Sorry, I keep forgetting to do my disclaimers! I don't own Gundam Wing,
nor any related characters. Hope that's sufficient. Oh, and watch out for
madly OOC Milliardo, once again. .;;;; Ja! ^.~
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Chapter 5-That foreboding feeling of death
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Relena sat on her cot, staring at the wall opposite her. There were so many things she wanted to do before she died, but she was stuck in this stupid cell. Her days were numbered, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Milliardo looked up from the book he was reading, which was quite good. Either his captors had an ironic sense of humor or were reallllllly stupid. He was reading Escape From Alcatraz and it had some fine pointers. As much as he wanted to finish it, he knew something was wrong with his little sister.
"Relena?" he asked, book still in hand. She just kept staring at the wall. Milliardo looked at the oh-so- interesting wall and then back at Relena. Then back at the wall. Obviously, she wasn't analyzing the contour of the concrete.
He got up, putting his book on the cot, and walked over to Relena. Waving a hand in front of her face, he said in a loud voice:
"Reeeeeleeeeenaaaa?"
She blinked a few times and looked startled.
"Wha-what? I'm awake!"
Milliardo's brow furrowed in concern. He sat down on the cot. Relena followed him with a blank stare. He raised an eyebrow at her dazed expression. Spontaneously, her face crumpled and she whimpered pitifully, burying her face in the sleeve of his shirt. Trying not to panic, Milliardo put an arm around her shoulder. What to do? What to do? What would Noin do? He thought quickly as she bawled and bawled into his shoulder, soaking it very rapidly. Slowly and softly he asked her:
"What's wrong? It's ok, I'm here and nothing can hurt you right now."
He muttered this repeatedly until she sat up and wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Finally she faced him, eyes all red and puffy, still snuffling.
"I-I'm scared!" she stuttered and immediately started to cry into his shoulder again. Milliardo, taken by surprise, decided to mutter some more. (Hey! It worked the first time.)
"Scared of what? What's wrong?" he asked. She slowly pulled up and looked at him. Very quietly, as if someone would hear besides the two of them, she forced the words off her lips.
"Of dying."
She stared at him, her big round eyes looking expectantly for help. Milliardo just looked at her, head cocked, as if trying to get another perspective.
"What????"
Evidently this was the wrong thing to say because Relena instantly burst into tears for the third time. To himself, Milliardo noticed this was becoming a very repetitive habit.
"I mean, what exactly do you intend by saying 'dying'?" he asked in a very nervous tone.
"Well," she told him between sniffles, "I'm worried (sniffle) that I'm going to (sniffle) die in this prison without being able to (sniffle, hiccup) do all the things I want to." She looked down into her lap and waited for his response. All Milliardo could say was "oh". But when he glanced at her tear-streaked face, he knew it wasn't enough.
"Welllll, I seriously doubt that will happen, because, first of all, why would they wait so long to kill us? Why not just get it over with? And second of all, I would never let that happen." He looked meaningfully at Relena. "I promise you, you will not die here."
Relena hiccuped.
"Really?"
"Really."
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There was no artificial moonlight on the colony of L12. That was good. It greatly enhanced the stealth of the two subtle figures, making their way through the murky water. The target of their infiltration was a series of giant warehouses on a stable island in the middle of a swamp. The ghostly mist that hung in the air hid their progress as they waded toward the island.
Willows thrived in the excellent conditions and the apparitions had to push through their tangled stems as they drew closer. The dim lights from the barracks provided enough vision to see a high window in the closest warehouse. The taller intruder nudged his colleague and pointed to the most likely means of entering. Parallel to it was a very high willow, many of the branches reaching out to the window. And it was also surrounded by many more tall, thick willows, which was fortunate.
The intruders dipped under the water with a soft "bloop". Several times they resurfaced for air, only emerging enough to breathe in quickly. Soon they had reached the clump of willows and had crawled under their protective leaves. They were both dressed in camouflage and wore masks. One had very bulky pockets. As soon as they caught their breath, which didn't take very long, they were cautiously climbing up the willow next to the window.
Just then a guard and a dog turned the corner of the warehouse. The dog sniffed the air and growled menacingly, pulling on his leash to reach the willows. The guard held him back and took out a gun, taking off the safety. He pointed the gun to the nearest tree and tried to see what was there in the dim lights. Suddenly, the dog stopped making his way toward the trees and turned to the path that lay ahead of them. The guard turned his head to see what the canine was doing, but kept the gun trained at the trees. The dog looked up and began barking loudly. The guard also moved his face upward and saw, just when it was too late, a large stone being thrown at his head.
The stone made contact with a "thud" and the guard fell to the ground, a trickle of blood making its way down his forehead. The dog, still barking dashed around madly. The two figures looked down upon him from a high branch, level with the window and stable enough to hold their weight. They easily walked the rest of the length to the window and opened it without any trouble. They crawled in and dropped on to a walkway running along the inside wall of the warehouse.
The dog, seeing they were gone, licked its trainer's face and curled up beside him to stand guard.
