Failed mission ch 7

Disclaimer- don't own it. Never will. Oh, well. I'm sick of typing this up.

Warnings- hmmm...same as the other six chapters. Fairly standard for a GW fic, wouldn't you say? Just watch out for flying curse words, ok? (I am so NOT a saint, heehee..)

AN- none, except that I'm sorry it's taking so long for me to churn these chapters out. Also, my spelling and grammar suck, so any mistakes, or inconsistencies in plot are completely my own. I don't have a beta, though I wish I did (hint-hint) ^-^x, and this is un-edited, as well...sooo...I may go back and clean it up, and perhaps submit it to other websites. If any of you own a website, and would like to put it up, just email me @ krisnkriss@hotmail.com.

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The ride to the base Heero had been heading to was a tense one. The boys left their gundams at a safe enough distance away, but close enough that if it came to a fight of brute force, the Oz bastards would feel the wrath of the gundams. They split into two teams, each wearing emergency signals strapped around their wrists. If need be the pulse could be activated, alerting the others on that frequency. They took a risk that Oz might be able to pick up on the frequency but none of them was willing to lose another teammate. Bulletproof vests were added as a precaution, along with explosives, their guns and extra magazine clips were all strapped in various easy to reach places. Each had a copy of the map of the base. Standard first aid supplies were tucked away, with a full first aid kit complete with various stolen, or otherwise acquired, medical supplies in their gundams.

Group A was Quatre and Duo. They were to create a diversion outside. Then Duo would leave Quatre in a predetermined place fairly close to his gundam, while Duo would go spring Heero's gundam from the clutches of Oz by overriding the entrance codes into 01, and prep it for flight. He would then program it to fly to a safe house near enough to their's that they could go pick it up at a later date.

Team B consisted of Trowa and Wufei. They were going to sneak in. Wufei would pick up pilot 01, and Trowa would erase all, if any, information that they had acquired from the pilot. Before they left, as a precaution, they were going to blow the base up.

"Our watches are synchronized. We'll wait ten minutes before blowing the quarters, since they're supposed to be across the base from the prison cells. That will draw the soldiers more towards us and buy you some time to get Heero out of there, and erase all the info. We'll wait for another ten minutes to make sure you've gotten Heero out of there. Then we'll blow the mobile suit docks. Duo will go take care of Wing Zero while I hurry to my gundam to provide cover for you all. Then he'll come back me up. We'll give you guys cover. Once you are in your gundams and everything is secure we blow the base." All nodded after Quatre's quick re-brief.

"Alright. Trowa and I will get going then. Ready, Barton?" The Chinese boy glanced at his partner. The European nodded, locking an intense gaze with his lover before turning away.

"Hey, be careful, guys!" Quatre called softly after the other two pilots. Trowa turned enough to give him a small smile, before darting away after Wufei.

"They'll be alright Quat, now let's go. It's time for Death to make an appearance." Duo's eyes flashed with a current of pure malice for an instant. Quatre nodded, and they got into position. Beside him, Quatre could feel Duo already beginning to fidget, eager to get their mission underway.

"Come on Duo. We have to hurry." The bombs were set up easily enough. They glanced at their watches. "Ready over here Duo."

"Yup. Let's blow it up already!" Duo grinned over his shoulder at the Arabian pilot. Quatre had a bit of a growth spurt lately. He was now as tall as Duo, and easily towered over Heero and Wufei. Pilot 04 faded from Quatre's face, and his eyes softened as he glanced back at Duo. His soft blue eyes held a touch of amusement in regards to his friend.

"What is it with you and explosions? I'm never trusting you with fireworks again, you know." As usual Quatre knew just how to drain the tension out of a situation and put people at ease. The Arabian double checked the set up, and positioning of the bombs, and when he glanced back at Duo again, pilot 04 was back. Those eyes that were as light and clear blue as a desert sky, were uncharacteristically intense and hardened. Duo's head bowed for a moment as he clutched at his cross, his lips moving soundlessly. Quatre smiled grimly. The great Shinigami praying for the souls of the men he was about to kill. Those sharp violet eyes snapped open and he gave Duo a slight nod. They flipped a switch on the timer to set it, and took off at a run.

The explosions alerted Trowa and Wufei who slipped inside the base amidst the chaos. The soldiers who hadn't headed towards the quarters, and there weren't many, were dodged for the most part. Those who couldn't be dodged were taken down with a silenced pistol.

Trowa's cultivated cat-like grace found him atop a beam that ran above an Oz desk accessible from a balcony. That desk sat at the beginning of the hallway that cut across electronically locked and activated cell doors. The circus performer depended upon Wufei's martial arts and stealth skills to claim the errant guards left along the cold corridor. Trowa set to work clipping various wires to disable the alarms and power supplies to the prison doors. He also clipped the wires for the lights, leaving only the emergency lights on. He mentally congratulated Oz's foresight in installing such basic and common emergency electrical systems. Tucking his wire cutters back onto his person, he turned and crouched on the catwalk. He saw Wufei waiting below him, so he hung down off the beam from his knees, hooking his heels underneath the beam. Wufei hopped on top of the desk and grabbed Trowa's hands. Between his and Trowa's strength he hooked his arms around the beam and swung himself up. Straddling the beam, Wufei helped pull Trowa up, until he was sitting.

"I'll go get Yuy. You go erase the data. You're better with computers than I am." Wufei handed a disk to Trowa.

"Give me a few minutes. You go scope out the cell, ok?" Wufei nodded.

"I'll wait for you before I go in. The computers are just right back through there." He pointed to a small door. Trowa nodded and dropped to the ground soundlessly, but not before he heard Wufei whisper 'Good luck.'

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Ok, my laptop batter is going to die, so I'll end this here. R&R please, minna!!! ^-^x