Chapter 2: Quatre's Headquarters
The roaring of engines filled the night. Beams of light pierced the darkness as people scattered around like soldiers running to their positions. The rain streamed down in long spikes, colliding with the ground, only to transform into water beads. Thunder clapped its heavy hands as lighting forked through the sky.
A man dressed in a heavy rain coat walked towards the parked semi. All guns were pointed in his direction, watching his every movement, studying his characteristics. It was almost impossible to determine who the mysterious man was for his whole body was covered with black, even his face was in shadow, underneath a big rain hat. The driver rolled down his window and killed the engine.
"Good evening." The man said, his voice full of serenity and trust. "I see you brought the shipment, quite early."
The driver snapped his fingers and all the guns were lowered. Half of the dispatch crew turned their targets out over towards the tall sky scrapers that encircled them.
"You're lucky, Ramson's elite troops almost caught us in the act," The driver said, "I hear that Ramson is beginning his operation."
"Operation?"
"He's even worse then Treize and his daughter. Not only does he plan on taking control of the earth, he wants to take all the colonies under his supervision. He believes war brings out the best of us."
"What?" The man gasped, "He can't do that! Peace has finally regained over all the colonies and throughout earth. If he brings a bigger war upon us, then everyone will go down in fear. Their dreams only have just begun."
"I know," The Driver said, "That's why we got the shipment out earlier so you can start on Operation X."
"Well thank you." The man said.
"No," The driver paused, "Thank you, Master Quatre."
Quatre lifted up his hat and gave the driver a smile. "I will do my best." With that, the driver handed him a clip board and Quatre signed the papers. The shipment was carried over to a garage where three girls with snipers and armor stood, waiting.
"Jessie," Quatre said, "I need you to check up on the UCA. It seems that Ramson is ready to take a go on his operation."
Jessie, the girl with orange, blonde hair and blue hazel eyes nodded. She walked fast to another room. Dezarae, a natural red head and yellowish eyes followed her.
"You think so?" Eden spoke up. Her reddish hair was beginning to fade to its natural color. It brought out the green in her eyes. She was one of the short members of Quatre's crew.
"Yeah," Quatre replied, "Frank and his crew was almost caught collecting the Neo Titanium. I have a feeling spies with be around. Keep your guard on alert!"
"Quatre," Eden whispered, softly. Quatre had already left the room to see what was going on with the UCA. Eden closed the garage door and locked it up. Even though she can be stubborn and courageous to a point, she still felt like a normal teenager whose fear would rise. She was only 15 and her feelings for Quatre was a little, crazy.
"All systems blocked," Jessie said when Quatre walked into the dim room. The fire in the pit licked the fresh logs that Dezarae had placed in when they stepped into the room. The temperature was beginning to rise slowly. Dezarae was cuddled up on the dark green couch, that was in front of the fire pit, wrapped in a thick, white cotton blanket. Two chairs that were the same color, were positioned on a slight angle, one on each side, beside the couch. Eden soon occupied on the of them. She just stared into the golden flames.
Jessie turned off the computer. She yawned and threw up her arms to stretch. It was twelve o'clock and tomorrow was going to be a big day if they were going to get Operation X off the ground. Jessie couldn't wait. She was the one who basically designed the Operation. X stood for extreme. She didn't like it being called, Operation X-treme. So cancelling out the '-treme' part gave the name a pretty cool ring to it. Well, she thought it did.
Quatre once before had a Gundam. He had helped Jessie and the other two girls design mobile suits so that they could fight against Ramson. But Quatre sometimes felt guilty. He had once destroyed Sandrock to give peace to earth. And now, bringing three more into the world would probably bring choas. Quatre prayed that he was doing the right thing.
'Man, if Heero and the others found out what I was doing, they would probably freak.' he thought as he sat down on the other chair, across from Eden. Jessie was on the floor, stretched out. She was already sleeping, so was Eden and Dezarae. 'Eden...'
Quatre starred at Eden. The first time he set eyes on her, his temperture rose and he felt like a new person. His heart thumped fast and the blood in his veins shot like fiery liquid. Even now he felt like that, just starring at her beautiful face. He was only eighteen and it was acceptable to go out with a girl three years younger then him. She was just turning sixteen next month, while Dezarae and Jessie were seventeen. Jessie was the middle aged person, but the tallest out of them. She was very tomboyish, same with Dezarae. But Jessie took it to it's limits.
Sleep finally began to tackle Quatre's eyes. He felt his lids slowly closing and he soon found himself in a deep sleep. His dreams were only of Eden and peace in the world. He once had a dream of making love to her, kissing her sweet lips. He sometimes wandered what it would be like to kiss her. But making love to her would have to wait until the future. It went against his beliefs to make love to a woman before marriage. Quatre was actually hoping that they would get married. He never would imagine life without her.
