This is the next part of the two-part mission. We learn some things about
some of the girls. Oh and my cousin is mad because no one reviewed. Though
I don't care he's a jerk to tamper with my stuff. Well read and review this
one kay.
Disclaimer: I only own the girls and minor characters so don't take them.
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"Why does it always hafta be me?" Silver asked under her breath walking down the street. Then she remembered the time Sparky said that she had the aim of a hawk and the cockiness of a puppy. It was true she could get a little cocky when out on a job, well okay very cocky but that didn't mean she had to get stuck with this. Sandy had such a good aim that she could wake up from a daydream and shot causing the bullet to go straight between her victim's eyes, even if she was throwing a piece of cereal. Why had it been her to do this? She really didn't want to shoot a tranquilizer gun and right after she came back from assassinating a head honcho of one of the opposing Ozzy supporters. "Geez I have enemies on the streets to. I don't need this out in the open position." She said under her breath going into the shadows. One thing about Silver that made her different was the fact that she could see in the dark, it made things a little easier when making a kill. The only reason Silver knew the others is the fact that they met when visiting their uncles, who worked together. It was a pretty vivid memory in Silver's mind; Sparky was sitting on the edge of a table, Sandy was looking at different acids, Ivy was preparing an acid, Raven was leaning on the wall, then she came in and they all drew a gun. Their uncles smirked and introduced them. Silver at first staid in the shadows watching as they did their on things. All of them had been on guard for several reasons; Sparky was the top spy in the known universe and was known for killing when enraged. Sandy was the top assassin in the L4 colony cluster. Ivy was the top assassin in the L3 colony cluster. Raven was the top resident spy in the L5 colony cluster. In addition here was Silver the top assassin in the L2 colony cluster, five tuff, mean, merciless girls that would kill someone with out another thought on the subject. Silver snapped out of her thoughts when she saw Seiren walking down the street all alone. "Bingo." Was heard from Sliver's position in the shadows.
"Who's there?" Seiren asked looking around uncertainly. She had golden brown hair that fell in thick curls around her face all the way to her shoulders; deep brown eyes darted around looking at each shadow. She wasn't that tall almost five-foot one, and looked like a slut instead of what the real Seiren looked like.
"Seiren." Silver said watching as the girl looked around.
"That's stupid, I'm like, Seiren." Seiren said in a snobby squeaky voice.
"I mean the real Seiren before she changed her name, mesu." Silver said labeling the girl before her an assassin-want-a-be.
"That means you're like, Silver Wolf, but I thought she was like, dead." Seiren said in the same type of voice though this time it seemed a little more worried. "Ya can't be, you must be a street rat out for like, my money."
"Say good night." Silver said getting sick of the girl. She aimed and shot the dart; it landed right into Seiren's left arm. Silver walked up the sleeping from of Seiren. "I was wrong you're worse then a female dog." She said grabbing the dart and taking off back to the apartment they staid at.
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Sparky walked into a vacant warehouse that was pretty plain. She had Hale over her shoulder and her gun in her hand. Her mission was simple after getting caught warm up to one of the Ozzies then knock them out and bring them to the warehouse. Here her uncle and his friends would set up the link in the Ozzy's mind. This was pretty simple; a microchip was planted into the mind of the Ozzy then linked. It would send a signal to her uncle's and her computer so they knew when and where OZ would attack. "Uncle I've brought you one of them. I didn't see the use of warming up to her." She said as the warehouse became alive with hidden computers, and medical supplies. Five figures where standing there all hidden by the shadows.
"Good set her down on the table then go back." One of the figures said. Sparky put Hale on the medical table and left. She walked down the street and soon ran into Silver.
"What are you doing here?" Sparky asked looking at Silver who looked back at her.
"I was goin' ta asked ya the same question." Silver said looking confused for a second.
"Well my mission was a success and I was going back to the apartment." Sparky said cracking her neck.
