Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing, Mobile Suit. It is © to Bandai,
Sunrise, and to the various other business entities in Japan and the US
that produce and market it.
The original characters Trev, TJ © Trevor_X1
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"...I have a mission for you."
The boy stopped his frantic typing for the time being, realizing the futility of it all. TJ glanced over at the door, making sure it was locked before coming closer to stare at the screen. "Who is it?" She whispered.
"I don't know."
The reply was hushed, the pair talking in low tones even though they had no particular cause to do so. During their conversation, the voice droned on.
"The mission specifications will now download to your data disk, take care that you are not discovered. Do not compromise yourself."
The claw clicked three more times and then replaced with a blank screen. The two occupants of the room stared at one another, unsure as to what they had just witnessed. "O-kay. that was weird." the girl brushed away a strand of hair from her face as she spoke. "What did you do?"
Trev frowned, typing a few keys tentatively to see if there would be any response. None was forthcoming. The humming of the hard disk was the only sound in the room. "I haven't a clue. I must have triggered some kind of message drop accidentally, and now I've got somebody else's mission. Just what I needed." The exasperation was clear in his voice. "And the drop seems to have preempted my interference in any way. I just hope it doesn't erase anything." he stopped abruptly as the screen darkened and the system rebooted.
Quickly opening files and folders, he managed to assess the fact that all seemed to be in order; the exception being the new files downloaded to his hard disk. "It looks like everything is here alright." his voice trailing off as he copied the offending files to an optical disk. That done, Trev proceeded to bury the originals under a layer of heavy encryption. Satisfied finally that he'd made everything as secure as he could at present, he was surprised at the chat box that popped up when he reconnected to the internet.
"Meet me at the 'faded vineyard', tomorrow, 1700 hours. Bring the disk along with your explanation."
Worried, he typed back. "where will I know where to find you? Who are you?"
"Look for the shadows. In a leather jacket. Bring a companion and have her wear gray and green. I'll know you by it."
Fingers paused above the keyboard for a moment, whilst many thoughts played across his face. Trev finally managed to type out, "I'll be there." before the connection was broken, and he hastily disconnected from the internet.
Looking up at TJ, he saw her concern mirrored his own. "What did you just inadvertently get us into?"
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*SLASH!*
Duo cut through another mobile suit in the minor skirmish that he'd picked. Ambush was his style, and he was enjoying himself to the fullest, although more for the thrill of piloting Deathscythe than for destroying the few defenseless Leos that he was fighting; they would never be a match for a gundam. A few slashes and a toss of his buster shield and it was over. The Leos lay in pieces, a smoking reminder that no one ever saw a gundam and lived to tell about it.
After hiding his gundam in a wooded area several hundred miles from where he had struck, Duo started for the nearest town. He'd have a little fun this evening, and forget about the war that he was an intricate part of. He pulled his jacket around his shoulder and shivered involuntarily, trying to push the memory of the smoking, burned piles of metal that marked his latest battle. It always reminded him of the ruins of the Maxwell Church. Although his greatest reason for fighting, he hated returning to the memories of that day.
Hours later, as he sat in a dark corner of one of the small restaurants in the town, he noted a shadow leaning against the back wall. He shuddered, reminds me of what Heero would be doing. Cold eyed creep! Dangerous too! he added silently to himself as his face split into a grin. Heero wouldn't be here in this corner of the world; too coincidental. His gaze traveled around the room, resting critically with the occupants of each table.
A tall, thin man sat opposite a rather heavyset lady. Duo noted the irony as he observed that the man ate only a salad, while the woman had a formidable array of dishes surrounding her, and was working to finish a steak. Every now and then, she stopped and took a bite of the chocolate cake that sat at her left elbow. Some how it wasn't a real surprise that she addressed her companion as "Jack." After a private chuckle, Duo went back to his observations.
