Twist of Fate
Chapter 2
By: IceQueen
AN: I know, I know. I took too long in getting this written. I always do. Well, here we are: Chapter 2. Wondering what's gonna happen, aren't you? Well, that makes two of us. Eegri's having fun with this chapter, right?
Eegri: Yep yep. ::Smiles:: No one will suspect it... maybe, maybe not!
Ice: Don't mind her. She's been having fun ideas with this chapter. I'm told it's going to be very interesting. Let's hope so.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. Haha, now I am un-sueable! No one can stop me now!
Ages: Hotaru-19
Makoto-20
Daea-19
G-Boys-20
Trowa-21
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Hotaru woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Just a dream, she told herself, just a dream. Slowly her racing pulse calmed, and her breathing went back to normal. "Just a dream," she repeated out loud.
Quietly she slipped out of bed, to be sure no one would be aware of her nocturnal wandering. Hotaru walked across the hall and into the bathroom, slashing cold water on her pale face. I look like shit, she thought to herself, This will not do. Appearance is far too important today.
Quickly she slipped back into her room, and changed into grey sweats, sneakers, and a blue tank top. Hotaru exited the room silently, and paused at the door to her roommate's domain. Listening, she decided that her activities had not awoken her roommate. Funny, she thought, usually she's up at the first creak. Hotaru walked past carefully, and down the hall to another room, filled with exercise equipment.
She paused at the treadmill. It would be perfect. Enough exercise to get some color back into her face, but quiet enough not to wake anyone. She turned it on and started running full speed. After a half an hour Hotaru got off, soaked with sweat. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Shower time, she thought.
Hotaru walked past her roommate's room again, faintly surprised that she still wasn't up. It was well past 5:00, the time she usually arose. Hotaru turned on the hot water and enjoyed the way it ran in rivulets down her skin, taking with it the grime and dirt she had accumulated.
After her shower she discarded the clothes she had worked out in for favor of black cargos, and a red tank top, again with sneakers. It was now 5:45 in the morning. Time to wake the roommate.
Hotaru walked down the hallway to the door with yellow police tape across it saying, 'Warning: Police line. Do not cross.' She opened the door. "Wakie wakie," Hotaru called softly. "Mrrff," came the muffled reply. Hotaru picked a pillow off the floor and whacked her over the head with it. "Murr mr mrf," Her roommate grumbled. "Get up," Hotaru said coldly, "We have to prepare." "Alright, alright. I'm up," She said, while pulling her wavy brown hair away from her face. "Good, take a shower. I'll make breakfast," Hotaru told her before leaving the room, door wide open.
Makoto groaned, and struggled out of the tangled mess that were her blankets. Stumbling around she remembered the dream. Where had it come from? What did it mean? Jupiter? Saturn? Chaos and Strife? Who were they? She pushed it out of the way. She had more immediate things to concentrate on.
She got out of bed and went to the closet, pulling out khakis, and a navy blue polo shirt. Makoto went into the hallway, noticing the scent of breakfast already, and went into the bathroom to enjoy a long, hot shower.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen Hotaru plopped the strips of bacon into the frying pan and stirred up the scrambled eggs. Makoto, her roommate, she had been in that dream. Why? And why would she be someone named 'Jupiter?' It made no sense.
Oh, well. Time to focus on the mission. Today would be the only day that security would be loose enough in Winner Corps. to get in. This was their only chance and they could not afford to mess it up.
First they would enter the building at different points, Hotaru would then wait until Makoto gave the signal. Then she would proceed up to the 34th floor with Makoto watching her back. On the floor she would enter Mr.Winner's private office, crack the safe, and get the needed materials. Then they'd get the hell out of there, and hopefully, not get caught. It was a very dangerous mission. Especially dangerous since they were walking straight into the lion's den, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Hotaru looked down, the eggs were done, as was the bacon. She turned off the burners and scooped them onto plates. Just that instant Makoto came out of the shower.
