Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Its not mine!
Lawyer: Yeah, what she said!
Hee-chan: ^_^
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He popped in his disk containing all the information on Roger Woefield and images appeared on his screen. One screen showed a picture of the man and another showed the plans for his base. His main screen in front of him showed what was happening outside. Once he saw the hatch on the roof open and everyone cleared, he took off. He flew out of the basement and up threw a vertical hallway that shot into the sky. As he flew up, the Preventor's base faded in the distance.
Hitting a button, the gundam transformed into a plane like ship and shot faster into the atmosphere. As he hit space, Heero slowed down and let himself coast along in space. He set his direction to Mars and continued on. He sat back and looked at his other screens, studying all the info on Woefield once again. Then, mars came on his main screen.
*So this is it. Sigh. He's waiting for me, eh? Well he'll get a nice surprise.* Heero thought to himself with a wicked grin. He landed on Mars a distance away from Woefield's base. Putting on a helmet for air, he left his gundam with his bag and ran into the base undetected. He took off his helmet and dodged into the closest closet. He pulled out an explosive and placed it in the corner of the closet. All his explosives were controlled by one button on a watch. He pulled out his watch containing the button that set off the explosives and put it on.
He pulled out his gun, hooking it to his pants. Taking another gun, he placed in the inside of his jacket. Then, grabbing his duffle bag full of explosives, he opened the closet door, sticking his head out. The hall was empty. He started down the hall. As he reached a door, someone opened it and walked out.
"Hey! Who are you?" he asked in surprise at seeing Heero. Heero grabbed is mouth and pushed him back into the room. The man began to struggle but Heero brought out his gun and thwacked him across the head with it. The man eyes rolled back in his head and he fell unconscious. Heero looked down at the man wearing work cloths.
Then he got an idea. He took the cloths off the man and tied him up, gagging him and throwing him in the closet in the room. Then, he pulled the man's cloths on over his own and put on the man's hat. Then, picking up the duffle bag once again, he headed out of the room. He hid his eyes under the hat. A few people said hey to him, or patted him on the back. He ignored all these and said nothing. Every so often, when the halls where clear, he'd place an explosive in the nearest closet or in the fire extinguisher box.
He reached a room labeled "Suits" and entered it. The room was almost empty except for what looked like a few scientists walking around the suits, seemingly taking notes. Heero looked upon the millions of mobile suits and dolls in front of him. He had no idea Woefield had this kind of army. The earth was so unprepared for these many machines.
Walking fully into the room, he dodged behind the suits, avoiding the scientists. Taking explosive after explosive out of his bag, he placed them all over the room. As he finished off the last explosive, he left the room.
As he walked down the halls, he noticed a sign on a door saying, "Stay Out". Heero took this as his que and walked in. The room was lined with machines and computers. Heero walked up to one and sat down. It was money time.
He began hacking into the system until he got into banking. With the press of a few buttons, he sent all Woefield's 900 million dollars to Trowa, placing all the money in his clown friend's name. He exited out of the banking account and sat back in the chair with a sigh. Now all that was left was to get out of there and press the button. Just then the door opened behind him. Heero spun around to see Roger Woefield standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face.
"Well well well. Look who we have here. The Destroyer, just about to send all my money away. Tisk tisk. Did you think I didn't have this room guarded? You triggered a silent alarm so I knew you were in here. It's a good thing I caught you before you did any real damage." he said, glancing at the computer to see that the banking account wasn't open. Heero hid a smirk knowing the process was already done.
"If you'll come with me, Mr. Destroyer, I'll try and be gentle." he said in a teasing voice. Heero didn't move.
*Shit. What am I gunna do now. I should have known he would have the place on an alarm. I'm so stupid.*
"Well? Are you coming?" Woefield asked. Again, Heero didn't move. "That fine. Be stubborn." Woefield snapped his finger and two guards ran into the room and grabbed Heero by the arms, jerking him out of the chair. Heero co-operated. He could see guards outside the door, just waiting for him to resist and if he was going to make it out alive, resisting at this point would not be a good idea.