"Oh well me to." Silver said looking around quickly. "Why where ya comin' from the south east, I thought the bass was in the north west?"
"It is I just came back from a meeting with our uncles. It was concerning my mission." Sparky said as the two made it into the door of the apartment. It was one in the morning and everyone was asleep. They entered in complete stealth not waking any one; because of Silver and Dou they had coed rooms. There where only five bedrooms so that meant they had to sleep in the same bed or one on the floor and one on the bed. Sparky and Heero didn't care just as long as they could have quiet to work. Ivy and Trowa didn't bother to speak on the subject. Sandy and Quatre agreed after some time of thinking it over. Though Raven and Wufie had to be convinced with a gun to their heads by the two workaholics. "Night."
"Yea good night, tell me about the mission tomorrow." Silver said just seeing the brief nod before her red-eyed friend disappeared into her room. Silver just shook her head and creped into her room. She took off her black vest, fingerless gloves, boots, socks, and dark blue jeans leaving on her gray t-shirt and undergarments. She slipped on a pair of loose black cotton paints and climbed into the bed.
"Ya back?" Dou whispered when he felt her slip into bed. It took him along time to persuade her into sharing the bed.
"Yea now go back to sleep." She whispered facing the direction of the door. He slipped his arm around her waist pulling her cold form closer.
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Sparky took off all but her shirt and undergarments and put on a pair of shorts before slipping into the bed. Both Heero and her agreed on sharing the bed so there wouldn't be a mess on the floor and the other one would know when one came back on a mission. Though there still were a few guns and knives somewhere in the bed that they knew about if something other then them came into the room. "You came back already?" Heero asked somewhat in disbelief.
"Uh-huh it was an easy mission." Sparky said with her back to him. That was all they needed to go to sleep. Heero didn't really stay up for her, though he was still troubled with whom her uncle was. Though now he couldn't seem to go to sleep, he could feel her cold form not far away from him. He had been lying on his back so he could see her out of the corner of his eye. She was asleep and her body shook once or twice because of being out in the cold of night. She had always ignored the temperature and never seemed effective by it. Though under it all she was struggling with her past, it wasn't what you called the best in the whole universe. Trained to be the perfect spy at a young age, parents dieing in front of her, running away from cops, jail, and getting labeled as emotionally unstable isn't what most people called normal. Sure she tried to take her life many times but it was normal for someone with her past. She would often have terrible nightmares of jail, the streets, or of her parents murder only to wake up in Heero's comforting embrace. She could no longer cry for she had cried every tear she had when she was younger.
This night was like all the other a memory that she thought she had forgotten came back. The images of the people she lost or caused her pain flooded her mind as she tried to push them away. The shooting of her parents flashed in her mind, the times when she would curl up into a ball on her bunk bed because of someone raping her flashed. Her eyes snapped opened as cold sweat dripped down her face. "Shh it's okay." Was heard in her ear. She felt the reassuring arms of the wing pilot. She calmed down and slowed her heavy breathing then relaxing. "What do you dream about that wakes you up like this?" He asked into her ear.
"My. My past." She said a little uneasy. She pressed closer to him trying to find refuge in his embrace. She wasn't really doing it on purpose but it made her feel safe. "All of those times I wanted to curl up and die." She said she turned in his arms and looked straight into his eyes. He saw pain and sadness reflect in the raging fire that was her soul. She was much like a fire when played around with you where burned but if you let it burn you'll feel the warmth and liveliness of it. She was very much alive though slowly dimming out with pain and sadness. He then thought that he was the cause of it all but pushed it aside.
