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*Claimers*: Well I don't own too much expect for myself, and the idea. If anyone else out there has a similar idea sorry! But I really came up with this on my own.
*Disclaimers*: I don't own Michelle and Alexa (for they are real people, my friends, that I'm just throwing into this story 'cause they're so cool! I also don't own Gundam Wing and other corporate labels I might mention later in the story. Don't sue me! I'm innocent! Innocent I tell you!
LAST TIME on "Where we belong" :
"Welcome to Earth ladies." Said the man standing in front of them, smiling warmly, "It's an honor to have you here and to be able to work with out once again."
Where we belong:
Chapter 16: Secrets uncovered
When they had first arrived, it was really different, like nothing they've seen before. On the surface of the Earth, it was just a general airport. The base itself was set underground for security and safety purposes. It was actually a lot bigger than it seemed. There were levels below the main one and the area contained many facilities.
Markus Raynold, the man in charge, led them inside where they took an isolated elevator to the lower level where the base was located. There, they noticed all shorts of things: planes, machinery, mobile suits and plenty of departments. A lot of the people around them were training and working in labs and running all over the place.
They followed Markus through the double doors where laid a table with 4 chairs, food and a big screen. They were asked to be seated and were told they could help themselves to the food.
They continued to sit there for a period of about 3 hours while Markus personally gave them a history lesson and explanation of everything that has happened in the previous years.
Apparently they are part of an organization named Missions of Wreckage, M.O.W for short. M.O.W gets contacted by the outsiders, people who meet with clients that want to hire the organization. To sum it up, M.O.W does other people's dirty work for them, course they get paid, and it isn't cheap.
They don't really care what the assignments are. If they get paid, they do it. Whether it might be to assassinate a world leader, to destroying an entire base or even colony, they do it all.
Markus then began to tell about the events of years ago. The time of the Trinity. Three years before, they were betrayed which resulted in their capture. On the day of their execution, M.O.W assembled their finest team (after the Trinity, of course) to go and bust them out. But before doing so, they needed to plan everything out. It would've been stupid to just run in there with guns and no plan whatsoever.
They actually sent in a couple of teams; one to go after the girls and the second to infiltrate the security. After the rescue, they were taken back to M.O.W and immediately prepared for the transfer, Plan B.
*FLASHBACK*
Rushed into the depths of base, they were strapped to new chairs surrounded by machines.
They were so disoriented they didn't know what was happening. Markus appeared in front of them and knelt down.
"There isn't much—
"Markus…" Mich whimpered before going into a coughing fit that caused her to spit out blood.
"Jesus…" He took out a napkin and wiped her face. "Don't talk girls. Don't worry, you know I take care of you…Things just didn't go as planned this time…things just got fucked up. I promise you…swear on my goddamn grave that I will fix everything…" He tried to keep himself together as he slowly got up and kissed each of them on the forehead and left the room with their eyes staring at his back.
He appeared once more in front of them behind a glass window where others were as well. Markus, some commanding officers, lab technicians working the process, a couple of other guys and amongst the small crowd was Adrian's young face, a few years younger, but still the same Adrian nonetheless.
The scene was very much similar to when they were going to get executed, of course without the smoke, and the people weren't there to enjoy watching them die, but merely there to say silent goodbyes.
Machinery started up and begun to hum and flash; the girls started to get tense in the chairs and tried to wriggle free. They had a few needles in each arm some weird wires taped to their temples.
"Sir?" One scientist turned to Markus.
"Hm?"
"Powers have reached 100%. We're ready for the transfer. Waiting for your order."
Markus looked up at them one final time, looked down and whispered, "Proceed." And the switch was flipped.
"NO!!!" Adrian rushed and put his hands against the glass. The other room began to flash. A few seconds passed and with wide eyes and final gasps, The Trinity relaxed, closed their eyes and their heads tilted forwards. Everything and everyone was silent.
*END FLASHBACK*
Plan B was pretty much a complicated procedure that took many years to develop. It drained the subjects of every bit of detail and information about them, materialized it and sent it off to become a new. Similar to rebirth.
In this case, because the Trinity had to be reborn, they were thrown into a whole new dimension where the time zone was much faster. A year here would be equal to about 5 years there, so it worked out perfectly.
Not meaning to be disrespectful or anything, but M.O.W had to dispose of the bodies only as a cover up. To make the world believe it was the end when it was only the beginning. The Trinity would no longer be suspected so when the time came, no one would even know.
At the set date, the girls were to be transferred back to their original time, but unfortunately their place of arrival could not be planned. M.O.W sent out hundreds of people around the world and colonies to find them. This is how they are, where they are right now.
Although they didn't have any of the memories from their past lives, it was set so that they were to still poses the natural instinct about things. Training would not be a complicated procedure.
After Markus finished everything, he took them on a tour around the base, showing them the different levels and facilities and letting them familiarize themselves with the new surroundings. He informed them that most of their belongings were transferred to the base from the condo on L4. Their clothes, the laptop, money, the guns (which were put away in the weaponry station) and the one car located in garage.
Markus finally led them to a hallway with many doors, he explained that this section was the soldier's living quarters and that the 3 doors located side by side belonged to them. He handed them each a schedule and said training will begin immediately in the morning. No time could be lost.
The rooms weren't that special, they were fairly small. Containing only a bed, nightstand, dresser and desk, they didn't exactly seem 'homie'. The colors weren't very shocking either. White walls, shades of green bed sheets and brown furniture. Very army themed.
The schedule they received was as follows: 7 AM wake up call, 8 AM breakfast, 9 AM training, 1 PM lunch, 2 PM training, 6 PM dinner, 7 PM training and finally 9 PM was free time and 10:30 PM lights out.
The first months, the training was very rigid and unbearable. It took a while to get used to it and the equipment they worked with. They started off by getting themselves into shape. Their strength, muscles were building, running, speed increased and Mich and Kat were finally taught how to breathe properly when running for which they were thankful and relieved since they got horrible cramps before.
Training with guns was a bit complicated at first. They were introduced to the different types and how to handle all of them. They had a few accidents though, and sent a bunch of people to the hospital ward.
Everyone there was actually very nice, and helpful too. Many they supposedly knew in their 'past lives'. One of them was none other then the famous Man Whore. *cough* I mean Adrian. One of them was none other then Adrian.
As the months passed, everyone began to see less and less of the girls, just like old days; at times they wouldn't even show up for meals.
They were taught how to use different weapons, agility, piloting various crafts and mobile suits. They studied and memorized profiles and descriptions of locations, people and organizations. Their ways of thinking was slowly changing and becoming sharper and faster.
Soon the time will come when their training will be completed and they will be set off and let loose once again. This time there will be no mistakes, no slip-ups, and no traces…invincible.
TBC…
A/N: I hope I didn't bore anyone with that chapter! But it had to be done. Next chapters will bring forth madness and destruction! *cackles* and the humor and laughter will be thrown back in.
Oh yea, and sorry about not including the pilots ^_^; *cough*…they won't be in the next one either…heh…but the one AFTER it, (chapter 18) they're back ^_^. And another encounter will commence. Oops. Shouldn't have said that. I'm ruining things! Bad me.
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