"Morning," she said cheerfully. "Good morning. How did you sleep?" Hotaru asked. "Eh, not too good. Bad dreams," Makoto replied. "Me too." Hotaru said while looking down. Makoto shoveled food in her mouth, while Hotaru only picked at it.
After breakfast the girls proceeded to run through their list of preparations, and get ready.
~*~***~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
At 1600 hours Makoto took off in a limo, heading towards the Winner Corporation Headquarters. She had dressed in a long emerald gown with her hair loose and wore gold earring and a necklace.
Also occurring at 1600 hours Hotaru drove herself to the Winner Corporation Headquarters. She'd chosen to wear a black pantsuit and flat dress shoes. It would be better for all the running. She activated the communicator in her watch.
At 1620 both women arrived at Winner Corporation and entered through opposite ends of the building. Hotaru sat down in a chair and read the New York Times, awaiting for Makoto's confirmation.
Makoto entered through the East Doors, and went down a hallway to the right. After making several turns she wound up at a security room. Smiling softly, she pulled out a gun with a silencer from her purse. She took a deep breath, turned the knob and walked in. "Hey!" Shouted a security guard. The next sound heard was a faint *blip* as she shot the man straight through the heart. She closed the doors and sent confirmation to Hotaru.
It was 1630 when a faint "Go," was heard as confirmation. Hotaru folded and replaced the paper, got up smoothly and hit the elevator button. A few seconds later the doors opened to a thankfully empty elevator. She hit the button for the 34th floor. The computer asked for identity confirmation. She flashed a fake ID at the screen. It said her name was 'Karen Stone', and she had brown hair, brown eyes. She also had clearance. It accepted the pass, and proceeded to floor 34.
At 1633 Makoto spotted two guards outside the elevator and two more in front of Mr.Winner's office. "Two once you open the doors," she said into the communicator. She could feel worry twinging in her gut. This was the riskiest stunt they'd pulled yet. On the screen she saw Hotaru step out of the elevator, saw the guards surprised faces, and saw Hotaru shoot them with a silenced pistol. "Two in front of the office," She informed Hotaru. In front of the office she could see Hotaru walk boldly around the corner, aim perfectly, and shoot them dead in the heart.
At 1635 Hotaru punched in the code which would give her access to Quatre Winner's office. 'Access granted,' flashed across the screen. She pushed open the door, and walked immediately to the safe hidden behind the Van Gogh painting. Hotaru removed the screen and punched in the magic numbers. '10-37-42,' She thought to herself and smiled when the safe popped open. She grabbed the briefcase she'd set down and put in the disk and a few papers containing bank account numbers. Hotaru then set down a white card with their symbol on it.
Suddenly she stopped in shock and realized what that rapidly blinking light meant. "Shit!" She cursed out loud. "Abort. I repeat, abort!" Hotaru cried into the communicator.
At 1640 Makoto heard the order to abort. Oh shit, she thought to herself. She saw Hotaru running through the stairwell towards the roof. Then that's where she'd go too. Makoto took off running through the maze of hallways until she came to the South Stairway. She pushed open the door and took the steps two at a time all the way up. Dimly, she wondered if Hotaru were okay.
At 1641 Hotaru was frantically running up the stairs to get to the 52nd floor. She pressed a button on her watch, which made the car she'd arrived in blow up in the parking lot. Leave no evidence behind, Hotaru thought. Suddenly a door burst open to her right. "Freeze!" Quatre cried, pointing a gun straight at them. Hotaru turned to continue running, but then heard another door open.
A second later a black-haired man stood above her, holding yet another gun. "Drop your weapon," Quatre told her. Slowly she moved to put it down. That's when she noticed a funny smell permeating the air. She realized it was sleeping gas, and covered her mouth and nose with a hand. The Chinese man was already asleep, and Quatre suddenly dropped to the ground too.
At 1642 she arrived in the same stairwell she knew Hotaru was going to use. She unleashed the container of sleeping gas, and waited until the enemy was asleep. Then she stepped out. "Are you coming?" She asked the kneeling Hotaru. The girl looked shocked, but quickly got up, got her things and started running up. She turned and ran alongside her.