Two fashionable dressed ladies sat with two well dressed men. The ladies seemed to be more in the mood to flirt than to eat, and one winked at Duo when their eyes met. He grinned appreciatively, and waggled his eyebrows. Just then her dinner companion/escort looked up and frowning at the braided kid, engaged her in conversation. Sighing, Duo looked away, and his attention was drawn by movement towards the front of the room.
A girl was making her way through the tables, her light brown hair swirling about her shoulders like a waterfall. She wore a simple light gray dress that fell around her ankles and was tied at the waist with a forest green sash. Following her was a young man, not much older than himself, Duo noted, with interest. His face seemed a bit pale against his dark brown hair, and his eyes seemed to be constantly watching.
When a slightly intoxicated patron made a move towards the young lady, he was met with a glare that promised instant harm. Duo started; if that wasn't Heero, it sure was his double. They moved on through the room to a table at the back of the room not far from where he sat, and soon after were joined by another figure in a black jacket. Duo got up unobtrusively and sauntered over to them.
The occupants of the table stopped whatever conversation they were having and turned to look at him. Duo's jaw dropped open and he stared. Two Heeros glared back at him.
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A few minutes later, the braided pilot leaned back in his chair and gave a low whistle. With his hair brushed out of his eyes and without the glare, Trev no longer looked like the cold pilot of 01. He probably had a sense of humor even, although at the moment he was in dead serious mode. Duo watched as he slid his hand across the table to Heero, and for a moment a disk was visible. Then Heero drew his hand in and concealed it on himself. Looking behind Duo, Heero shifted his gaze back to the pilot of Deathscythe.
"Duo, get up and go to the men's room." Duo looked surprised to be addressed like that, but he obligingly left for the back of the restaurant, where the restrooms were located. Glancing back over his shoulder as he disappeared through the doorway, he saw three OZ pilots making their way towards the back tables. Trev seemed to have reassumed his Heero-like charade, while they waited out the situation.
Half an hour later, Heero entered and gestured stiffly to Duo who was leaning against the wall, looking bored. The braided pilot looked curiously at the stiff back in front of him as the walked out of the restaurant. He noted the OZ pilots leaving their table as he followed Heero out the front door. Heero led him to a black jeep parked out back. Trev and TJ already had arranged themselves inside, TJ behind the wheel. As soon as the two gundam pilots jumped in, she shifted the jeep into first and eased out of the lot.
Duo turned around from looking out the back window after they turned for a second time. "Don't look, but we got company." He pulled out his pistol and moved to aim at the jeep behind, which was full of OZies. Heero glared at him and grabbed his arm. "Do that and there will be more than four or five looking for us." Duo put the pistol away and glared back.
Trev turned around from the front and spoke to the two unreasonable beings in the back. "Don't worry, where we're headed, they may get in, but they'll never get out."
They rode on in a tense silence as the jeep weaved its way down rutted dirt lanes deeper into the forests that abound in southern areas of what had previously been known as Germany. The Earth Sphere Alliance may have been able to change the name, but they could never change the people. Locally they still referred to their land as the Republic of Germany, but silently, as OZ was not tolerant to such language. Most of the rebels came from the most patriotic of its citizens.
After another half hour of riding around on the trails, Trev directed TJ to turn off at one particularly faint path. Five minutes later, they found themselves in a cave. Trev hopped out of the car and motioned for the others to stay put. After tapping in a code on a hidden keypad at the entrance, he ran back to the jeep and jumped inside. Slowly, the floor began to move.
TJ gave a start and moved as if to jump out of the vehicle, but a hand on her shoulder restrained her. Duo also seemed surprised. Heero sat impassive in the back, eyes closed. He already knew where they were heading. The elevator stopped about fifteen feet down, and Trev switched places with TJ, driving down a dark sloping passage. One hundred feet forward, he stopped the jeep and shut off the engine. "We have to walk from here."
Pulling a flashlight out of the glove box, he proceeded down the tunnel again, followed closely by the other three. As the passage opened up into a large room, Duo and TJ stood stock still, mouths open. Revealed in the solitary beam of light, lay piles upon piles of mobiles suits and parts thereof.
