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Chapter 12



"Man, Heero's really working his ass off on that Taurus!" exclaimed Duo, watching his amnesiac friend wield a spanner with practiced ease through the mechanics and hydraulics of the mobile suit's interior.

"Yeah, I know. Just like old times, huh?" laughed Quatre. "I've never seen someone do so many repairs in two days! He'll have it ready in no time at all if he keeps this up!"

"I just hope it helps him remember," put in Trowa, standing off to one side. He had some reservations about the whole project, but even he agreed that it was the best plan they had. Since Heero had wanted to spend more time with the machine, Quatre had asked him if he would mind doing a bit of work on it. As it was going to be the main exhibit in his new museum, Quatre wanted it to move about a bit and flash it's lights on and off, pretending it was firing it's beam rifle and things like that. He hoped it would convey the true terror of mobile suits to all who visited. Heero had been only too happy to help out.

"This power source is inadequate for the requirements," Heero called over to them. Trowa was forced to admit there had been a marked improvement in his condition since he started. He was even starting to sound like the old Heero again, focussed and unemotional. While this wasn't exactly character growth, it was better than the fragile, scared boy he was previously.

"The backup generators are working at full capacity Heero," said Quatre, "And there's no more input sockets on the machine. I suppose you could build in a few more, but that would take a lot of rebuilding and internal rewiring. It would take weeks."

"There's another option," came the stoic reply.

"What's that?" asked Duo, puzzled.

"I can reactivate the suit's main generator and channel it into the lights. That would give it more than enough energy, and there would be no need for all these cables about the floor. It would be easier to move and reposition the suit as well."

Quatre stroked his chin, considering the suggestion. "I suppose that would work, but it's too dangerous to reactivate the main generator. The suit would be fully independent if we did, and if someone managed to break into the building. . ." he trailed off.

"Hey man, don't sweat it!" laughed Duo, "Even if we did fire up the generator, the suit's still unusable, remember? I mean, you'd hafta reconnect the generator to the main computer, not to mention the thrusters and weapon systems, and I doubt Heero's dumb enough to do that by accident, right Heero old bud?"

"Right," answered Heero, void of emotion. He really was getting back to normal, thought Trowa.

Quatre frowned.

"Well, okay, but just be careful all right? This isn't a toy we've got here, it's a weapon of mass destruction."

"I'll be very careful," said Heero. Quatre sighed, wondering why he always let himself get talked into these things. Duo just beamed at his cohorts, cheerful at thee way things were going. Trowa was as blank as ever. In the background, Heero began the process that would restart the mighty generator in the heart of the Taurus, and smiled slightly.

*****

Relena had a troubled look on her face as she sat with her tea that night, sipping the hot liquid daintily. "What's wrong my dear?" asked Dr. Jay, dunking a ginger biscuit in his mug of coffee, a long-time habit of his.

"It's nothing," she responded, not wanting to spoil the good mood of the others.

"Hey, come on Relena!" said Duo concerned, "If something's up, ya know ya can tell us!" Relena said nothing for a second, then relented.

"It's just that I don't like the way things are going with Heero." The object of conversation was still in the hangar, working late.

"But things are going good," said Quatre in surprise, "He's been coming along well since we first showed him the Taurus."

"That's my point! I just don't think it's a good idea to try and jog his memory with a tool of evil. He might remember nothing but the battles, the destruction, the death. Is that really what we want?"

"I see where you're coming from Relena," put in Trowa, "But the main part of Heero's life revolved around mobile suits and fighting. If it jogged his memory at all, which it seems to have done, it would most likely bring back memories of his entire life, not just a fraction of it. Just give him some time. Once he's back to normal you can try and get him to open up a bit, but right now we just need him to return to his old self." Relena was slightly skeptical, but decided to let it pass. They probably knew what they were talking about.

The conversation progressed to more mundane things; the weather, plans for the weekend, last night's ice hockey results. Duo was complaining about the poor performance of his team's goalkeeper when there was an explosion outside.

"What the hell was that!" he yelled. Quatre quickly punched up details on his laptop.

"It was from the hangar!" he proclaimed in shock.

"Heero!" screamed Relena. "Quatre, do something!" The blond youth quickly typed commands into his computer, fingers a blur on the keyboard. He called up the security camera facing the hangar and put it up on the main screen in the room. The scene showed an enormous hole in the back wall, metal still smoldering at the edges.

The group watched horrified as the Taurus walked through the gap, sheathing it's beam rifle at the same time as it drew a shining cylinder from it's arm. Blue light suddenly streamed forth from the cylinder, coalescing in the form of a blade. "It has a beam sabre?!" roared Duo, incredulous.

"It-it w-was a-n-nother artifact for the museum!" the shocked young millionaire managed to stutter out, as before his very eyes the Taurus flashed the sabre back and forth, dispersing the trees that stood in it's way. Then, when the route was clear, it transformed into it's jet fighter mode, and blasted straight up and out of the camera's field of vison.

*****

Heero's fingers danced over the suit's controls as his expert piloting skills compensated for all turbulence in the sky. Looking at the display, he noted that he would arrive at his destination in a few hours.

"OZ. . . I will destroy you once and for all."



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