Mmkay. . .so far, all three Gundam Boys that have been mentioned in this
fic are captured. And. . .that's about it!
I don't really care if the facts I have aren't correct. It's my fic; I can do what I want.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing characters.
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Quatre bit his tongue so hard that it started to bleed. He really wished that he didn't know where Trowa was hidden out. It could be the downfall of all of them. . .
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Duo was hanging weakly by his arms, which were being pulled up behind his back. He, along with Quatre, now sported many wounds and bruises. The soldiers, very disappointed in today's results, untied him and Heero, picked Quatre up, and shoved them down the hall into their cell again, where Quatre collapsed onto the ground in agony when he got there. The fever had started back up again just at the end of Duo's, as the soldiers called it, Information Extraction Session. The pitiful boy could stay awake no longer than he could form the thought that Duo's body needed attention.
Duo stumbled into the cell, and saw Quatre fall to the ground and close his eyes. A worried frown crossed his face and he limped over to Quatre and put and hand on the blonde's head, then quickly pulled it back. Quatre was burning up. . .
"Hey, Heero! D'you think you could help Quatre a bit over here?"
Heero shook his head. "No, we just have to let the fever run its course. And it's not like we're going to be here for much longer. . .I expect the people will demand for our execution my at least the day after tomorrow, and OZ has to comply, or else they'll lose control over the colony."
Duo sighed in frustration, then settled for making sure that Quatre stayed alive, but that was before the exhausted Shinigami fell asleep.
Heero rolled his eyes, checked Quatre's temperature-it had gone down quite a bit-and laid down himself to get some sleep for tomorrow.
Trowa frantically searched through his documents for something that would tell him where Wufei was. Blast him and his secrecy. . .why couldn't he just have left a number or something? Finally Trowa just threw all the papers back into his desk and started planning to rescue his three captive comrades himself.
//How to go about doing this. . .\\
Trowa stood up and snapped his fingers. He had a suit from an OZ official- never mind where he got it-but it would work. He swiftly changed into it and found the number for the OZ station on L5.
Dialing it, the young pilot prepared what he would say to whoever answered the phone. The screen changed from black to gray and the face of an older man appeared. "Yes?" He sounded irritated.
"Sir!" Trowa saluted. He figured he might as well present a good impression at first. "I've been instructed to inform you of the general dissatisfaction among the people of the colonies, sir!"
The man sounded suspicious. "What kind of 'dissatisfaction,' soldier?"
"Sir, the citizens are displeased that the captured Gundams are not being hung immediately. I have been instructed to come over to L5 and see to the execution myself."
"Who gave you these orders, soldier?"
Trowa glanced down at a piece of paper on his desk labeled "useful cover information." "Brigadier General Alicia*, sir."
The man looked thoughtful. "Alicia, huh? She's pretty well known among the ranks.what's going on with her lately?"
"She was killed in action, sir."
"Oh. How awful. She was a wonderful soldier when she was young."
Trowa smirked. General Alicia hadn't been killed, she was very much so alive and well, and a wonderful spy for the Gundams in the OZ ranks. Changing identity frequently, each time getting "killed in action." She had just moved onto.he believed it was the name of "Moon."
He turned his attention back to the man, who was speaking to him. "And how, soldier, did you get these orders if she was 'killed in action?'"
"Sir, I was given them right before she died, sir."
"Yes.of course. Well then, I suppose that you must come over here and execute them."
Trowa saluted again. "Yes, sir!"
*Person in my original plot.sorry.couldn't get around using her somehow and not goofing the story line. Then I had to explain who she was.and yeah.
AN: Yeah.there's not much Quatre in this chapter.I actually wrote it a while ago and then just didn't finish it.but the next chapter will have a lot of Quatre angst. Because I just got a very nice picture that has inspired me to write again.
Reviews:
Rocky, your reviews make me laugh. Thank you so much.
Friezaess, thank you so much for reviewing! Dude, you are sweet! And so was the piccy. (she's the one who sent it, by the way.)
Minako 9, thank you! Even my best friend tells me I can't write in character.*sniff* you have no idea what this means to me! Just kidding.but seriously, dude, thanks!
Talian, *evil giggle* Torture and angst, girl, are the best combination ever. You rock!
Shadowofdragons, thanks for the review, and enjoy your yummy pumpkin pie!