The next morning Jessie was up and making breakfast on the upper level of the garage. There are four levels. The second story where you made your breakfast and the where bedrooms and bathroom was. The mid level was the garage and the living room where the computer, couch, chairs and fireplace was. Basement one was where the control room was and the basement two was where the gundams were stored. Quatre had bought the garage a year ago after Operation Meteor and Jessie was the one who found him to help her with her operation. Quatre built onto the headquarters. None of the girls really understood how Quatre had so much money when he didn't even work. Well, he would do small errands for people here and there, but money just kept on piling itself in the bank.
Jessie sat down at the table and began to dig into her scrambled eggs and garlic toast sided with nice, non-crisp bacon and heinz ketchup. She was the most unpredictable, most unknown crew in the group. Her past was a blurr to the others. She made pieces of her past up, saving herself from explaining everything that happened. She couldn't bare it, that much. She had to hide away from what happened that day three years ago or she would begin to cry. Jessie didn't like crying, but at times she did. She felt that crying was very annoying and a sign of weak defense.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Dezarae who had just emerged from the door. Her red, long pig tails that had two braids on each side with straight strands, was begining to come undone. Her yellow eyes were full of life. "Hey there Jess! Watcha eating?"
"The normal," She replied, "Lazy to make anything else." Dezarae laughed.
"Like usual eh?"
Jessie nodded. Dezarae and Eden had been her best friends since she dropped out of school. Her parents were still around but she had ran away from them to help keep peace in the world. All her friends had basically gone to war. It was then when she ran to Winnipeg that she found Dezarae and Eden. They like her had ran away. Jessie told them about her operation and they had agreed to push it farther. Jessie never felt that happy ever in her life.
"So do you think Operation X will be a success?" Dezarae said.
"Yeah," Jessie nodded, "But I think there will be some open spots that we'll have to patch up. But the Gundams are already done, expect a bit in the cock pit. There is some adjusting to the controls I have to fix."
Dezarae sat down at the table. "Man, I can't believe we're actually going to get this off the ground. You've been working on it for more then two years!"
"I know."
Quatre woke up. The thin rays of the early morning sun peered through the windows. The fire had diminished and the bright coals glowed in a deep orange red. Eden was still asleep across from him. He smiled at her and then got up from his seat.
He headed to the upper level where he had collapsed onto his bed. He had heard Jessie and Dezarae talk, but was too tired to say good morning to them. So instead he went to his room and plopped down onto his comfortable bed. Operation X was about to begin, once Eden got up.
Quatre sighed.
"I wish Heero and the others were here." He whispered to himself.
With that, Quatre had slipped into another deep sleep. This time it was about his past events with the gundam pilots. Quatre once again, felt like he belonged. He missed the crew and would do basically anything to see them once more.
The roaring of engines filled the night. Beams of light pierced the darkness as people scattered around like soldiers running to their positions. The rain streamed down in long spikes, colliding with the ground, only to transform into water beads. Thunder clapped its heavy hands as lighting forked through the sky.
A man dressed in a heavy rain coat walked towards the parked semi. All guns were pointed in his direction, watching his every movement, studying his characteristics. It was almost impossible to determine who the mysterious man was for his whole body was covered with black, even his face was in shadow, underneath a big rain hat. The driver rolled down his window and killed the engine.
"Good evening." The man said, his voice full of serenity and trust. "I see you brought the shipment, quite early."
The driver snapped his fingers and all the guns were lowered. Half of the dispatch crew turned their targets out over towards the tall sky scrapers that encircled them.
"You're lucky, Ramson's elite troops almost caught us in the act," The driver said, "I hear that Ramson is beginning his operation."
"Operation?"
"He's even worse then Treize and his daughter. Not only does he plan on taking control of the earth, he wants to take all the colonies under his supervision. He believes war brings out the best of us."
"What?" The man gasped, "He can't do that! Peace has finally regained over all the colonies and throughout earth. If he brings a bigger war upon us, then everyone will go down in fear. Their dreams only have just begun."
"I know," The Driver said, "That's why we got the shipment out earlier so you can start on Operation X."
"Well thank you." The man said.
"No," The driver paused, "Thank you, Master Quatre."
Quatre lifted up his hat and gave the driver a smile. "I will do my best." With that, the driver handed him a clip board and Quatre signed the papers. The shipment was carried over to a garage where three girls with snipers and armor stood, waiting.
"Jessie," Quatre said, "I need you to check up on the UCA. It seems that Ramson is ready to take a go on his operation."
Jessie, the girl with orange, blonde hair and blue hazel eyes nodded. She walked fast to another room. Dezarae, a natural red head and yellowish eyes followed her.
"You think so?" Eden spoke up. Her reddish hair was beginning to fade to its natural color. It brought out the green in her eyes. She was one of the short members of Quatre's crew.
"Yeah," Quatre replied, "Frank and his crew was almost caught collecting the Neo Titanium. I have a feeling spies with be around. Keep your guard on alert!"
"Quatre," Eden whispered, softly. Quatre had already left the room to see what was going on with the UCA. Eden closed the garage door and locked it up. Even though she can be stubborn and courageous to a point, she still felt like a normal teenager whose fear would rise. She was only 15 and her feelings for Quatre was a little, crazy.