"Welcome to my underground bunkers, people."
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The original characters Trev, TJ © Trevor_X1
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"...I have a mission for you."
The boy stopped his frantic typing for the time being, realizing the futility of it all. TJ glanced over at the door, making sure it was locked before coming closer to stare at the screen. "Who is it?" She whispered.
"I don't know."
The reply was hushed, the pair talking in low tones even though they had no particular cause to do so. During their conversation, the voice droned on.
"The mission specifications will now download to your data disk, take care that you are not discovered. Do not compromise yourself."
The claw clicked three more times and then replaced with a blank screen. The two occupants of the room stared at one another, unsure as to what they had just witnessed. "O-kay. that was weird." the girl brushed away a strand of hair from her face as she spoke. "What did you do?"
Trev frowned, typing a few keys tentatively to see if there would be any response. None was forthcoming. The humming of the hard disk was the only sound in the room. "I haven't a clue. I must have triggered some kind of message drop accidentally, and now I've got somebody else's mission. Just what I needed." The exasperation was clear in his voice. "And the drop seems to have preempted my interference in any way. I just hope it doesn't erase anything." he stopped abruptly as the screen darkened and the system rebooted.
Quickly opening files and folders, he managed to assess the fact that all seemed to be in order; the exception being the new files downloaded to his hard disk. "It looks like everything is here alright." his voice trailing off as he copied the offending files to an optical disk. That done, Trev proceeded to bury the originals under a layer of heavy encryption. Satisfied finally that he'd made everything as secure as he could at present, he was surprised at the chat box that popped up when he reconnected to the internet.
"Meet me at the 'faded vineyard', tomorrow, 1700 hours. Bring the disk along with your explanation."
Worried, he typed back. "where will I know where to find you? Who are you?"
"Look for the shadows. In a leather jacket. Bring a companion and have her wear gray and green. I'll know you by it."
Fingers paused above the keyboard for a moment, whilst many thoughts played across his face. Trev finally managed to type out, "I'll be there." before the connection was broken, and he hastily disconnected from the internet.
Looking up at TJ, he saw her concern mirrored his own. "What did you just inadvertently get us into?"
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*SLASH!*
Duo cut through another mobile suit in the minor skirmish that he'd picked. Ambush was his style, and he was enjoying himself to the fullest, although more for the thrill of piloting Deathscythe than for destroying the few defenseless Leos that he was fighting; they would never be a match for a gundam. A few slashes and a toss of his buster shield and it was over. The Leos lay in pieces, a smoking reminder that no one ever saw a gundam and lived to tell about it.
After hiding his gundam in a wooded area several hundred miles from where he had struck, Duo started for the nearest town. He'd have a little fun this evening, and forget about the war that he was an intricate part of. He pulled his jacket around his shoulder and shivered involuntarily, trying to push the memory of the smoking, burned piles of metal that marked his latest battle. It always reminded him of the ruins of the Maxwell Church. Although his greatest reason for fighting, he hated returning to the memories of that day.
Hours later, as he sat in a dark corner of one of the small restaurants in the town, he noted a shadow leaning against the back wall. He shuddered, reminds me of what Heero would be doing. Cold eyed creep! Dangerous too! he added silently to himself as his face split into a grin. Heero wouldn't be here in this corner of the world; too coincidental. His gaze traveled around the room, resting critically with the occupants of each table.
A tall, thin man sat opposite a rather heavyset lady. Duo noted the irony as he observed that the man ate only a salad, while the woman had a formidable array of dishes surrounding her, and was working to finish a steak. Every now and then, she stopped and took a bite of the chocolate cake that sat at her left elbow. Some how it wasn't a real surprise that she addressed her companion as "Jack." After a private chuckle, Duo went back to his observations.
Two fashionable dressed ladies sat with two well dressed men. The ladies seemed to be more in the mood to flirt than to eat, and one winked at Duo when their eyes met. He grinned appreciatively, and waggled his eyebrows. Just then her dinner companion/escort looked up and frowning at the braided kid, engaged her in conversation. Sighing, Duo looked away, and his attention was drawn by movement towards the front of the room.
