Chapter 11
She arrived in New Edwards, the town unfortunately built just outside the base's chain link fencing. Her small plane was not noticed and even if it was it had stealth capabilities so they couldn't see it, and even if they did it was the dullest gray imaginable so they would forget. She had both feet out of the cockpit and was about to start climbing down when she spotted the debris that had once been the pacifistic board. Damn.
She plopped down, not caring what people might think of a fifteen-year-old girl sitting calmly on the edge of a technologically advanced plane. What went wrong? She should have been able to prevent it. Wufei should have been able to prevent it. This was what she did! Was she loosing her touch days into the job? She shifted back inside the cockpit closing the hatch and activating the stealth programming, the exterior of the plane shimmered a moment before disappearing. Bingo with a capital B-I-N-G-hell capitalize the entire song I found it! A small organization in the deepest chasms of OZ's structure.
She opened her laptop. Where had the information for this mission started anyway?
An alternate window popped up. Breaking news. "deliberate attack from the gundams…General Noventa…colonies want war" She shook her head, but resisted banging it on the control pad, who knew what that might do to her flight. That was sneaky. Sly slimy terribly clever and sneaky, darn that Treize for having a brain. Noventa…that would stir the masses some. He was well liked. Grandfatherish old general with some weird charm people liked. She closed the window, she could always pull up the full broadcast off the network's hard drives later. Now back to the mission info…
OZ did announce it very obviously but even the gundams couldn't travel the entire globe in two days, their speed was extremely overrated. They all had to be in the vicinity when the news came out or before it came out. Which meant the doctors had known about it and had learned it from somewhere. She easily wormed her way through their codes, they were all so predictable after living with them for how many years?
OZ's Exceptional Scenarios Task Force, ESTF. Who names these things? And where do they live? It was a series of specially trained operatives who engaged in the difficult situations, things like infiltration and spreading rumors. Damn those doctors for their gullibility. She watched as Heero climbed out of the ground, the alarms had stopped ringing a while ago. She shot an odd glance at his tank top. Isn't he cold?
His lips moved, just slightly. She turned the sound sensors up.
"I screwed up. I TOTALLY SCREWED UP!" She studied his picture a moment before nodding sensibly. You got that right, in fact I couldn't have said it better myself. Duo and Quatre were still in the base fighting, if not for long. Trowa and Wufei, I mean boring-boy. Were working their way towards a cruise liner that was currently carrying Treize. She blinked at the map several times. They wouldn't kill him. It would solve everything but they wouldn't kill him. There was too much honor for them to destroy OZ's leader in anything but a battle and she happened to know how extensive aristocrats trained in fencing. Trowa had no chance, boring boy had a slim chance.
She needed to take her mind of the latest failure for a while. What could she do? OZ was rebuilding Tallgeese… She aimed the plane towards the Lake Victoria base. They have the blue prints and I need to do something. Besides, it'll give me unprecedented info on the MS. As well as an opportunity to look for ESTF.