Good morning everybody and welcome back to the fic!
Legato with vengeance
^_^= WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP? He don't own it, bro! ^_^=
AC 220
Six: Transition
Mack drove down the highway, an ancient CD Duo had given him, by some artist called Nirvana, blaring out the windows. "Ah now this is what I call a road tri-."
"ATTENTION TRUCKERS, WE ARE APPROACHING A COP IN TWO MILES," Ariel's voice boomed over the intercom signaling in code that they would reach their contact (who is a former cop) at the meeting point in two miles.
"Loud and clear," Kat's voice came over the intercom in a much more hushed tone, "I don't think he'll hear us if we DON'T SHOUT into the intercom."
Why can't she just let things be? Mack wondered in his head.
I have no idea, and your turn signal isn't on for the next turn yet.
***
"Yeah, I know were they are," a shady man who sat beside Seiko on a barstool. "But ya gotta help me jog my memory."
You've got to be kidding me, Seiko thought as he slipped another hundred-dollar roll under the counter.
"Oh yeah! I remember now they're at… hn it slipped my mind, would ya mind givin' me a hand," the man conned putting out his hand for a refill on the money.
"Here this should help," Seiko pulled out his gun that glistened in the little light that got between the papers that hid all the transactions.
"I see… that reminds me it was the old Romefellerr HQ in Germany."
"Good, thanks," Seiko got up leaving his seat, picking up a package. Then abruptly ducked dogging a bullet from the man and then he turned around firing directly down the man's gun barrel making it explode, taking out the light of the bar minutes after the man threw it so he wouldn't be hurt.
"Now tell me what does money mean to you?" Seiko asked as he stared down the man although it was nearly impossible to see anything with the light gone.
"I…. It," the man stuttered unable to reply.
"I see. Change your ways it'll be beneficial to everyone," Seiko warned the man stepping out of the bar. "Hey guys they do sell root beer here, and they say it comes all the way from Germany. From a factory near Romefelor," Seiko smiled carrying a six pack of root beer of the minors. (The drinking age in the UESN is eighteen).
"Oh wow my favorite!" Meiran exclaimed, using the code to say that her guess was right about the location of the enemy.
You know this code can be kind of embarrassing at times, Mack commented stepping forward. "Ok lets hitch a ride to dad's summer house I think that my cargo's a little damaged. Maybe Dad'll fix it." (*My Gundam is broken beyond field repair. I need to go to Quatre's base in the Middle East.)
"Sure, mine too," Kat agreed climbing into her truck. (Ok, my Gundam needs work too.)
***
"Mr. Winner, it is nice to see you again," Ariel greeted the head of the winner household.
"It's good to see you all again, safe," Quatre greeted the group leading them into the parlor of his desert estate. "What seems to be the problem?"
"Our Gundams all suffered great amounts of damage in the last battle. Also we would like your council on what we should do about the information we have discovered."
"I see. This may take a while."
***
Four Weeks Later…
***
Lets see, four times five divided by negative twelve… Mack thought out the recalibration for the left arm of his Gundam in his head.
Would you mind doing that out loud? Sally interrupted.
Sorry about that I forgot.
"Warning, Warning you are entering a no flying zone. Turn around or be shot down," a patrolling jet, without the UESN insignia ordered the cargo shuttle.
"We choose not!" Kat shouted over the intercom, the Gundam pilots jumping into their transport trucks, as the plane flew closer to the ground on auto pilot releasing the trucks out the back. The last truck making it out only seconds before the shuttle burst into flames over the German plain.
"Kat, you go first we'll follow," Ariel ordered.
"Why me?" Kat asked a bit unsure of what was going on.
"Because you are going to be a diversion."
"Again?"
"Kat, your Gundam is the most visible during the day."
"Fine," Kat rose from the carrier launching up into the air to meet the circling shuttle.
"It's here!" the pilot of the shuttle shouted as Kat rocketed off in a direction as the pilots followed falling right into their trap.
To be continued…
*When a random sentence is as this one is after someone talks it is a translation of the code that person just used.
