Twist of Fate
Chapter 6
By: IceQueen


Disclaimer: Don't own GW or SM. KK? KK.
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Hotaru walked into the apartment and sighed. It appeared she was the first one home. She set her parcel down on the floor, and plopped onto the couch gracelessly.

"Hey, you're home," Daea said behind her. "No, I'm just an astral projection," she replied, rolling her eyes. "Don't get snippy," Daea said and sat in the armchair across from her.

"Where's Mako?" Hotaru asked, curious as to why her friend wasn't home yet. "I have no idea. She never came back," Daea told her while worrying a fingernail.

At this news Hotaru cursed, and bolted up and out of the room.

"What? What is it?" Daea cried, hurring after her. "She's been captured."
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Makoto groaned again, not amused by their persistence. "Look, I have no fucking idea what you morons are babbling about."

"Where the disk you took from Winner Corps.?" Heero asked again. "C'mon babe, don't make us get violent," Duo warned.

"For the umpteenth time: I DON'T KNOW!!!!" Makoto screamed, losing her control finally.

Duo took an involuntary step back, stunned by the sudden outburst. Heero just looked irritated. He didn't believe her, like always. Unexpectedly, Trowa stepped forward.

"I think we should continue interrogations later."

Duo's jaw dropped. Was he crazy? There might not be a 'later!' Heero blinked, then nodded his approval and left. Duo sighed, gave up, and left as well. Only Trowa remained in the cramped interrogation room.

"What do you want?" Makoto asked coldly, glaring with all her might.
Trowa shrugged, walked over to the water cooler, and lifted the tab. The cool liquid flowed into a cup, which he set down in front of Makoto. Then poured a glass for himself.

He sat down with his water directly across from Makoto and proceeded to drink his water in silence.

After a torturous few minutes Makoto gave in and drank her water. She knew they were tricking her. They would take the cup after she was done and lift her fingerprints. Not that they'd find any.

She looked at her hands, perfect in every way, as though they were invented by Da Vinci himself. They were slender and creamy, and perfectly printless. The pads of her fingers were smooth and unmarred by any line of sorts. Isis had gone to great lengths to ensure that they wouldn't be traceable.

After finishing she simply looked at the green-eyed man, whose name she'd learned was Trowa. He stared back at her with those wide emerald eyes. She felt like she was falling into them, drowning in a sea of green. Trowa blinked, breaking the spell, and opened his mouth to speak.

"Why are you being so difficult?"

"Difficult? I don't see it as difficult. I'm merely staying afloat in the endless ocean of life."

Trowa sighed almost inaudibly. "I saw you with the disks. We reviewed them. Those are all very confidential files. Not many people know about them.

"I searched you and found one nine-millimeter gun with a silencer, two knives, four smoke bombs, and a can of sleeping gas.

"You were wearing a wig. Don't pull this 'I'm innocent' bullshit. You're not. Everyone can see that. The evidence points directly at you," Trowa told her, a frown pulling down the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not saying I'm innocent. I just never said I was guilty either. You're missing some very important distinctions," Makoto said with a half smile.

"You're nitpicking. You were there at Winner Corps. You're part of this, aren't you?" Trowa flashed a white card at her with an ankh on it. She could see the words, 'Ha Ha,' printed on it very deliberately in blood red marker.

She feigned innocence. "What is that? I've never seen it in my life."

"You know what it is. This is the symbol that the most lethal organized crime unit in the world uses," Trowa said, getting very annoyed.

"Oh. Well what's it mean?"

"It's the Egyptian symbol for everlasting life." Trowa informed her.

"Look," Trowa began, "Enough with this bullshit." He flung himself up from his seat, walked up to a corner of the room, and flicked off the security camera.

He walked back to his original chair and sat down again.

Makoto saw that he'd turned off the camera, and smiled mischievously at him. "Thank you," She started, "It was getting rather annoying, pretending to be something I'm not."

Trowa smirked triumphantly. He knew once he'd turn the camera off she'd talk!

"So," he began, "Why were you stealing at Winner Corps.?"

"Orders." Makoto said simply.

"Why were you stealing files here?"

"Orders," Came the answer again.

"Who are your orders from?"

"I can't tell you."

"Why not?"

"I don't know their name," Makoto said with a brilliant smile, and a nonchalant gesture.

Trowa hid his frustration.

"So why do you take orders from this person?" He asked.

" 'This person' helped me. Without 'this person' I'd still be roaming around homeless, and starving."

"I see..."

"No. You don't see. If you saw you wouldn't be so blind as to what's going to happen next."

"And what is going to happen next?"

Abruptly a knock came at the door. Ready to reem out whoever was interrupting a very important interrogation, Trowa ripped open the door. Only to be faced with a janitor.

"Excuse me, sir. I heard that the camera was broken. Gotta fix it," the small woman said as she strolled inside, "Don't mind me."

Trowa closed the door behind her, amazed by the janitorial staff's fast response time.