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Ivy woke up with a start. She looked at the clock and put her head in her hands. It was only two so that meant she had only slept two hours. It wasn't her fault she had a role in this whole war but she didn't really like it. She was an assassin and was treated like one, high stakes, over estimations, killing, and nightmares. She slept in a very comfy hammock that hung in the corner far from the door. Trowa had the bed but she didn't mind she always slept in a hammock. She grew up on a ship that sailed the Pacific Ocean though she was a colony born. Her parents where the best people any one could come across, though she lost them in a hurricane when she was ten. She remembered swinging in her hammock when they sailed at night. She majored in poisons even when she was little. Her parents where also major poison experts that worked on finding cures for many different poisons. However the small family wasn't on the ocean, or in a jungle somewhere on earth, they where in space looking for in planetary cures for poisons. Though she remembered the hurricane more vividly, Ivy remembered a few memories of her parents. She also had a little sister that had dead by drowning; she tried to save her but was too late. Tonight's dream was about the day her little sister Kyle drowned. Kyle's face had the terrified look her had was up in the air, she was slowly sinking, Ivy went after her but when she got back to the ship it was to late. "I shouldn't blame myself." She whispered to no one. The dream was so comprehensive that it seemed to happen again.
"For what?" Was heard next to her. When she looked she stared into the eye of Trowa.
"For the death of Kyle." Ivy said taking out a picture of two little girls. One was a six-year-old version of Ivy and the other was a four year old with curly honey brown hair and deep green eyes. "The four year old is Kyle my little sister." Ivy said pointing to the four year old who was balancing twenty thick books on her head. They where on the deck of a big navy type ship, Ivy was reading a book with several books on her head, that where all about different poisons, and toxins. "I only remember small little parts of my past. One was the day she died. We where out on deck of that ship and she fell over board. I went after but when I made it back on deck she was already dead. I can't remember weather or not we where the best sisters or not. I lost most of my memory when the ship went down. I was the only survivor; I was ten when it happened. I rowed in a small little raft all the way to the Hawaiian Islands about two hundred miles away from where the ship went down. I only had few belongings and few memories to guide me there but I made it." She said she handed him another picture of a family. The mother had black hair and piercing poison green eyes, the father had brown hair and deep brown eyes, and then there was Kyle and Ivy standing on some books to look as tall as their parents. The picture was on the deck of a ship and in the picture the family was happy not a care in the world.
"This is your family?" Trowa asked only receiving a nod from her. "Do you have a uncle or auntie?"
"Uncle." She said taking back her pictures. "I wish I could remember my mother, father, or Kyle. I know that they where my family, I know who they are, but I don't know how I felt about them." She said putting the pictures away after taking one more look at them. "Now the other girls are like my sisters even though we're the same age. Do you have any family?"
"Yes a sister but besides that I don't remember if I have or not." Trowa said sitting down on the bed. "I had amnesia when I was younger and from then on all I know is who to fight or how to fit into a circus."
"Sounds like me except for the circus part. I mostly know about toxins and ocean life. Though I was a colony born I remember the ocean and how unforgiving it can be." Ivy said as the first eminence of light flooded into the room. "It's funny that I can only remember things that cause sadness and things that are vital to my job."
"At least you have some memory of your childhood." Trowa said looking down at the floor.
"And sometimes that troubles you to know those memories. Though its as much troubling not to know them." Ivy stated rolling up in her hammock tell it look like a cocoon. "I wish I was a butterfly instead of what I am. Just fluttering around in the air not a care in the world." She started to hum to her self about becoming a little butterfly. Trowa chuckled at this little incident causing the cocoon to turn back into a hammock but somehow she got out still rapped up in her blanket. "Did I just hear the emotionless one chuckle?"
"How did you do that?" He asked avoiding the subject.
"You did chuckle and don't deny it." She said ignoring the question. She gracefully walked over to him and sat down on the bed still rapped up.
"Yes but how did you do that?" Trowa asked still curious about the whole thing.
"Well I've always do that for some reason. I guess it's one of those old memories that I don't know about." She said with a shrug. With that they got ready for the day.
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Okay so I get a little off topic but hey we learn some things about the girls. My cousin said it isn't far that when he helped that no one reviewed and avoided even touching this one and says that if I get reviews from this one it's not far. So just to bug the hell out of him review this chappy and not the other one. I'll be on top and he'll be a little maggot that is five years older then me. Mwahahahahahaha. Review plz.
