Chapter #5 The face on the Milk Carton
"Sally! SALLY!!!" Wufei shouted into the microphone. There was no reply and the screen was filled with static.
Heero placed on hand on Wufei's shoulder, which Wufei shrugged off, "Wufei, stop going into hysterics and do something about it."
"Right," Wufei roughly ploughed his fingers into his hair, pulling a large amount out of its ponytail, "call the other pilots and the women. Use the Mogwanacs and Quatre's sisters as backup. W need this to be a stealth mission. As few people as possible."
Heero nodded and got on his cell phone, "Quatre, get everyone. I don't care if they're on a vacation, send them! It's an emergency, Sally's been kidnapped. Yes, she got caught. Good. No, not them. They're going to be back up. Right," Heero hung up the phone.
Wufei had been pulling out every gun he had in the van they were stationed in and shoving a dagger down his boot. He looked up at Heero, his eyes full of fury and fear for Sally, "I already lost one of the women close to me, I'm not going to lose another."
Heero cocked his gun, "I know exactly how you feel."
Sally tried to turn over...and couldn't. That immediately brought her awake. She was spread eagled on a massive bed with her hands tied to the posts and a splitting headache filling her head. As she stared at the chains around her wrists images flashed through her mind: the party, D'Armand, a syringe, and a bunch of goons attacking. As she shifted her legs she also realized the gun strapped to her thigh was gone along with the knife down her bodice. Just the idea of them searching her while she was unconscious made her see red. And her hip still hurt, too. She'd probably have a bruise there for a while. Her eyes snapped to the door as it opened, making her strain against her bonds as she saw who it was.
"D'Armand," she spat through gritten teeth.
He merely smiled his 'Host' smile, "ah, I see you've found our handcuffs. Lovely, aren't they? After all, even while being sedated you knocked out five of my men. We couldn't exactly take any chances, could we."
"B@$*@*d,"She spat.
D'Armand tisked, "temper, temper, Selena. Or should I say Sally Po? You do know that all bathrooms are monitored in case of imported and illegal drugs? You just happened to be recorded talking, or should I say arguing, with a certain young man named Wufei Chang. It's not your fault you did something stupid."
"You really are a professional Smart@$$, you know that," Sally sneered.
"Yes, I work very hard at it," He went to a mini-bar and poured himself a drink, delicately sipping it, "and I also know that your little boyfriend will arrive also."
"He's not my boyfriend," Sally gritted out, "we're only partners."
"That's what they all say," he smiled his charming smile, "I like to call it the 'Anne of Green Gables' Complex."
"Oh, no," Sally groaned, "a psychotic who reads children's books."
"Fine, suit yourself," D'Armand said as he left the room, closing the door behind him, "don't have dinner."
D@mn it! Sally cursed.
Wufei crawled through the air ducts carefully, thankful of all the training he'd had in leveling his breathing. As he went on his hands and knees through dust and cobwebs he thought of his relationship with Sally.
It'd never been exactly romantic. At first she'd been his mentor and later his partner, never anything more than that. But she'd changed a lot from older sister figure to...something more in his eyes. He didn't know what exactly, all he knew was the respect he felt for her had deepened and how he had had the problem of his eyes always looking for her in a crowd. How he now saw her, not as a female or a soldier but as both. But the female part seemed to have stood out more than the soldier now. More and more often he'd began noticing her pert, red lips, and her delicate and clear blue eyes. And then he'd end up having dreams of black haired children with blue eyes. He didn't know what to make of it.
Suddenly he lost his footing as the metal was shot right out from under him, as if they'd known exactly where he was. He fell 8 feet to the floor below, right in the middle of a group of goons. A tranquilizer dart shot through the air and hit Wufei in the side of the neck, he ignored it and with the rest of his strength tripped the nearest guy, punched one in the stomach, shot a third in the shoulder, knifed the fourth in the leg, and kicked the last in the groin.
He vaguely heard someone chuckle sinisterly in the background as he faded out, "Just like his girlfriend."