The intruders had made their way down a series of stairs and had found the light switches. Carefully, they turned on a few of the overhanging lamps. The dim light revealed row after row after row of Tauruses, all of them fully prepared for battle. The shorter one leaned toward the taller and murmured.
"Chain reaction?"
"Of course."
By the time the guard came to, the blood had dried on his face in a few streams coming from a small gash. He stood up slowly and wobbled, being slightly dazed. Suddenly, everything came back to him and he realized the crucial time he had spent unconscious. His faithful dog was now on his feet and wagging his tail joyfully. The guard's eyes grew wide when it dawned on him that they had been penetrated.
He broke into a run and raced to the nearest alarm box. In two seconds the whole island was filled with blaring alarms and flashing red lights. Soldiers poured out of their cabins, buttoning shirts and pulling up zippers. Soon all units were standing at attention in the middle of the camp. Many had gone to their designated places in the warehouses.
But it was too late. Trowa and Catherine stood under a tree on a tiny island several hundred yards away from the grounds. Trowa raised the hand with the detonator and pressed the trigger.
A very loud boom could be heard from a few miles around and an orange mushroom cloud could be seen in the general direction of where the camp had been.
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Heero sat at his desk, once again tapping away at his laptop. He sat in a hunched position, staring at the screen. His fingers flew over the keys without stumbling or flawing. A soft click of the door shutting made him look up. Duo stood there, braid in hands and fiddling with it, as he always did when he was nervous. Heero waited expectantly. The tapping of the keys stopped.
"I'm sorry I .er.umm.." Duo stuttered.
"It's no big deal." Heero turned back to the laptop.
"Thanks." Duo replied. He was silent for a while. "Are you....are you still going to go through with it?"
Heero didn't look at him but his fingers stumbled over the keys. He stopped and was quiet, calming himself down. He continued typing.
"Yes."
Duo sighed and dropped his head to gaze at the floor.
"Well, Trowa called. He finished the job. And Wufei said he's coming, just in case we have and trouble. Quatre got the tapes. We're all set."
Heero finished what he was typing and leaned back in the chair, putting his hands behind his wild mess of hair. He carefully regarded Duo.
"We're all set. Just one thing left to do." He looked at Duo and it was obvious that neither of them wanted to do what they were about to. He didn't want to, but it was his duty. Him. The Perfect Soldier.
"Hey, man, I can take it. You don't have to do this." Duo offered. Heero got up and looked out the window.
"No. I do have to do this." He turned around. "It won't work if you do it. She ...she feels different about me. I have to." Duo walked over and clapped an arm around his sagged shoulders.
"It'll be ok buddy. You'll see."
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Phew. That took for-freaking-ever to revise... . Review, please. And don't brick me for OOC Milliardo. Some people rather like him like that... .; Au revoir!
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Chapter 5-That foreboding feeling of death
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Relena sat on her cot, staring at the wall opposite her. There were so many things she wanted to do before she died, but she was stuck in this stupid cell. Her days were numbered, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.
Milliardo looked up from the book he was reading, which was quite good. Either his captors had an ironic sense of humor or were reallllllly stupid. He was reading Escape From Alcatraz and it had some fine pointers. As much as he wanted to finish it, he knew something was wrong with his little sister.
"Relena?" he asked, book still in hand. She just kept staring at the wall. Milliardo looked at the oh-so- interesting wall and then back at Relena. Then back at the wall. Obviously, she wasn't analyzing the contour of the concrete.
He got up, putting his book on the cot, and walked over to Relena. Waving a hand in front of her face, he said in a loud voice:
"Reeeeeleeeeenaaaa?"
She blinked a few times and looked startled.
"Wha-what? I'm awake!"
Milliardo's brow furrowed in concern. He sat down on the cot. Relena followed him with a blank stare. He raised an eyebrow at her dazed expression. Spontaneously, her face crumpled and she whimpered pitifully, burying her face in the sleeve of his shirt. Trying not to panic, Milliardo put an arm around her shoulder. What to do? What to do? What would Noin do? He thought quickly as she bawled and bawled into his shoulder, soaking it very rapidly. Slowly and softly he asked her:
"What's wrong? It's ok, I'm here and nothing can hurt you right now."
He muttered this repeatedly until she sat up and wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Finally she faced him, eyes all red and puffy, still snuffling.
"I-I'm scared!" she stuttered and immediately started to cry into his shoulder again. Milliardo, taken by surprise, decided to mutter some more. (Hey! It worked the first time.)
"Scared of what? What's wrong?" he asked. She slowly pulled up and looked at him. Very quietly, as if someone would hear besides the two of them, she forced the words off her lips.
"Of dying."
She stared at him, her big round eyes looking expectantly for help. Milliardo just looked at her, head cocked, as if trying to get another perspective.
"What????"
Evidently this was the wrong thing to say because Relena instantly burst into tears for the third time. To himself, Milliardo noticed this was becoming a very repetitive habit.
"I mean, what exactly do you intend by saying 'dying'?" he asked in a very nervous tone.
"Well," she told him between sniffles, "I'm worried (sniffle) that I'm going to (sniffle) die in this prison without being able to (sniffle, hiccup) do all the things I want to." She looked down into her lap and waited for his response. All Milliardo could say was "oh". But when he glanced at her tear-streaked face, he knew it wasn't enough.
