flashed her daggers.
"We're part of his security staff," she told him.
"I get it…hands off," Duo muttered with a wince. Mako flashed him a charming smile.
"You got it."
He groaned as three other men joined them. One was Japanese, also just over six feet, muscled, and lean. He had cobalt eyes that chilled even ice. His dark brown hair fell messily into his face, but that didn't seem to bother him. He seemed, in fact, like a statue. Quatre introduced him as Heero Yuy.
Next to him stood a Chinese man. He had a beautiful face, with finely chiseled features and depthless midnight eyes. His arms were crossed casually over his chest, his stance relaxed, but the girls both new he was a tense and tightly coiled as a cobra, ready to strike. He was named Chang Wufei.
Behind them both was a silent man, at least six and a half feet tall, with bangs that fell haphazardly into his face. Only one soul-searching green eye was visible because of that hair, but it was enough. His handsome face seemed carved out of ice. It was equally depthless and unreadable. His name was Trowa Barton.
Together, the five young men made a strikingly handsome group. Women passing by often stopped to gape, or drool. But the men were as intimidating as they were good looking. Maybe that's why they all were slightly surprised when Mako flashed them a warrior's grin.
"Welcome to the staff. Hope you don't mind taking orders from women."
Wufei scowled. He knew it wouldn't be a good day.