The Sixth Pilot By Thomas Almodovar





"Well that's that" Duo said as he locks the hanger door that leads to his gundam Deathscythe. "Looks like I won't be using you for a long time, but change is good sometimes, right Heero?" "Hn" Heero replied, he wasn't very happy with the fact that he couldn't do anything, the one thing he was brought up to do is no more and now all he has is Duo. "Can we go now, I'm getting bored over here" said Wufei waving behind a old pickup truck, "yeah I guess but first we have to go to the cemetery and drop off some flowers. A year before Trowa and Quatre died in an ambush that they couldn't handle so every year the guys get together to visit them and leave flowers. As they were driving up to their graves Heero saw a figure dropping flowers on the grave and when it caught sight of their truck it ran away and Heero jumped out of the truck and followed the figure. "What are you doing now?" Duo yelled when he caught sight of what Heero saw and drove after it. After a small drive they saw Heero standing at an open field "where is he Heero" asked Wufei, all Heero did was stare out into space "he got away" Heero said. "Well why didn't you get him?" Duo asked, "Because he got away in a gundam.