"Sally! SALLY!!!" Wufei shouted into the microphone. There was no reply and the screen was filled with static.
Heero placed on hand on Wufei's shoulder, which Wufei shrugged off, "Wufei, stop going into hysterics and do something about it."
"Right," Wufei roughly ploughed his fingers into his hair, pulling a large amount out of its ponytail, "call the other pilots and the women. Use the Mogwanacs and Quatre's sisters as backup. W need this to be a stealth mission. As few people as possible."
Heero nodded and got on his cell phone, "Quatre, get everyone. I don't care if they're on a vacation, send them! It's an emergency, Sally's been kidnapped. Yes, she got caught. Good. No, not them. They're going to be back up. Right," Heero hung up the phone.
Wufei had been pulling out every gun he had in the van they were stationed in and shoving a dagger down his boot. He looked up at Heero, his eyes full of fury and fear for Sally, "I already lost one of the women close to me, I'm not going to lose another."
Heero cocked his gun, "I know exactly how you feel."
Sally tried to turn over...and couldn't. That immediately brought her awake. She was spread eagled on a massive bed with her hands tied to the posts and a splitting headache filling her head. As she stared at the chains around her wrists images flashed through her mind: the party, D'Armand, a syringe, and a bunch of goons attacking. As she shifted her legs she also realized the gun strapped to her thigh was gone along with the knife down her bodice. Just the idea of them searching her while she was unconscious made her see red. And her hip still hurt, too. She'd probably have a bruise there for a while. Her eyes snapped to the door as it opened, making her strain against her bonds as she saw who it was.
"D'Armand," she spat through gritten teeth.
He merely smiled his 'Host' smile, "ah, I see you've found our handcuffs. Lovely, aren't they? After all, even while being sedated you knocked out five of my men. We couldn't exactly take any chances, could we."
"B@$*@*d,"She spat.
D'Armand tisked, "temper, temper, Selena. Or should I say Sally Po? You do know that all bathrooms are monitored in case of imported and illegal drugs? You just happened to be recorded talking, or should I say arguing, with a certain young man named Wufei Chang. It's not your fault you did something stupid."
"You really are a professional Smart@$$, you know that," Sally sneered.
"Yes, I work very hard at it," He went to a mini-bar and poured himself a drink, delicately sipping it, "and I also know that your little boyfriend will arrive also."
"He's not my boyfriend," Sally gritted out, "we're only partners."
"That's what they all say," he smiled his charming smile, "I like to call it the 'Anne of Green Gables' Complex."
"Oh, no," Sally groaned, "a psychotic who reads children's books."
"Fine, suit yourself," D'Armand said as he left the room, closing the door behind him, "don't have dinner."
D@mn it! Sally cursed.
Wufei crawled through the air ducts carefully, thankful of all the training he'd had in leveling his breathing. As he went on his hands and knees through dust and cobwebs he thought of his relationship with Sally.
It'd never been exactly romantic. At first she'd been his mentor and later his partner, never anything more than that. But she'd changed a lot from older sister figure to...something more in his eyes. He didn't know what exactly, all he knew was the respect he felt for her had deepened and how he had had the problem of his eyes always looking for her in a crowd. How he now saw her, not as a female or a soldier but as both. But the female part seemed to have stood out more than the soldier now. More and more often he'd began noticing her pert, red lips, and her delicate and clear blue eyes. And then he'd end up having dreams of black haired children with blue eyes. He didn't know what to make of it.
Suddenly he lost his footing as the metal was shot right out from under him, as if they'd known exactly where he was. He fell 8 feet to the floor below, right in the middle of a group of goons. A tranquilizer dart shot through the air and hit Wufei in the side of the neck, he ignored it and with the rest of his strength tripped the nearest guy, punched one in the stomach, shot a third in the shoulder, knifed the fourth in the leg, and kicked the last in the groin.
He vaguely heard someone chuckle sinisterly in the background as he faded out, "Just like his girlfriend."