Disclaimer: I only own the girls and minor characters so don't take them.
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"Why does it always hafta be me?" Silver asked under her breath walking down the street. Then she remembered the time Sparky said that she had the aim of a hawk and the cockiness of a puppy. It was true she could get a little cocky when out on a job, well okay very cocky but that didn't mean she had to get stuck with this. Sandy had such a good aim that she could wake up from a daydream and shot causing the bullet to go straight between her victim's eyes, even if she was throwing a piece of cereal. Why had it been her to do this? She really didn't want to shoot a tranquilizer gun and right after she came back from assassinating a head honcho of one of the opposing Ozzy supporters. "Geez I have enemies on the streets to. I don't need this out in the open position." She said under her breath going into the shadows. One thing about Silver that made her different was the fact that she could see in the dark, it made things a little easier when making a kill. The only reason Silver knew the others is the fact that they met when visiting their uncles, who worked together. It was a pretty vivid memory in Silver's mind; Sparky was sitting on the edge of a table, Sandy was looking at different acids, Ivy was preparing an acid, Raven was leaning on the wall, then she came in and they all drew a gun. Their uncles smirked and introduced them. Silver at first staid in the shadows watching as they did their on things. All of them had been on guard for several reasons; Sparky was the top spy in the known universe and was known for killing when enraged. Sandy was the top assassin in the L4 colony cluster. Ivy was the top assassin in the L3 colony cluster. Raven was the top resident spy in the L5 colony cluster. In addition here was Silver the top assassin in the L2 colony cluster, five tuff, mean, merciless girls that would kill someone with out another thought on the subject. Silver snapped out of her thoughts when she saw Seiren walking down the street all alone. "Bingo." Was heard from Sliver's position in the shadows.
"Who's there?" Seiren asked looking around uncertainly. She had golden brown hair that fell in thick curls around her face all the way to her shoulders; deep brown eyes darted around looking at each shadow. She wasn't that tall almost five-foot one, and looked like a slut instead of what the real Seiren looked like.
"Seiren." Silver said watching as the girl looked around.
"That's stupid, I'm like, Seiren." Seiren said in a snobby squeaky voice.
"I mean the real Seiren before she changed her name, mesu." Silver said labeling the girl before her an assassin-want-a-be.
"That means you're like, Silver Wolf, but I thought she was like, dead." Seiren said in the same type of voice though this time it seemed a little more worried. "Ya can't be, you must be a street rat out for like, my money."
"Say good night." Silver said getting sick of the girl. She aimed and shot the dart; it landed right into Seiren's left arm. Silver walked up the sleeping from of Seiren. "I was wrong you're worse then a female dog." She said grabbing the dart and taking off back to the apartment they staid at.
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Sparky walked into a vacant warehouse that was pretty plain. She had Hale over her shoulder and her gun in her hand. Her mission was simple after getting caught warm up to one of the Ozzies then knock them out and bring them to the warehouse. Here her uncle and his friends would set up the link in the Ozzy's mind. This was pretty simple; a microchip was planted into the mind of the Ozzy then linked. It would send a signal to her uncle's and her computer so they knew when and where OZ would attack. "Uncle I've brought you one of them. I didn't see the use of warming up to her." She said as the warehouse became alive with hidden computers, and medical supplies. Five figures where standing there all hidden by the shadows.
"Good set her down on the table then go back." One of the figures said. Sparky put Hale on the medical table and left. She walked down the street and soon ran into Silver.
"What are you doing here?" Sparky asked looking at Silver who looked back at her.
"I was goin' ta asked ya the same question." Silver said looking confused for a second.
"Well my mission was a success and I was going back to the apartment." Sparky said cracking her neck.
"Oh well me to." Silver said looking around quickly. "Why where ya comin' from the south east, I thought the bass was in the north west?"