~Lady V.
I don't really care if the facts I have aren't correct. It's my fic; I can do what I want.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing characters.
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Quatre bit his tongue so hard that it started to bleed. He really wished that he didn't know where Trowa was hidden out. It could be the downfall of all of them. . .
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Duo was hanging weakly by his arms, which were being pulled up behind his back. He, along with Quatre, now sported many wounds and bruises. The soldiers, very disappointed in today's results, untied him and Heero, picked Quatre up, and shoved them down the hall into their cell again, where Quatre collapsed onto the ground in agony when he got there. The fever had started back up again just at the end of Duo's, as the soldiers called it, Information Extraction Session. The pitiful boy could stay awake no longer than he could form the thought that Duo's body needed attention.
Duo stumbled into the cell, and saw Quatre fall to the ground and close his eyes. A worried frown crossed his face and he limped over to Quatre and put and hand on the blonde's head, then quickly pulled it back. Quatre was burning up. . .
"Hey, Heero! D'you think you could help Quatre a bit over here?"
Heero shook his head. "No, we just have to let the fever run its course. And it's not like we're going to be here for much longer. . .I expect the people will demand for our execution my at least the day after tomorrow, and OZ has to comply, or else they'll lose control over the colony."
Duo sighed in frustration, then settled for making sure that Quatre stayed alive, but that was before the exhausted Shinigami fell asleep.
Heero rolled his eyes, checked Quatre's temperature-it had gone down quite a bit-and laid down himself to get some sleep for tomorrow.
Trowa frantically searched through his documents for something that would tell him where Wufei was. Blast him and his secrecy. . .why couldn't he just have left a number or something? Finally Trowa just threw all the papers back into his desk and started planning to rescue his three captive comrades himself.
//How to go about doing this. . .\\
Trowa stood up and snapped his fingers. He had a suit from an OZ official- never mind where he got it-but it would work. He swiftly changed into it and found the number for the OZ station on L5.
Dialing it, the young pilot prepared what he would say to whoever answered the phone. The screen changed from black to gray and the face of an older man appeared. "Yes?" He sounded irritated.
"Sir!" Trowa saluted. He figured he might as well present a good impression at first. "I've been instructed to inform you of the general dissatisfaction among the people of the colonies, sir!"
The man sounded suspicious. "What kind of 'dissatisfaction,' soldier?"
"Sir, the citizens are displeased that the captured Gundams are not being hung immediately. I have been instructed to come over to L5 and see to the execution myself."
"Who gave you these orders, soldier?"
Trowa glanced down at a piece of paper on his desk labeled "useful cover information." "Brigadier General Alicia*, sir."
The man looked thoughtful. "Alicia, huh? She's pretty well known among the ranks.what's going on with her lately?"
"She was killed in action, sir."
"Oh. How awful. She was a wonderful soldier when she was young."
Trowa smirked. General Alicia hadn't been killed, she was very much so alive and well, and a wonderful spy for the Gundams in the OZ ranks. Changing identity frequently, each time getting "killed in action." She had just moved onto.he believed it was the name of "Moon."
He turned his attention back to the man, who was speaking to him. "And how, soldier, did you get these orders if she was 'killed in action?'"
"Sir, I was given them right before she died, sir."
"Yes.of course. Well then, I suppose that you must come over here and execute them."
Trowa saluted again. "Yes, sir!"
*Person in my original plot.sorry.couldn't get around using her somehow and not goofing the story line. Then I had to explain who she was.and yeah.
AN: Yeah.there's not much Quatre in this chapter.I actually wrote it a while ago and then just didn't finish it.but the next chapter will have a lot of Quatre angst. Because I just got a very nice picture that has inspired me to write again.
Reviews:
Rocky, your reviews make me laugh. Thank you so much.
Friezaess, thank you so much for reviewing! Dude, you are sweet! And so was the piccy. (she's the one who sent it, by the way.)
Minako 9, thank you! Even my best friend tells me I can't write in character.*sniff* you have no idea what this means to me! Just kidding.but seriously, dude, thanks!
Talian, *evil giggle* Torture and angst, girl, are the best combination ever. You rock!
Shadowofdragons, thanks for the review, and enjoy your yummy pumpkin pie!
~Lady V.