At 1643 Makoto burst onto the roof to see a helicopter running. Assuming it was Hotaru she put on a burst of speed. "Hotaru? Hotaru?" She called frantically. She decided to wait until she either received confirmation that Hotaru was dead or alive.
At 1643 Hotaru ran up a flight of steps alongside a white-haired girl. "You are?" she asked breathlessly. "Daea," was the reply. "Hotaru," she panted out, "Thanks for saving my ass back there." "No problem," Daea responded. Suddenly they reached floor 52 and burst out onto the roof.
"Makoto!" Hotaru called out. "Here!" She heard, then saw her as she stepped out from behind a running helicopter. "Let's go!" Daea cried and hopped into the helicopter. Makoto and Hotaru did the same just as all five of the ex-Gundam pilots came running onto the roof. The helicopter lifted off the ground as shots rang off. Suddenly they were up in the air. "Mission accomplished," Hotaru gasped out. "Barely," Makoto replied from her seat in the back.
"Now, who are you?" Makoto asked the stranger. "Daea. Daea Winters," She told them, "I was sent here to help you." "By whom?" Hotaru asked. "Isis," Daea informed them. "Oh. Okay," Hotaru answered. Makoto nodded.
They knew Isis. She was their boss. She'd taken both girls in when they were young. Organized their missions. If Daea had been sent by her it was okay. They had nothing to worry about.
~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Kisama!" Wufei cursed inside Quatre's office. "Not only did they take the account numbers, they got the disc too!" Quatre cried. "Calm down, everyone. We're Preventors, we'll just use our resources," Heero told them. "What did you have in mind?" Duo asked. "We'll have the place dusted. Question everyone who was in the East and West lobbies at the time. Examine security tapes," Heero told them. Trowa nodded his agreement.
~Fin~
AN: Soo, what did you think? Good? Bad? Tell me in your review. I know, lately there've been a lot of criminal stories, but mine's different. I promise! It'll be cool. You'll see. Peace out. ~IceQueen
Chapter 2
By: IceQueen
AN: I know, I know. I took too long in getting this written. I always do. Well, here we are: Chapter 2. Wondering what's gonna happen, aren't you? Well, that makes two of us. Eegri's having fun with this chapter, right?
Eegri: Yep yep. ::Smiles:: No one will suspect it... maybe, maybe not!
Ice: Don't mind her. She's been having fun ideas with this chapter. I'm told it's going to be very interesting. Let's hope so.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon. Haha, now I am un-sueable! No one can stop me now!
Ages: Hotaru-19
Makoto-20
Daea-19
G-Boys-20
Trowa-21
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Hotaru woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Just a dream, she told herself, just a dream. Slowly her racing pulse calmed, and her breathing went back to normal. "Just a dream," she repeated out loud.
Quietly she slipped out of bed, to be sure no one would be aware of her nocturnal wandering. Hotaru walked across the hall and into the bathroom, slashing cold water on her pale face. I look like shit, she thought to herself, This will not do. Appearance is far too important today.
Quickly she slipped back into her room, and changed into grey sweats, sneakers, and a blue tank top. Hotaru exited the room silently, and paused at the door to her roommate's domain. Listening, she decided that her activities had not awoken her roommate. Funny, she thought, usually she's up at the first creak. Hotaru walked past carefully, and down the hall to another room, filled with exercise equipment.
She paused at the treadmill. It would be perfect. Enough exercise to get some color back into her face, but quiet enough not to wake anyone. She turned it on and started running full speed. After a half an hour Hotaru got off, soaked with sweat. She wrinkled her nose in disgust. Shower time, she thought.
Hotaru walked past her roommate's room again, faintly surprised that she still wasn't up. It was well past 5:00, the time she usually arose. Hotaru turned on the hot water and enjoyed the way it ran in rivulets down her skin, taking with it the grime and dirt she had accumulated.
After her shower she discarded the clothes she had worked out in for favor of black cargos, and a red tank top, again with sneakers. It was now 5:45 in the morning. Time to wake the roommate.