"It is I just came back from a meeting with our uncles. It was concerning my mission." Sparky said as the two made it into the door of the apartment. It was one in the morning and everyone was asleep. They entered in complete stealth not waking any one; because of Silver and Dou they had coed rooms. There where only five bedrooms so that meant they had to sleep in the same bed or one on the floor and one on the bed. Sparky and Heero didn't care just as long as they could have quiet to work. Ivy and Trowa didn't bother to speak on the subject. Sandy and Quatre agreed after some time of thinking it over. Though Raven and Wufie had to be convinced with a gun to their heads by the two workaholics. "Night."
"Yea good night, tell me about the mission tomorrow." Silver said just seeing the brief nod before her red-eyed friend disappeared into her room. Silver just shook her head and creped into her room. She took off her black vest, fingerless gloves, boots, socks, and dark blue jeans leaving on her gray t-shirt and undergarments. She slipped on a pair of loose black cotton paints and climbed into the bed.
"Ya back?" Dou whispered when he felt her slip into bed. It took him along time to persuade her into sharing the bed.
"Yea now go back to sleep." She whispered facing the direction of the door. He slipped his arm around her waist pulling her cold form closer.
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Sparky took off all but her shirt and undergarments and put on a pair of shorts before slipping into the bed. Both Heero and her agreed on sharing the bed so there wouldn't be a mess on the floor and the other one would know when one came back on a mission. Though there still were a few guns and knives somewhere in the bed that they knew about if something other then them came into the room. "You came back already?" Heero asked somewhat in disbelief.
"Uh-huh it was an easy mission." Sparky said with her back to him. That was all they needed to go to sleep. Heero didn't really stay up for her, though he was still troubled with whom her uncle was. Though now he couldn't seem to go to sleep, he could feel her cold form not far away from him. He had been lying on his back so he could see her out of the corner of his eye. She was asleep and her body shook once or twice because of being out in the cold of night. She had always ignored the temperature and never seemed effective by it. Though under it all she was struggling with her past, it wasn't what you called the best in the whole universe. Trained to be the perfect spy at a young age, parents dieing in front of her, running away from cops, jail, and getting labeled as emotionally unstable isn't what most people called normal. Sure she tried to take her life many times but it was normal for someone with her past. She would often have terrible nightmares of jail, the streets, or of her parents murder only to wake up in Heero's comforting embrace. She could no longer cry for she had cried every tear she had when she was younger.
This night was like all the other a memory that she thought she had forgotten came back. The images of the people she lost or caused her pain flooded her mind as she tried to push them away. The shooting of her parents flashed in her mind, the times when she would curl up into a ball on her bunk bed because of someone raping her flashed. Her eyes snapped opened as cold sweat dripped down her face. "Shh it's okay." Was heard in her ear. She felt the reassuring arms of the wing pilot. She calmed down and slowed her heavy breathing then relaxing. "What do you dream about that wakes you up like this?" He asked into her ear.
"My. My past." She said a little uneasy. She pressed closer to him trying to find refuge in his embrace. She wasn't really doing it on purpose but it made her feel safe. "All of those times I wanted to curl up and die." She said she turned in his arms and looked straight into his eyes. He saw pain and sadness reflect in the raging fire that was her soul. She was much like a fire when played around with you where burned but if you let it burn you'll feel the warmth and liveliness of it. She was very much alive though slowly dimming out with pain and sadness. He then thought that he was the cause of it all but pushed it aside.