A girl was making her way through the tables, her light brown hair swirling about her shoulders like a waterfall. She wore a simple light gray dress that fell around her ankles and was tied at the waist with a forest green sash. Following her was a young man, not much older than himself, Duo noted, with interest. His face seemed a bit pale against his dark brown hair, and his eyes seemed to be constantly watching.
When a slightly intoxicated patron made a move towards the young lady, he was met with a glare that promised instant harm. Duo started; if that wasn't Heero, it sure was his double. They moved on through the room to a table at the back of the room not far from where he sat, and soon after were joined by another figure in a black jacket. Duo got up unobtrusively and sauntered over to them.
The occupants of the table stopped whatever conversation they were having and turned to look at him. Duo's jaw dropped open and he stared. Two Heeros glared back at him.
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A few minutes later, the braided pilot leaned back in his chair and gave a low whistle. With his hair brushed out of his eyes and without the glare, Trev no longer looked like the cold pilot of 01. He probably had a sense of humor even, although at the moment he was in dead serious mode. Duo watched as he slid his hand across the table to Heero, and for a moment a disk was visible. Then Heero drew his hand in and concealed it on himself. Looking behind Duo, Heero shifted his gaze back to the pilot of Deathscythe.
"Duo, get up and go to the men's room." Duo looked surprised to be addressed like that, but he obligingly left for the back of the restaurant, where the restrooms were located. Glancing back over his shoulder as he disappeared through the doorway, he saw three OZ pilots making their way towards the back tables. Trev seemed to have reassumed his Heero-like charade, while they waited out the situation.
Half an hour later, Heero entered and gestured stiffly to Duo who was leaning against the wall, looking bored. The braided pilot looked curiously at the stiff back in front of him as the walked out of the restaurant. He noted the OZ pilots leaving their table as he followed Heero out the front door. Heero led him to a black jeep parked out back. Trev and TJ already had arranged themselves inside, TJ behind the wheel. As soon as the two gundam pilots jumped in, she shifted the jeep into first and eased out of the lot.
Duo turned around from looking out the back window after they turned for a second time. "Don't look, but we got company." He pulled out his pistol and moved to aim at the jeep behind, which was full of OZies. Heero glared at him and grabbed his arm. "Do that and there will be more than four or five looking for us." Duo put the pistol away and glared back.
Trev turned around from the front and spoke to the two unreasonable beings in the back. "Don't worry, where we're headed, they may get in, but they'll never get out."
They rode on in a tense silence as the jeep weaved its way down rutted dirt lanes deeper into the forests that abound in southern areas of what had previously been known as Germany. The Earth Sphere Alliance may have been able to change the name, but they could never change the people. Locally they still referred to their land as the Republic of Germany, but silently, as OZ was not tolerant to such language. Most of the rebels came from the most patriotic of its citizens.
After another half hour of riding around on the trails, Trev directed TJ to turn off at one particularly faint path. Five minutes later, they found themselves in a cave. Trev hopped out of the car and motioned for the others to stay put. After tapping in a code on a hidden keypad at the entrance, he ran back to the jeep and jumped inside. Slowly, the floor began to move.
TJ gave a start and moved as if to jump out of the vehicle, but a hand on her shoulder restrained her. Duo also seemed surprised. Heero sat impassive in the back, eyes closed. He already knew where they were heading. The elevator stopped about fifteen feet down, and Trev switched places with TJ, driving down a dark sloping passage. One hundred feet forward, he stopped the jeep and shut off the engine. "We have to walk from here."
Pulling a flashlight out of the glove box, he proceeded down the tunnel again, followed closely by the other three. As the passage opened up into a large room, Duo and TJ stood stock still, mouths open. Revealed in the solitary beam of light, lay piles upon piles of mobiles suits and parts thereof.
"Welcome to my underground bunkers, people."
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