A/N: Wheeeeee…
Lexie-08: Yup yup…the truth is out. Here's the next chapter, though you already read it. Ha.
Mich Maxwell: *slurp* thanks for correcting my mistakes mow. Haha…guess who's going to appear in the next chapter? VIKTOR! *cackles*
KB: *grins* thanks for the support and review, makes the author…very, VERY happy ^_^. Adrian rules! *peace sign*
Aya Yuy P.SII: Thank you very much! ^_^
MeaghanLeigh: thank you and I am back to my full healthy self.
afroman999: surprised with quality you say? Why's that? And uh about the green sheets…*shudders*.
*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" :
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.
Where we belong:
Chapter 17: Two Years Later…
Two years later,
AC 197, somewhere in the Unites States of America.
The ambassador snapped his head up and looked about his office. Empty. He lowered his head and continued finishing his report. Again he stopped and looked up; the clock's arrows signaled 11 PM.
"Nancy?" He called out, but the secretary positioned outside his office did not answer; her shift ended at 9:30 PM and she was already long gone.
"Hmmm…" he mused and picked up his pen again, but dropped it once more when he heard the creaking of his office door slowly opening.
"Who's there?" He called out, but the hallway was vacant and it was silent all around. He pushed his chair back and got up to go and close the door. About half way there, a shadow ran across and caused him to stop and jump back a foot. His hands began to get clammy and cold and his stomach felt as though it was tied in knots. He was afraid.
He stood there, waiting for something to happen when he heard it. Outside his office to the left and down the hall at a slow and taunting pace, he heard footsteps.
Step…Step…Step…
Maybe it was just a security guard doing a perimeter check around the building, he told himself.
Step…Step…Step…
Maybe it was just the secretary who forgot something at her post and came back.
Step…Step…Step…
Maybe even the janitor.
Step…Step…Step…
But maybe it was someone out to get him.
Step…Step…Step…
Someone who's going to get him, tie him up and gut him.
Step…Step…Step…
Someone who will imprison him and torture him to the point that he'll beg for death.
Step…Step…Step…
A mass murderer.
Step…Step…Step…
An escaped criminal.
Step…Step…Stop.
Slightly shaking and with gaping eyes he watched the entrance of his office door. Quickly, and without a sound, someone stepped into view. She was clothed in black pants, shirt, shoes and trench coat. Her hands were placed on either sides of the doorframe and she smiled mockingly at him. Opening his mouth to say something, but only a stutter emerged, she winked at him and ran out of sight, her black hair swayed behind her.
The ambassador was up to his neck in terror. He's seen that look before, he was sure of it. Though it was a long time ago, it felt as though it was only yesterday. He quickly walked to the door and slammed it shut, turning the lock in the process. He turned around to go and call security from his office phone when he suddenly yelped and fell to his knees; a puddle of crimson forming from under him.
"Why ambassador Tsero…How good to see you again." Said someone.
"It's been so long…" Said another.
"We hope you haven't forgotten us." Said the last.
"N-no…Trini—
The silencer fired a second time and the night was still yet again.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The following morning, news of ambassador Tsero's murder spread like wildfire. Cause of death was two bullets; one to the leg and the other to the head, which killed him instantly. Police officials said there were no traces of perpetrators or evidence apart from the bullets, but those gave little help.
Meanwhile elsewhere.
*Knock Knock Knock*
"Kat? You up?"
No answer.
"Kaaaaaat…Wake up!" More knocking.
"I'm coming in!" And the door slid open. Lex poked her head into the messy room and looked around.
"Ugh, why am I not surprised?" She looked over at the sleeping figure on the bed. "Kat wake up, Markus wants to see us. Mich is already there. Get up and get dressed."
"I'm coming…" She replied groggily, "What time is it…?"
"10 AM"
"10?! Are you outta your freaking mind?! Lemme 'lone…"
"Come on…"
"No."
"Pretty please?"
"No."
"The cooks will make anything you want for breakfast…"
"Says who…"
"Markus." Lex smiled.
"When."
"Right after the meeting…" She tried to hold in her giggles.
"Fine!" Kat sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stood up and put on her slippers.
"Uh...aren't you gonna get dressed?" Lex asked.
"What for?"
"Forget it…Let's just go."
