Chapter 5
They're getting careless. She listened as the arms dealers counted out the money 05 Wufei Chang had paid them for the ammunition. He should have realized mercenaries sell info too. As they were discussing now in their warehouse. They were trying to decide if it was better to notify the alliance or OZ of the large purchase of MS arsenal fire. Interrogation and death or… interrogation and death. The choices had the same result for the pilot either way. She clicked the safety off her gun and replaced it the left holster. She silently crept along the rafters of the roof. Shooting is so messy, and raises too many questions. It'll be so much easier if say they die of drug overdose perhaps? She stopped above their pot of soup, removed her other gun from the right holster and took aim. A thin stream of the black market's latest landed in the boiling pot with scarcely a splash. She waited for all of them to eat a spoonful. With at least 10cc even diluted in a two gallon pot, one spoonful will be more than enough.
By the time her feet touched the steel floor they were already poisoned enough by the hallucinogen they didn't notice her touch down just outside their ring. She led them to a nearby park before they became completely incompetent and left them. There was a slight possibility that they would live, severely impaired but alive all the same. They would not of course remember about their ammunition stores, or the money which Wufei had paid for it. Plus she needed some extra cash so it all worked out well, they were much safer now if they survived and she had extra supplies. A car! Don't forget the car!
A truck rather. But it was probably more helpful than a regular car, having more storage space and easier to get down the dirt road to her house with. Of course that didn't matter, what did was the size of the engine under the hood and how much she could pep it up by just tweaking a few things. I'll have it going 140 in no time! Yeah!
She took the truck and the money with her when she traveled back to her house. The warehouse's address started a list of resources she had yet to tap. She checked her computer for updates on the pilots.
Gundams Deathsythe and Wing were at the bottom of the harbor.
Wing in disrepair.
Heero imprisoned in military hospital.
Dorlin's daughter had brought him there.
Duo was going to launch an escape.
She grabbed the vid-phone and dialed Howard. Ye gods, he hasn't changed at all. Still got horrid taste. "Hi Howard, I hear you've got a job on your hands, want some assistance?"
Howard scratched his head and grinned. "I suppose you've got some kind of sixth sense for this sorta thing." He chuckled.
She grinned back, perhaps. "Na, my computer's just up to date. So you'll be over the harbor around six or so?"
She plopped a tool box on the deck and still carrying her bag of necessities headed for the hammocks to junk it in a dark corner. On her way back topside she paused inside the control room to see their progress. Duo experience with a crane was evident as he easily pulled Wing to the surface. Gods above. She groaned and hid her face in a hand, shaking her head.
He destroyed it! It's ruined and he only just piloted it through the atmosphere! Deathsythe was in much better condition only lacking in a few rounds and scratched up slightly. Duo's so much more cautious. Her eyes drifted from the gundams to their pilots. As soon as she caught sight of them she ran to the window and pressed against it in anguish. NO! Put back that wrench this instant! BAKA! She groaned and scratched at the window in pent up frustration. She walked to the door and closed it, sealing off the control room. "JERK!!!" "THAT'S MY FAVORITE IF YOU DO ANYTHING I'LL…"
She opened the door and stepped into the corridor. Two techies leapt back from just outside the doorway, sweat dripped down the collar of one while the other did his best to lock his eyes on the floor. You better worry, if I catch you eavesdropping again… She grinned and flashed her teeth before she strode down the corridor without looking back. Silly nosy techies. They raced into the control room as soon as she had disappeared from sight, collapsing into chairs. As soon as she was out of sight she sighed loudly and then began laughing hysterically. Intimidation is power!