1 Sorry about the delay! My internet wouldn't work and we had to have
someone come fix it. The next chapter shouldn't take nearly as long to
post. *Angel
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3 Bodyguards: Part VIII
Wufei woke with his arms around a still slumbering Lian. How long had it been since he had last shared a bed with someone soft and warm? Years, he thought, pulling her a fraction closer. Many, many years.
He felt her start to stir and loosened his hold. He would not allow his weakness for her to show, for her own sake. If any of the Dragon Regime were to notice his interest, they wouldn't hesitate to use it.
Things were different in China. Just because a woman was a man's wife didn't necessarily mean that they were in love, or even close. He would act as the traditional, cold husband. She would pick up her part easily enough.
"Mmm…Wufei…" She burrowed closer, tightening her grip on him.
"Good morning." It was gruff, short. Wufei was simply glad his voice didn't crack.
"You're not a morning person. Neither am I." Her lips brushed his cheek and she sat up slowly. Wufei rolled out of bed quickly.
"You're right. I'll make coffee."
Lian nodded and stretched.
Give me strength…Wufei prayed silently, and turned his back to the tempting little vixen on the bed.
After breakfast, Wufei and Lian began skimming the area for known members of the Dragon Regime. Most members had a large, silver dragon tattooed on their body, some displayed it proudly while others hid it.
"Wufei…"
He looked down at her, her small form tense and alert.
"There." He glanced in the direction she pointed. "What should we do?"
Wufei straightened and began walking toward the man, a reluctant Lian following him.
~*~
Quatre had spent the day at the office again, this time with Mako. Angel had established a link with Wufei, and was monitoring their progress. Lian had introduced them to a tracking system that was undetectable from any form of metal detector and was wire free. It was small, very small.
So far there was nothing out of place. He'd made contact with a member of the Dragon Regime and was now invited to a bash. A bash thrown by the Dragon Regime. Dangerous, from the information that she'd been gathering from the internet and a few Chinese friends. The Dragon Regime had major power in most of the Asian sector. The Preventers hadn't had much luck in disbanding this large, organized terrorist group.
"Bloody hell," she muttered to herself, settling back in her chair. In five minutes her shift would start and she'd have to make rounds of the estate.
"Angel." Rasid's deep voice reached her ears and brought a smile to her face.
"Pop-pop!" she replied, turning to look at him.
"You and Mako have been doing an amazing job keeping Quatre-sama safe."
"Thank you." Unaccustomed to such praise from her father, for she hadn't seen him in quite some time, she flushed.
"The Dragon Regime is a dangerous group. It was once part of the Alliance."
Angel lifted an eyebrow. "That I hadn't heard."
"Yes. Lethal arms trade, with a hand in the Alliance's terrorism."
"Well…that's interesting. They've been around for some time, then." Her eyes fell on her computer screen. "I hope Wufei and Lian know what they're getting into."
"I'm sure they do. I'll watch for now, you start your rounds."
Angel took him up on that, walking the grounds. She'd reached the garage when she noticed a small flashing light. "What the hell…?"
She kneeled to take a look, then immediately raced for the door and ran fast.
A car bomb destroyed the garage. Angel yanked out her cell and hit speed dial #1.
"Come on, Mako, pick up!"
~*~
Mako was leading Quatre to the car when her phone rang. Sighing, she started to search for it in her bag.
"You get in, I'll take this call." She hit the button. "Hello?"
"Get away from the car!"
Mako's hand shot out and yanked Quatre away from the door. She dragged him away quickly.
"What's wrong?" she asked, breathing erratically.
"Car bomb."
As Angel said it, the car beside Quatre's blew up. Both cars were engulfed in flame. Shaken, Mako looked to Quatre.
"I think it's about time we settled the score."
"And made a call to Hong Kong," Angel added, sighing. "This is getting weird."
~*~
Heero examined what was left of the car that had once had a bomb strapped to its underside. There wasn't much to look at, however. Because it had cars all around it, the bomb had started a chain reaction. He shook his head.
"What do you make of it?" Duo asked, glancing around at the twisted wreckage.
"Nothing. A standard car bomb."
"Standard?" Duo blinked. "With all this damage? I would assume the bomb would take out two or three cars, sure, but the whole damn garage?"
Heero held back a sigh. "I don't know, either. That's all I can get from what I have."
"God, this is a nightmare."
Stoic as ever, Heero simply shrugged and headed for the estate. "We have been molded to handle nightmares."
"Well, I sure as hell don't want the sandman visiting me anymore," Duo commented as he followed. Heero grunted.
He had a feeling the sandman wasn't going to leave any time soon.
~*~
"Any news?" Mako asked when she and Quatre had arrived.
"Nah. But Duo has nicknamed our bad guy 'The Sandman'." Angel snickered. "I don't know why, but it seems to fit."
Mako frowned. "I just don't get it. What are they doing?"
"I can't help thinking that they're watching, and playing with us. I want to know what the hell the Dragon Regime is interested in, and I really want to know who's pulling their strings."
Mako looked to her in surprise. "You don't think they're masterminding it?"
"No. There's no motive, no need. They don't have any interest in the pilots, because there are no Gundams, and why would they care about the resource satellites? They deal with illegal arms."
"I guess that's why you're the strategist," Mako commented as Angel typed in a few keywords into a search engine.
"Know any hackers?" she asked.
Duo beamed as he walked in. "Did I hear the word 'hackers'?" he asked.