They proceeded down the hall towards the elevators, which they used to get to Level A, where Markus' office was located. When they arrived, they entered the office and placed themselves in the two other chairs that were in the room.
"What did you have to say this time to get her out of bed?" Mich asked.
"Told her the cooks will make anything she wants for breakfast." Lex grinned.
"WHAT…you mean it's not true?!" Kat bellowed.
"Relax, relax, it will be." Markus said, "Anyway girls, I called you all in this morning to congratulate you on your little escapade from last night, very nicely done. I expected nothing less of you." He smiled. Though yesterday's 'mission' wasn't necessary at all, it was more of a mission of revenge. Back then, ambassador Tsero was in charge of the Trinity during their capture. He was the one that ordered all the tests and punishments and he was the one that put them through hell. So yesterday they just went over there to say 'hello'.
"Oh man. Please don't tell me I was woken up just for this…" Kat rolled her eyes.
"No, that's not the only reason." He paused and looked at them carefully. "The other reason is that you girls are back in service."
"An actual mission?" Mich asked.
"Yes. You're being hired by a man named Renaldo Svek. He's a political man that needs something out of the way." He got up from his desk and gave each of them a folder that contained information regarding the mission. "Your mission is to destroy a base situated in southern India. Your plane leaves in 15 hours so be ready. You will be dropped off in the closest town with the Diablo to take you from there." He finished.
"…Are you referring to my Lamborghini?" Kat asked.
"Yes, I'm referring to your Lamborghini Kat." He said and she squealed.
They got dismissed and left his office. Taking the elevator to a lower level, they proceeded down a main hallway when they ran into someone.
"Well look what we have here. Aren't you guys looking cheery this morning?" Adrian said sarcastically. He was actually glad to see them. Back when they were younger, the four of them were the best of friends so it almost killed him when he watched them die during the 'transfer'. Seeing them again was different. They themselves were different. At first it was pretty awkward between them, but things mellowed out and were pretty much back to their original state. Life was all chills.
They stopped at the sound of his voice and glared at him, causing him to make a grab at his heart. "Oh I'm hurt." He said. The girls' expressions softened and they giggled.
"Don't you have somewhere you should be right now anyways? Like hmm…TRAINING maybe? Or are you slacking off again?" Kat poked him in the ribs.
"Me? Slack off? Never! Don't insult me. I don't need training anyways. Don't you remember how expertly skilled I am from our first encounter, oh so long ago?" He asked, poking her back.
Mich snorted and then laughed. "You call that skilled? I call it child's play. There's nothing skilled about running through sewers, posing as a man whore then breaking down the door."
"I wasn't posing!— Er…I mean I was but it was— No wait I wasn't! I was simply leaning against the doorframe! How does that make me a man whore?!" he argued.
"Just does. Don't argue Adrian, you can't win." Lex said.
"Anyway…The reason I'm here is to ask a favor." He said.
"Hell no." Came their answer and they began to walk away.
"Ah c'mon! As you guys already know I've been put in charge in introducing the new recruits to weaponry. So please? Help me with just one training session??" He grabbed Mich's arm, "Please?" He gave her a pleading look.
"Get off me you freak! I need to do my own training!" She withdrew her arm from his grasp, began to walk and disappeared after turning a corner.
"Lex? You're good at explaining stuff." He tried.
"Sorry Adrian, but someone's gotta prepare the plans for our mission." She shrugged and walked away as well.
"Argh…You people are useless, you know that!" He shook his fist in the direction in which they left. He stopped and turned around, crossing his arms as a smug smile was forming on his lips. "And where do you think you're going?" he asked cockily.
"Um…away from you?" Kat said as she was tiptoeing away.
He snorted, "Oh no you don't." He pulled her back by her shoulder. "You're coming with me."
"Bite me you turd. I'm hungry and tired." The pair slowly began walking.
"Kat…seriously. Look at me. Does it look like I care? No. The answer is no."
"Adrian, you officially suck."
"Yea well you swallow. No big surprise there!"
"Jerk."
"Loser."
"Asshole."
"Dumbass."
"Piss off."
"Piss on."
"You?" She asked.
"Not today." And they disappeared behind a pair of doors.
TBC…
A/N: I'm making a poster typa thing for the story. Almost done sketching it out. *runs*