Hotaru walked down the hallway to the door with yellow police tape across it saying, 'Warning: Police line. Do not cross.' She opened the door. "Wakie wakie," Hotaru called softly. "Mrrff," came the muffled reply. Hotaru picked a pillow off the floor and whacked her over the head with it. "Murr mr mrf," Her roommate grumbled. "Get up," Hotaru said coldly, "We have to prepare." "Alright, alright. I'm up," She said, while pulling her wavy brown hair away from her face. "Good, take a shower. I'll make breakfast," Hotaru told her before leaving the room, door wide open.
Makoto groaned, and struggled out of the tangled mess that were her blankets. Stumbling around she remembered the dream. Where had it come from? What did it mean? Jupiter? Saturn? Chaos and Strife? Who were they? She pushed it out of the way. She had more immediate things to concentrate on.
She got out of bed and went to the closet, pulling out khakis, and a navy blue polo shirt. Makoto went into the hallway, noticing the scent of breakfast already, and went into the bathroom to enjoy a long, hot shower.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen Hotaru plopped the strips of bacon into the frying pan and stirred up the scrambled eggs. Makoto, her roommate, she had been in that dream. Why? And why would she be someone named 'Jupiter?' It made no sense.
Oh, well. Time to focus on the mission. Today would be the only day that security would be loose enough in Winner Corps. to get in. This was their only chance and they could not afford to mess it up.
First they would enter the building at different points, Hotaru would then wait until Makoto gave the signal. Then she would proceed up to the 34th floor with Makoto watching her back. On the floor she would enter Mr.Winner's private office, crack the safe, and get the needed materials. Then they'd get the hell out of there, and hopefully, not get caught. It was a very dangerous mission. Especially dangerous since they were walking straight into the lion's den, but nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Hotaru looked down, the eggs were done, as was the bacon. She turned off the burners and scooped them onto plates. Just that instant Makoto came out of the shower.
"Morning," she said cheerfully. "Good morning. How did you sleep?" Hotaru asked. "Eh, not too good. Bad dreams," Makoto replied. "Me too." Hotaru said while looking down. Makoto shoveled food in her mouth, while Hotaru only picked at it.
After breakfast the girls proceeded to run through their list of preparations, and get ready.
~*~***~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
At 1600 hours Makoto took off in a limo, heading towards the Winner Corporation Headquarters. She had dressed in a long emerald gown with her hair loose and wore gold earring and a necklace.
Also occurring at 1600 hours Hotaru drove herself to the Winner Corporation Headquarters. She'd chosen to wear a black pantsuit and flat dress shoes. It would be better for all the running. She activated the communicator in her watch.
At 1620 both women arrived at Winner Corporation and entered through opposite ends of the building. Hotaru sat down in a chair and read the New York Times, awaiting for Makoto's confirmation.
Makoto entered through the East Doors, and went down a hallway to the right. After making several turns she wound up at a security room. Smiling softly, she pulled out a gun with a silencer from her purse. She took a deep breath, turned the knob and walked in. "Hey!" Shouted a security guard. The next sound heard was a faint *blip* as she shot the man straight through the heart. She closed the doors and sent confirmation to Hotaru.
It was 1630 when a faint "Go," was heard as confirmation. Hotaru folded and replaced the paper, got up smoothly and hit the elevator button. A few seconds later the doors opened to a thankfully empty elevator. She hit the button for the 34th floor. The computer asked for identity confirmation. She flashed a fake ID at the screen. It said her name was 'Karen Stone', and she had brown hair, brown eyes. She also had clearance. It accepted the pass, and proceeded to floor 34.
At 1633 Makoto spotted two guards outside the elevator and two more in front of Mr.Winner's office. "Two once you open the doors," she said into the communicator. She could feel worry twinging in her gut. This was the riskiest stunt they'd pulled yet. On the screen she saw Hotaru step out of the elevator, saw the guards surprised faces, and saw Hotaru shoot them with a silenced pistol. "Two in front of the office," She informed Hotaru. In front of the office she could see Hotaru walk boldly around the corner, aim perfectly, and shoot them dead in the heart.