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Ivy woke up with a start. She looked at the clock and put her head in her hands. It was only two so that meant she had only slept two hours. It wasn't her fault she had a role in this whole war but she didn't really like it. She was an assassin and was treated like one, high stakes, over estimations, killing, and nightmares. She slept in a very comfy hammock that hung in the corner far from the door. Trowa had the bed but she didn't mind she always slept in a hammock. She grew up on a ship that sailed the Pacific Ocean though she was a colony born. Her parents where the best people any one could come across, though she lost them in a hurricane when she was ten. She remembered swinging in her hammock when they sailed at night. She majored in poisons even when she was little. Her parents where also major poison experts that worked on finding cures for many different poisons. However the small family wasn't on the ocean, or in a jungle somewhere on earth, they where in space looking for in planetary cures for poisons. Though she remembered the hurricane more vividly, Ivy remembered a few memories of her parents. She also had a little sister that had dead by drowning; she tried to save her but was too late. Tonight's dream was about the day her little sister Kyle drowned. Kyle's face had the terrified look her had was up in the air, she was slowly sinking, Ivy went after her but when she got back to the ship it was to late. "I shouldn't blame myself." She whispered to no one. The dream was so comprehensive that it seemed to happen again.
"For what?" Was heard next to her. When she looked she stared into the eye of Trowa.
"For the death of Kyle." Ivy said taking out a picture of two little girls. One was a six-year-old version of Ivy and the other was a four year old with curly honey brown hair and deep green eyes. "The four year old is Kyle my little sister." Ivy said pointing to the four year old who was balancing twenty thick books on her head. They where on the deck of a big navy type ship, Ivy was reading a book with several books on her head, that where all about different poisons, and toxins. "I only remember small little parts of my past. One was the day she died. We where out on deck of that ship and she fell over board. I went after but when I made it back on deck she was already dead. I can't remember weather or not we where the best sisters or not. I lost most of my memory when the ship went down. I was the only survivor; I was ten when it happened. I rowed in a small little raft all the way to the Hawaiian Islands about two hundred miles away from where the ship went down. I only had few belongings and few memories to guide me there but I made it." She said she handed him another picture of a family. The mother had black hair and piercing poison green eyes, the father had brown hair and deep brown eyes, and then there was Kyle and Ivy standing on some books to look as tall as their parents. The picture was on the deck of a ship and in the picture the family was happy not a care in the world.
"This is your family?" Trowa asked only receiving a nod from her. "Do you have a uncle or auntie?"
"Uncle." She said taking back her pictures. "I wish I could remember my mother, father, or Kyle. I know that they where my family, I know who they are, but I don't know how I felt about them." She said putting the pictures away after taking one more look at them. "Now the other girls are like my sisters even though we're the same age. Do you have any family?"
"Yes a sister but besides that I don't remember if I have or not." Trowa said sitting down on the bed. "I had amnesia when I was younger and from then on all I know is who to fight or how to fit into a circus."
"Sounds like me except for the circus part. I mostly know about toxins and ocean life. Though I was a colony born I remember the ocean and how unforgiving it can be." Ivy said as the first eminence of light flooded into the room. "It's funny that I can only remember things that cause sadness and things that are vital to my job."
"At least you have some memory of your childhood." Trowa said looking down at the floor.
"And sometimes that troubles you to know those memories. Though its as much troubling not to know them." Ivy stated rolling up in her hammock tell it look like a cocoon. "I wish I was a butterfly instead of what I am. Just fluttering around in the air not a care in the world." She started to hum to her self about becoming a little butterfly. Trowa chuckled at this little incident causing the cocoon to turn back into a hammock but somehow she got out still rapped up in her blanket. "Did I just hear the emotionless one chuckle?"
"How did you do that?" He asked avoiding the subject.
"You did chuckle and don't deny it." She said ignoring the question. She gracefully walked over to him and sat down on the bed still rapped up.
"Yes but how did you do that?" Trowa asked still curious about the whole thing.
"Well I've always do that for some reason. I guess it's one of those old memories that I don't know about." She said with a shrug. With that they got ready for the day.
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Okay so I get a little off topic but hey we learn some things about the girls. My cousin said it isn't far that when he helped that no one reviewed and avoided even touching this one and says that if I get reviews from this one it's not far. So just to bug the hell out of him review this chappy and not the other one. I'll be on top and he'll be a little maggot that is five years older then me. Mwahahahahahaha. Review plz.