CROSSFIRE
"I am way too old for this," Duo panted. "You are twenty years old, Duo. Shut up," Heero said. He was actually getting antsy. Heero, in this artificial battleground, was bored. He knew the Zero's handling so well he could do it in his sleep. He looked over to Midii. In the Epyon, he could see her talents were well rounded as ever. He had heard about her- the little girl that had slain so many. Some deserved it, few didn't. He was a killer, just like her, but there was something about her he would never be able to touch. He had Une on the four-by-five screen, looking beyond the imaginary targets. Just then Marquees took all the suits. Time for a lecture, no doubt. "Midii!" he yelled from the ground. She was just shutting the suit down, and opened the hatch to see Zechs.
"Sir?" she queried. She stepped forward, hanging halfway out of the Gundam. "Check out the DeathScythe. Something's wrong with the handling." The girl jumped to the ground like a cat and loaded the 02. Duo tried to escape the confined space. "You're fine," she whispered. He leaned back. "Maxwell, don't you dare close that door on my ass," she hissed as she scanned the lines upon lines of coding. Finding the glitch, she artfully spun out of the suit to face Zechs, keeping her toehold on the edge of the hatch. "Found it. There's nothing wrong with the suit- this guy's just shaking like a leaf." "What? I had a lot of coffee," Duo whined. He was beet red. Midii got to the floor and exited. Zechs stood for a moment, then turned her way. "You'll find suits in your rooms," he yelled over his shoulder. Heero had almost forgotten this was a formal affair.
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He opened the door. It was that damn girl- Midii Une. "Do you have a .38?" she asked. Wufei shook his head. "What about a .35?" "No." This was getting really old. "DO YOU HAVE A FIREARM?" she yelled. He slammed the door.
She walked to the door across the hall, picking up the insanely long hem of her dress. It felt way too bare. Knocking on the door, Quatre Winner answered, already in a penguin suit. "Do you have a .38?" she asked sweetly. He nodded, then waved her in. "You had a pretty decent pistol yesterday," Quatre pointed out. "I can't use it tonight," she said, hoping he would live up to his reputation as a gentleman and just give her the damn piece. He searched around in the chest of drawers until he pulled out a simple gun. She took it and headed for the door. "Was it Treize's?" he asked. She froze. He must have known about it. She left without answering.
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"I am way too old for this," Duo panted. "You are twenty years old, Duo. Shut up," Heero said. He was actually getting antsy. Heero, in this artificial battleground, was bored. He knew the Zero's handling so well he could do it in his sleep. He looked over to Midii. In the Epyon, he could see her talents were well rounded as ever. He had heard about her- the little girl that had slain so many. Some deserved it, few didn't. He was a killer, just like her, but there was something about her he would never be able to touch. He had Une on the four-by-five screen, looking beyond the imaginary targets. Just then Marquees took all the suits. Time for a lecture, no doubt. "Midii!" he yelled from the ground. She was just shutting the suit down, and opened the hatch to see Zechs.
"Sir?" she queried. She stepped forward, hanging halfway out of the Gundam. "Check out the DeathScythe. Something's wrong with the handling." The girl jumped to the ground like a cat and loaded the 02. Duo tried to escape the confined space. "You're fine," she whispered. He leaned back. "Maxwell, don't you dare close that door on my ass," she hissed as she scanned the lines upon lines of coding. Finding the glitch, she artfully spun out of the suit to face Zechs, keeping her toehold on the edge of the hatch. "Found it. There's nothing wrong with the suit- this guy's just shaking like a leaf." "What? I had a lot of coffee," Duo whined. He was beet red. Midii got to the floor and exited. Zechs stood for a moment, then turned her way. "You'll find suits in your rooms," he yelled over his shoulder. Heero had almost forgotten this was a formal affair.
~*~
He opened the door. It was that damn girl- Midii Une. "Do you have a .38?" she asked. Wufei shook his head. "What about a .35?" "No." This was getting really old. "DO YOU HAVE A FIREARM?" she yelled. He slammed the door.
She walked to the door across the hall, picking up the insanely long hem of her dress. It felt way too bare. Knocking on the door, Quatre Winner answered, already in a penguin suit. "Do you have a .38?" she asked sweetly. He nodded, then waved her in. "You had a pretty decent pistol yesterday," Quatre pointed out. "I can't use it tonight," she said, hoping he would live up to his reputation as a gentleman and just give her the damn piece. He searched around in the chest of drawers until he pulled out a simple gun. She took it and headed for the door. "Was it Treize's?" he asked. She froze. He must have known about it. She left without answering.
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