At 1635 Hotaru punched in the code which would give her access to Quatre Winner's office. 'Access granted,' flashed across the screen. She pushed open the door, and walked immediately to the safe hidden behind the Van Gogh painting. Hotaru removed the screen and punched in the magic numbers. '10-37-42,' She thought to herself and smiled when the safe popped open. She grabbed the briefcase she'd set down and put in the disk and a few papers containing bank account numbers. Hotaru then set down a white card with their symbol on it.
Suddenly she stopped in shock and realized what that rapidly blinking light meant. "Shit!" She cursed out loud. "Abort. I repeat, abort!" Hotaru cried into the communicator.
At 1640 Makoto heard the order to abort. Oh shit, she thought to herself. She saw Hotaru running through the stairwell towards the roof. Then that's where she'd go too. Makoto took off running through the maze of hallways until she came to the South Stairway. She pushed open the door and took the steps two at a time all the way up. Dimly, she wondered if Hotaru were okay.
At 1641 Hotaru was frantically running up the stairs to get to the 52nd floor. She pressed a button on her watch, which made the car she'd arrived in blow up in the parking lot. Leave no evidence behind, Hotaru thought. Suddenly a door burst open to her right. "Freeze!" Quatre cried, pointing a gun straight at them. Hotaru turned to continue running, but then heard another door open.
A second later a black-haired man stood above her, holding yet another gun. "Drop your weapon," Quatre told her. Slowly she moved to put it down. That's when she noticed a funny smell permeating the air. She realized it was sleeping gas, and covered her mouth and nose with a hand. The Chinese man was already asleep, and Quatre suddenly dropped to the ground too.
At 1642 she arrived in the same stairwell she knew Hotaru was going to use. She unleashed the container of sleeping gas, and waited until the enemy was asleep. Then she stepped out. "Are you coming?" She asked the kneeling Hotaru. The girl looked shocked, but quickly got up, got her things and started running up. She turned and ran alongside her.
At 1643 Makoto burst onto the roof to see a helicopter running. Assuming it was Hotaru she put on a burst of speed. "Hotaru? Hotaru?" She called frantically. She decided to wait until she either received confirmation that Hotaru was dead or alive.
At 1643 Hotaru ran up a flight of steps alongside a white-haired girl. "You are?" she asked breathlessly. "Daea," was the reply. "Hotaru," she panted out, "Thanks for saving my ass back there." "No problem," Daea responded. Suddenly they reached floor 52 and burst out onto the roof.
"Makoto!" Hotaru called out. "Here!" She heard, then saw her as she stepped out from behind a running helicopter. "Let's go!" Daea cried and hopped into the helicopter. Makoto and Hotaru did the same just as all five of the ex-Gundam pilots came running onto the roof. The helicopter lifted off the ground as shots rang off. Suddenly they were up in the air. "Mission accomplished," Hotaru gasped out. "Barely," Makoto replied from her seat in the back.
"Now, who are you?" Makoto asked the stranger. "Daea. Daea Winters," She told them, "I was sent here to help you." "By whom?" Hotaru asked. "Isis," Daea informed them. "Oh. Okay," Hotaru answered. Makoto nodded.
They knew Isis. She was their boss. She'd taken both girls in when they were young. Organized their missions. If Daea had been sent by her it was okay. They had nothing to worry about.
~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Kisama!" Wufei cursed inside Quatre's office. "Not only did they take the account numbers, they got the disc too!" Quatre cried. "Calm down, everyone. We're Preventors, we'll just use our resources," Heero told them. "What did you have in mind?" Duo asked. "We'll have the place dusted. Question everyone who was in the East and West lobbies at the time. Examine security tapes," Heero told them. Trowa nodded his agreement.
~Fin~
AN: Soo, what did you think? Good? Bad? Tell me in your review. I know, lately there've been a lot of criminal stories, but mine's different. I promise! It'll be cool. You'll see. Peace out. ~IceQueen