"All systems blocked," Jessie said when Quatre walked into the dim room. The fire in the pit licked the fresh logs that Dezarae had placed in when they stepped into the room. The temperature was beginning to rise slowly. Dezarae was cuddled up on the dark green couch, that was in front of the fire pit, wrapped in a thick, white cotton blanket. Two chairs that were the same color, were positioned on a slight angle, one on each side, beside the couch. Eden soon occupied on the of them. She just stared into the golden flames.
Jessie turned off the computer. She yawned and threw up her arms to stretch. It was twelve o'clock and tomorrow was going to be a big day if they were going to get Operation X off the ground. Jessie couldn't wait. She was the one who basically designed the Operation. X stood for extreme. She didn't like it being called, Operation X-treme. So cancelling out the '-treme' part gave the name a pretty cool ring to it. Well, she thought it did.
Quatre once before had a Gundam. He had helped Jessie and the other two girls design mobile suits so that they could fight against Ramson. But Quatre sometimes felt guilty. He had once destroyed Sandrock to give peace to earth. And now, bringing three more into the world would probably bring choas. Quatre prayed that he was doing the right thing.
'Man, if Heero and the others found out what I was doing, they would probably freak.' he thought as he sat down on the other chair, across from Eden. Jessie was on the floor, stretched out. She was already sleeping, so was Eden and Dezarae. 'Eden...'
Quatre starred at Eden. The first time he set eyes on her, his temperture rose and he felt like a new person. His heart thumped fast and the blood in his veins shot like fiery liquid. Even now he felt like that, just starring at her beautiful face. He was only eighteen and it was acceptable to go out with a girl three years younger then him. She was just turning sixteen next month, while Dezarae and Jessie were seventeen. Jessie was the middle aged person, but the tallest out of them. She was very tomboyish, same with Dezarae. But Jessie took it to it's limits.
Sleep finally began to tackle Quatre's eyes. He felt his lids slowly closing and he soon found himself in a deep sleep. His dreams were only of Eden and peace in the world. He once had a dream of making love to her, kissing her sweet lips. He sometimes wandered what it would be like to kiss her. But making love to her would have to wait until the future. It went against his beliefs to make love to a woman before marriage. Quatre was actually hoping that they would get married. He never would imagine life without her.
The next morning Jessie was up and making breakfast on the upper level of the garage. There are four levels. The second story where you made your breakfast and the where bedrooms and bathroom was. The mid level was the garage and the living room where the computer, couch, chairs and fireplace was. Basement one was where the control room was and the basement two was where the gundams were stored. Quatre had bought the garage a year ago after Operation Meteor and Jessie was the one who found him to help her with her operation. Quatre built onto the headquarters. None of the girls really understood how Quatre had so much money when he didn't even work. Well, he would do small errands for people here and there, but money just kept on piling itself in the bank.
Jessie sat down at the table and began to dig into her scrambled eggs and garlic toast sided with nice, non-crisp bacon and heinz ketchup. She was the most unpredictable, most unknown crew in the group. Her past was a blurr to the others. She made pieces of her past up, saving herself from explaining everything that happened. She couldn't bare it, that much. She had to hide away from what happened that day three years ago or she would begin to cry. Jessie didn't like crying, but at times she did. She felt that crying was very annoying and a sign of weak defense.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Dezarae who had just emerged from the door. Her red, long pig tails that had two braids on each side with straight strands, was begining to come undone. Her yellow eyes were full of life. "Hey there Jess! Watcha eating?"
"The normal," She replied, "Lazy to make anything else." Dezarae laughed.
"Like usual eh?"
Jessie nodded. Dezarae and Eden had been her best friends since she dropped out of school. Her parents were still around but she had ran away from them to help keep peace in the world. All her friends had basically gone to war. It was then when she ran to Winnipeg that she found Dezarae and Eden. They like her had ran away. Jessie told them about her operation and they had agreed to push it farther. Jessie never felt that happy ever in her life.
"So do you think Operation X will be a success?" Dezarae said.
"Yeah," Jessie nodded, "But I think there will be some open spots that we'll have to patch up. But the Gundams are already done, expect a bit in the cock pit. There is some adjusting to the controls I have to fix."
Dezarae sat down at the table. "Man, I can't believe we're actually going to get this off the ground. You've been working on it for more then two years!"
"I know."
Quatre woke up. The thin rays of the early morning sun peered through the windows. The fire had diminished and the bright coals glowed in a deep orange red. Eden was still asleep across from him. He smiled at her and then got up from his seat.
He headed to the upper level where he had collapsed onto his bed. He had heard Jessie and Dezarae talk, but was too tired to say good morning to them. So instead he went to his room and plopped down onto his comfortable bed. Operation X was about to begin, once Eden got up.
Quatre sighed.
"I wish Heero and the others were here." He whispered to himself.
With that, Quatre had slipped into another deep sleep. This time it was about his past events with the gundam pilots. Quatre once again, felt like he belonged. He missed the crew and would do basically anything to see them once more.