~*~
--Sorry for the shorter chapter! Full of action, though. *Angie
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3 Bodyguards: Part VIII
Wufei woke with his arms around a still slumbering Lian. How long had it been since he had last shared a bed with someone soft and warm? Years, he thought, pulling her a fraction closer. Many, many years.
He felt her start to stir and loosened his hold. He would not allow his weakness for her to show, for her own sake. If any of the Dragon Regime were to notice his interest, they wouldn't hesitate to use it.
Things were different in China. Just because a woman was a man's wife didn't necessarily mean that they were in love, or even close. He would act as the traditional, cold husband. She would pick up her part easily enough.
"Mmm…Wufei…" She burrowed closer, tightening her grip on him.
"Good morning." It was gruff, short. Wufei was simply glad his voice didn't crack.
"You're not a morning person. Neither am I." Her lips brushed his cheek and she sat up slowly. Wufei rolled out of bed quickly.
"You're right. I'll make coffee."
Lian nodded and stretched.
Give me strength…Wufei prayed silently, and turned his back to the tempting little vixen on the bed.
After breakfast, Wufei and Lian began skimming the area for known members of the Dragon Regime. Most members had a large, silver dragon tattooed on their body, some displayed it proudly while others hid it.
"Wufei…"
He looked down at her, her small form tense and alert.
"There." He glanced in the direction she pointed. "What should we do?"
Wufei straightened and began walking toward the man, a reluctant Lian following him.
~*~
Quatre had spent the day at the office again, this time with Mako. Angel had established a link with Wufei, and was monitoring their progress. Lian had introduced them to a tracking system that was undetectable from any form of metal detector and was wire free. It was small, very small.
So far there was nothing out of place. He'd made contact with a member of the Dragon Regime and was now invited to a bash. A bash thrown by the Dragon Regime. Dangerous, from the information that she'd been gathering from the internet and a few Chinese friends. The Dragon Regime had major power in most of the Asian sector. The Preventers hadn't had much luck in disbanding this large, organized terrorist group.
"Bloody hell," she muttered to herself, settling back in her chair. In five minutes her shift would start and she'd have to make rounds of the estate.
"Angel." Rasid's deep voice reached her ears and brought a smile to her face.
"Pop-pop!" she replied, turning to look at him.
"You and Mako have been doing an amazing job keeping Quatre-sama safe."
"Thank you." Unaccustomed to such praise from her father, for she hadn't seen him in quite some time, she flushed.
"The Dragon Regime is a dangerous group. It was once part of the Alliance."
Angel lifted an eyebrow. "That I hadn't heard."
"Yes. Lethal arms trade, with a hand in the Alliance's terrorism."
"Well…that's interesting. They've been around for some time, then." Her eyes fell on her computer screen. "I hope Wufei and Lian know what they're getting into."
"I'm sure they do. I'll watch for now, you start your rounds."
Angel took him up on that, walking the grounds. She'd reached the garage when she noticed a small flashing light. "What the hell…?"
She kneeled to take a look, then immediately raced for the door and ran fast.
A car bomb destroyed the garage. Angel yanked out her cell and hit speed dial #1.
"Come on, Mako, pick up!"
~*~
Mako was leading Quatre to the car when her phone rang. Sighing, she started to search for it in her bag.
"You get in, I'll take this call." She hit the button. "Hello?"
"Get away from the car!"
Mako's hand shot out and yanked Quatre away from the door. She dragged him away quickly.
"What's wrong?" she asked, breathing erratically.
"Car bomb."
As Angel said it, the car beside Quatre's blew up. Both cars were engulfed in flame. Shaken, Mako looked to Quatre.
"I think it's about time we settled the score."
"And made a call to Hong Kong," Angel added, sighing. "This is getting weird."
~*~
Heero examined what was left of the car that had once had a bomb strapped to its underside. There wasn't much to look at, however. Because it had cars all around it, the bomb had started a chain reaction. He shook his head.
"What do you make of it?" Duo asked, glancing around at the twisted wreckage.
"Nothing. A standard car bomb."
"Standard?" Duo blinked. "With all this damage? I would assume the bomb would take out two or three cars, sure, but the whole damn garage?"
Heero held back a sigh. "I don't know, either. That's all I can get from what I have."
"God, this is a nightmare."
Stoic as ever, Heero simply shrugged and headed for the estate. "We have been molded to handle nightmares."
"Well, I sure as hell don't want the sandman visiting me anymore," Duo commented as he followed. Heero grunted.
He had a feeling the sandman wasn't going to leave any time soon.
~*~
"Any news?" Mako asked when she and Quatre had arrived.
"Nah. But Duo has nicknamed our bad guy 'The Sandman'." Angel snickered. "I don't know why, but it seems to fit."
Mako frowned. "I just don't get it. What are they doing?"
"I can't help thinking that they're watching, and playing with us. I want to know what the hell the Dragon Regime is interested in, and I really want to know who's pulling their strings."
Mako looked to her in surprise. "You don't think they're masterminding it?"
"No. There's no motive, no need. They don't have any interest in the pilots, because there are no Gundams, and why would they care about the resource satellites? They deal with illegal arms."
"I guess that's why you're the strategist," Mako commented as Angel typed in a few keywords into a search engine.
"Know any hackers?" she asked.
Duo beamed as he walked in. "Did I hear the word 'hackers'?" he asked.
~*~
--Sorry for the shorter chapter! Full of action, though. *Angie