She was clad in clean blue jeans and an off white sweatshirt when she reemerged in the control room. Her old sneakers squeaked on the metal floor. Not yet an hour out and they're in trouble already? The other four doctors were visible on two way video screens. She gave them a tired wave.
"Now what?" she muttered angrily. Then louder. "Which one?"
Doctor J didn't bother turning around in his chair. "Heero, actually. Hee hee, and you predicted he would be the least trouble. No doubt you are disappointed?"
He should have been for all that training. "Oh, dear. My pride and joy has… sunk himself in the ocean. Well that was bright."
"He wasn't thinking he w-"
"Obviously! Otherwise he wouldn't have sunk into the ocean, taking a multi billion dollar piece of equipment with him!" She took a deep breath. Don't get angry, probably not his fault, some error, easily fixed. Jerk. "Okay, according to gundanium's impact tolerance it easily survived and should have shed that leo in the process. Who's in the area who can pick it up?"
Five pairs of eyes turned to her. She sighed. "Oh man."
There wasn't enough time to take one of the civilian flights but they had another plane with space earth capabilities stored there as well. It was supposed to take her to earth later, when she could inconspicuously enter the atmosphere but hey, what was five days? One hundred-twenty hours of sleep, reading, and free time. She popped open the cockpit and closed it behind her. Seatbelt, always important. The docking doors opened before her filling the view with inky blackness speckled with stars and a very large glowing green blue sphere. Ignition and engines to full…
Earth increased in size rapidly as she neared. The gundam had fallen to the bottom of the ocean after an attack by an Oz craft. All mobile suits were taken care of by the pilot. "Kudos to you for clean up." She could easily waft through the atmosphere in the debris that was already filtering down. The oz craft had left the scene long ago thankfully.
Entry was tricky, but expected and she held firm to the controls while the plane passed through the atmosphere. Suddenly the sea stretched out before her impossibly large. She passed through a cloud and set a course for the pilot. Upon impact he had been ejected from the cockpit, a major flaw in the programming. Should it have happened in battle the consequences would be unfixable. However it had proved invaluable in this scenario, she didn't have gear for deep sea diving and she certainly wouldn't be happy to try fitting his unconscious body into deep sea gear either. His body was some twenty feet under water, moving slightly with the tides. Shore was only several hundred meters away, just out of sight and they were due west in front of a soon to be setting sun. No plane, she would have to drag him. She had brought scuba gear, on the other hand.
Five hundred feet from his body she ejected, after setting an auto pilot to a safe house she had already established. Impact was a jarring shock, the water was very cold, even through her waterproof suit. She shed the seat that had inevitably popped out of the plane with her and popped the oxygen mouthpiece in. Swimming swimming…
She found him easily, he hadn't moved much since the last figure she'd received on the plane and his bright yellow-orange suit stood out, just a little. She grabbed the nape of his spacesuit and started to paddle. Heero, she had to remember to call him that, was the most temperamental of the group. Either in a solid block of self confidence and assurance or more lost than a kitten that woke up in the ventilation shafts. He was Doctor J's charge, trainee, and personal favorite. Naturally, if he wasn't then Doctor J wouldn't be training him. She saw the most of him since she worked with Doctor J the most and had observed him to be: quiet, obedient, completely obsessed with programming, and guns. Probably why Doctor J likes him. He was also pig headed to an extreme. Another thing he has in common with Doctor J.
A sever perfectionist and dedicated to the cause to the point of suicide. Speaking of which… She paused in the water and pried open the emergency self destruct that had come with the space suit. Water flooded the circuits. It won't matter, but just in case. Where was she? Extremely independent, self relying. She was really surprised when he had required 'intervention' not an hour into the job, she hadn't really expected it of any of them but still…
The sea floor came into sight and she began to feel the pull of the waves. She risked poking her head above the water. No one for a while yet, next person is what half a mile away? She planted her flippered feet into the sand and dragged him the last few feet up onto the sand. If all turned out well he would wake up before the tide dragged him out again. The person had closed three fourths of the distance and would have to notice them in a minute.
She tapped the visor on his helmet. "Be nice, and polite, mind your manners." She giggled before wobbling a few steps and dove into the sun lit waters. Guard my back sun glare!
Safe in the water she watched the girl, she's wearing a skirt she better be female, find him, and run for help to the phone on top of the wall. Just before the ambulance arrived to take the injured boy to the hospital he woke up. The girl, was kneeling with him at the time and had already taken off his helmet and was examining him. The first thing he did was leap to his feet and cover his face. It's not like that'll make her forget the last ten minutes she spent examining it.
Next he flipped open the pad on his left chest… I am a psychic! The self destruct device crackled and popped a fraction of it's intended capacity, which succeeded in knocking him backwards a good five feet. The ambulance was there by then and he stole it. After inflicting bruises on all of the crew, even the driver! Thankfully out of the entire string of mistakes, acting conspicuous, asking questions with obvious answers, hurting civilians, and in the first case leaving witnesses. Everything his training had taught him not to do, he did manage to get one thing right. He drove the ambulance on the right side of the road. Well, the day wasn't a complete failure. She swam away towards the safe house and her chairless plane.