Chapter 8 – Tracking Devices and Visuals

Note: Yes, I have already been asked about Quatre's mom. If you have read the beginning, it says "I have brought some characters back to life."

Wolfwood and Vash half marched up to a group of troops. Vash looked at Wolfwood and let him do all the talking.

"All right, listen up and listen well. You will take order from Captain Stampede and myself; only Captain Stampede and myself. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, sir!" All the men saluted Vash and Wolfwood.

Vash stepped forward with his hands behind his back. "Now that you know who you are taking orders from, I guess I will do the formal introductions. My name is Captain Stampede." A guy to Vash's right snickered. "If you or anybody else laughs again, you'll be denoted or killed." The guy stopped and Vash turned back to the others. "This is Captain D. Wolfwood. I expect all of you to follow our orders."

A man in the back stood up, saluted, then spoke. "Captains. I have specific orders to tell you we are to be on the front line tomorrow."

Wolfwood nodded. "Very well. Captain," he turned to Vash, "may be speak privately for a minute?" Vash nodded and he and Wolfwood walked over to a corner.

"Nick, I can't kill anybody. I can't believe I just said that."

Wolfwood smiled. "Its okay. Man Vash, if we're on the front line, that means we'll be head-to-head with Wufei's friends. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing."

Vash shrugged. "I'm not sure either. I guess we'll have to find out when we get there. Wufei wasn't kidding when he said it was going to be hard." Wolfwood nodded his approval.

Trowa had his feet and hands in handcuffs when he woke up. He blinked through some dried blood and saw a girl around 13 sitting on a windowsill. Trowa shook his head and started to try to get out of the handcuffs.

"Its no use. I've tried that way already. That is, when I was handcuffed."

Trowa jumped and stared at the girl. She had jet black, silky, shoulder length hair. The left side was tucked behind her ear while the other side hung freely over her eye.

'Her eyes… Her eyes are just like mine, but she has Wufei's hair. Also a slight kind of Quatre's personality,' Trowa though to himself as she unlocked the handcuffs.

"Aren't you fighting on Triez's side? You have his uniform on. Its kinda funny that he'd throw you in here. The only other one in here is Sugma." She pointed to a lump in a dark corner. "That's his corner over there. He got here a few months ago."

Trowa rubbed his wrists where they had gotten sore. "Can you tell me where I am and who you are?"

The girl smiled. "You are in Triez's dungeon area. Nobody gets here unless they are brought here. Nobody escapes either." She smiled, stood up, and walked over to the window again.

Trowa stood up too. "You never answered my second question."

The girl turned around. "My name is Rayne. I came to Earth to find my father. And to try to hide from Triez."

"Quatre, I can't upload his tracking device." Heero looked away from his computer and up at Quatre. "You didn't take it off him, did you?"

Quatre shook his head. "NO, not that I know of. Wait, what do you mean tracking device?"

Heero looked at Duo. "You didn't tell them?!"

Duo stepped back. He looked a little nervous. "Well, I was going to. When I went to their room, they were busy and I, uh, didn't want to bother us- them." Duo gave a weak smile.

Heero slammed his fist down on the keyboard. "Duo! You were supposed to give them the tracking devices in case something like this happened! You weren't supposed to have fun and forget about it, baka! Mattaku no baka!"

Duo quivered. "Gomen, Heero. I didn't mean to."

Quatre looked between the two, then at the screen. "Heero, Duo! Look!" The screen showed four different, separate screens. Two of them showed a room with three people in it, one of which was asleep. The other two screens showed the hallway outside the room. Quatre took a better look at the two people awake. "Trowa! Trowa-san! Its him and he's talking to a girl! Trowa-san!"

Heero and Duo pried Quatre from the screen where he had placed himself.

"Troops!" Then men stood in a parade rest as Vash spoke. "Turn in to bed. Tomorrow, we fight. Goodnight!"

"Yes, sir!" Then men saluted and went off to their rooms.

Vash held out his hand to Wolfwood who was in the shadows. "Care to join me in bed?"

"Sure, why not Vash."

Vash blinked. It wasn't Wolfwood's voice talking back. Before Vash could pull his hand away, another hand grabbed his. He recognized it at once.

"Let go! Where's Nick! Knives, let go of me!"

Knives laughed and came out of the shadows. "If the leading group doesn't have a leader, then what do they do?" Knives pulled Vash over to him and stuck a gun to his head. "Don't move or I might hurt you."

Vash whimpered a bit. "Where's Nick!"

Knives laughed. "You'll soon find out, Captain Stampede."