Suddenly, the janitor turned around and a nine-millimeter was pointed directly at his heart.

"Turn around, and put your hands against the wall." Trowa, realizing he had no choice, did so.

"Good boy." The woman said in an icy voice. He heard rustling behind him and then Makoto was standing up murmuring in his ear. "Told you that you wouldn't see what was happening next." She laughed softly and moved away.

The faux-janitor walked up to him and smiled. "You're one of the Immortal group, aren't you?"

"Why yes. I am. Happy to see me? Want a quote?"

"Not really."

"In that case, goodnight." The dark-haired woman raised the gun in her hands and slammed it down on his spinal cord as hard as she could. Trowa was knocked out instantly.

"Where to?" Makoto asked Hotaru.

"Daea's getting all the supplies they took from you. She'll meet us on the fourteenth floor. Here," Hotaru said, and handed Makoto yet another 9 mm. "Don't lose this one."

Hotaru opened the door to the interrogation room. In an instant Makoto had gone from being almost-in-prison to be almost-home-free.
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Daea put her ear to the door of the evidence room and listened. There were approximately three people inside. All she had to do was get it, get Mako's things, and get out.

Briefly she remembered how well her last in and out mission had gone. She prayed it wouldn't go like that again.

However, getting in should be easy. After all, the uniform she'd borrowed was standard, but the ID gave her authorization. Let's just hope there wasn't a digital picture on it.

Daea took a deep breath and turned the knob. The only person that greeted her was a guard behind a wire caged-booth thingy. She handed him her ID and told him she needed to get some evidence for the Immortal case. He nodded and let her pass.

Quickly Daea scanned the evidence aisles, looking for I. A-D.... E-I... yay! She walked down the aisle and found the file cabinet she was looking for. Ingacio... Intro... Inversion..... Immortal! She pulled out all the evidence in there, including the wig, and stuffed it into a briefcase.

"Thanks..." She called as she walked out of the room.

She began walking in a fast pace towards the elevator. As she walked down the hallway she passed a certain Chinese man.

Wufei turned to look at her, realized who she was and shouted, "Hey! Stop!"

Daea didn't stop. In fact, she ran at top speed to the elevator and got on just seconds before Wufei smacked into the closed doors. Frantically, she pushed the button for the fourteenth floor.
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Hotaru and Makoto came out of the stairwell on floor number fourteen. Both were looking around, scanning the halls with precision, until they heard...............

"Stop right there! Daea!" From down a hall leading to the elevators. Both girls spotted their white-haired friend immediately among all the drab browns and blondes. They also saw her pursuer. How he knew her name, they didn't have a clue, and they didn't care.

Makoto pulled out her gun and fired at him. Wufei, always quick on his feet, managed to dodge each bullet thrown his way.

Hotaru was about to join in the festivities when behind her she heard the safety of a gun click off. She spun on her heel and stood face to face with the 'Perfect Soldier.'

Daea came up panting beside Hotaru, her gun also trained on the Perfect Soldiers face.

Makoto cursed aloud when she realized they were surrounded. They didn't have a snowball's chance in hell at escaping. They had an ex-Pilot to either side of them.

"Drop your weapons," Heero ordered. Makoto and Daea hesitated, but Hotaru held up her 9mm and let it fall to the floor with a clatter in slow motion.

Mako and Daea soon followed suit.

"You know," Hotaru began, "I'm not impressed. I heard that the Perfect Soldier was something big and bad. All I see is a little boy with a big gun."

Daea had to stifle her giggles, turning pink in the face from doing so.

"Don't start. You're under arrest for..."

Abruptly Heero Yuy was interrupted by the rapid beats of helicopter wings. Startled, all five looked outside at the 'copter which was elevated parallel to the windows.

Hotaru saw the gun two seconds before it fired. "Get down!!!" She yelled, diving to the ground herself.

In a flash the big expensive window which had been right in front of them was nothing more than cheap shards of glass. "Let's go!" Daea yelled, and leaped out of the window.

She dropped into the biting wind, and grabbed hold of the ladder with one hand. For a bit she swung wildly before getting a strong grip on it and beginning to climb upwards.

Hotaru pushed Makoto out of the broken window, and she fell, windmilling her arms until she caught hold of the ladder and also began the journey up.

By this time Heero and Wufei were rising. Taking a chance, Hotaru signalled the helicopter to move away, while taking her own leap. She grabbed onto the swaying ladder, bits of wood biting into her hand like a thousand poison vipers, and held on tightly as the helicopter moved off at rapid speeds.

Gunfire sounded from back at the building. A lucky bullet actually hit its target and stuck in Hotaru's calf. She winced, but ignored the pain. Soon the bitter wind numbed the pain right out of Hotaru completely.
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AN: That's all for now! ^_^ I know, you wanna know who's piloting right? Well........ You'll find out next time! Hope you liked it, now I have to go eat something before I pass out from low blood sugar. Bye bye!