"Welllll, I seriously doubt that will happen, because, first of all, why would they wait so long to kill us? Why not just get it over with? And second of all, I would never let that happen." He looked meaningfully at Relena. "I promise you, you will not die here."
Relena hiccuped.
"Really?"
"Really."
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There was no artificial moonlight on the colony of L12. That was good. It greatly enhanced the stealth of the two subtle figures, making their way through the murky water. The target of their infiltration was a series of giant warehouses on a stable island in the middle of a swamp. The ghostly mist that hung in the air hid their progress as they waded toward the island.
Willows thrived in the excellent conditions and the apparitions had to push through their tangled stems as they drew closer. The dim lights from the barracks provided enough vision to see a high window in the closest warehouse. The taller intruder nudged his colleague and pointed to the most likely means of entering. Parallel to it was a very high willow, many of the branches reaching out to the window. And it was also surrounded by many more tall, thick willows, which was fortunate.
The intruders dipped under the water with a soft "bloop". Several times they resurfaced for air, only emerging enough to breathe in quickly. Soon they had reached the clump of willows and had crawled under their protective leaves. They were both dressed in camouflage and wore masks. One had very bulky pockets. As soon as they caught their breath, which didn't take very long, they were cautiously climbing up the willow next to the window.
Just then a guard and a dog turned the corner of the warehouse. The dog sniffed the air and growled menacingly, pulling on his leash to reach the willows. The guard held him back and took out a gun, taking off the safety. He pointed the gun to the nearest tree and tried to see what was there in the dim lights. Suddenly, the dog stopped making his way toward the trees and turned to the path that lay ahead of them. The guard turned his head to see what the canine was doing, but kept the gun trained at the trees. The dog looked up and began barking loudly. The guard also moved his face upward and saw, just when it was too late, a large stone being thrown at his head.
The stone made contact with a "thud" and the guard fell to the ground, a trickle of blood making its way down his forehead. The dog, still barking dashed around madly. The two figures looked down upon him from a high branch, level with the window and stable enough to hold their weight. They easily walked the rest of the length to the window and opened it without any trouble. They crawled in and dropped on to a walkway running along the inside wall of the warehouse.
The dog, seeing they were gone, licked its trainer's face and curled up beside him to stand guard.
The intruders had made their way down a series of stairs and had found the light switches. Carefully, they turned on a few of the overhanging lamps. The dim light revealed row after row after row of Tauruses, all of them fully prepared for battle. The shorter one leaned toward the taller and murmured.
"Chain reaction?"
"Of course."
By the time the guard came to, the blood had dried on his face in a few streams coming from a small gash. He stood up slowly and wobbled, being slightly dazed. Suddenly, everything came back to him and he realized the crucial time he had spent unconscious. His faithful dog was now on his feet and wagging his tail joyfully. The guard's eyes grew wide when it dawned on him that they had been penetrated.
He broke into a run and raced to the nearest alarm box. In two seconds the whole island was filled with blaring alarms and flashing red lights. Soldiers poured out of their cabins, buttoning shirts and pulling up zippers. Soon all units were standing at attention in the middle of the camp. Many had gone to their designated places in the warehouses.
But it was too late. Trowa and Catherine stood under a tree on a tiny island several hundred yards away from the grounds. Trowa raised the hand with the detonator and pressed the trigger.
A very loud boom could be heard from a few miles around and an orange mushroom cloud could be seen in the general direction of where the camp had been.
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Heero sat at his desk, once again tapping away at his laptop. He sat in a hunched position, staring at the screen. His fingers flew over the keys without stumbling or flawing. A soft click of the door shutting made him look up. Duo stood there, braid in hands and fiddling with it, as he always did when he was nervous. Heero waited expectantly. The tapping of the keys stopped.
"I'm sorry I .er.umm.." Duo stuttered.
"It's no big deal." Heero turned back to the laptop.
"Thanks." Duo replied. He was silent for a while. "Are you....are you still going to go through with it?"
Heero didn't look at him but his fingers stumbled over the keys. He stopped and was quiet, calming himself down. He continued typing.
"Yes."
Duo sighed and dropped his head to gaze at the floor.
"Well, Trowa called. He finished the job. And Wufei said he's coming, just in case we have and trouble. Quatre got the tapes. We're all set."
Heero finished what he was typing and leaned back in the chair, putting his hands behind his wild mess of hair. He carefully regarded Duo.
"We're all set. Just one thing left to do." He looked at Duo and it was obvious that neither of them wanted to do what they were about to. He didn't want to, but it was his duty. Him. The Perfect Soldier.
"Hey, man, I can take it. You don't have to do this." Duo offered. Heero got up and looked out the window.
"No. I do have to do this." He turned around. "It won't work if you do it. She ...she feels different about me. I have to." Duo walked over and clapped an arm around his sagged shoulders.
"It'll be ok buddy. You'll see."
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Phew. That took for-freaking-ever to revise... . Review, please. And don't brick me for OOC Milliardo. Some people rather like him like that... .; Au revoir!