The two guards pulled him in front of Woefield, who smiled down at him cockily. Woefield turned to one of his guards.
"Do take him to the cell, will you?" He said in a seemingly kind voice. The guards knew otherwise and jerked Heero out the door.
"Wait a second." said Woefield, walking up behind Heero. "Can't have you seeing where the cells are, can we?" and with that, he hit Heero over the head with his gun. Heero fell unconscious.
Heero awoke to find himself in a cell with no windows. His hands were tied and he was hanging from a pulley attached to the ceiling, his feet dangling just centimeters above the ground. The work cloths he had stolen from the man were taken off and the hat was gone but his original cloths were still on. He looked around the cell and saw Woefield sitting in the corner on a chair watching him intently.
"Well, good morning, sleepy head. Seems you've been out for some time. Have a nice nap?" he said with a grin. Heero could still feel the blood tickling out of his head from where the gun had hit. He hadn't been out for long. He also noticed all his guns and his empty duffle bag in a box outside the cell.
"Don't worry." he said when he saw Heero looking at his guns. "You won't be getting those back. As a matter of fact, I've called upon some of my former colleagues in the "starting-a-war" business and they'd be delighted to come see you. How would you like that?" he said. Heero's eyes narrowed as he realized Woefield was talking about all the men who had their plans destroyed by him. If they got their hands on him...
Just then, a man walked through the door to the left and stood outside the cell.
"Uhh....Mr Woefield? May I have a word?" he said timidly.
"Of course." Woefield said as he stood and walked over to the door of the cell, unlocking it and walking out. The man took Woefield to the side and spoke softly in his ear, glancing nervously at Heero every five seconds. With every word the man said, Heero could see Woefield's back stiffen.
"Get out." he growled at the man, who quickly ran out. Woefield stood there a minute, his back to Heero. Then, he reached to the side, out of Heero eyesight and pulled out a bat. Heero watched as the man turned to Heero and walked back into the cell, not bothering to lock it this time. Heero's eyes widened slightly as Woefield made his way over to him, gripping the bat extremely tight.
"You...bastard." he started, his anger breaking up his words. "All...my...money...Gone!" Heero realize Woefield had found out Heero had gotten rid of all his money. He smiled slightly at the man's anger. "How...dare...you!" he yelled and swung the bat, hitting Heero hard in the stomach. Heero lost his breath as pain rippled through his entire body. He felt his wound from the previous mission start to reopen. Woefield began walking around him. "This is what you get..." he said, hitting him again, with all his strength, in his back. Heero arched his back as the bat slammed into him again. Woefield continued walking around. Heero swung slightly to the left as the bat slammed into his right side. Woefield walked around to face him.
"You will tell me where all my money is!" he growled. Heero spat at him in his face. Woefield glared up at him, wiping the spit off his face. Just then, he swung the bat up, hitting Heero in his jaw. Heero's head jerked to the side and he felt his jaw jut out of place. Pain seared through his head. He looked down to see a wicked grin on Woefield.
"No matter." he said with a sneer. "I'll get my money back. You will tell me where you put it. Eventually. You will." he said and spun on his heel and walked out of the cell. Grabbing a leaver to his right, he yanked on it. Heero fell to the ground as he felt his bonds loosen. He slumped to the ground in pain as it coursed all through his body. He looked up in time to see Woefield locking the cell.
"Enjoy your night." he reply with a cool grin and walked out of the door to Heero's left. Heero pushed himself against the corner and laid back, determining his position.
*How am I going to get out of this?* he thought to himself as sleep took over him.
Heero awoke the next morning to the bat falling hard on his side. He looked up to see Woefield with that damn smile on his face again. That smile really annoyed Heero but he didn't let Woefield see that.
"I've brought someone to see you, Destroyer." he said.
"Please, don't get up." said a man as he walked in the cell. "There is no need for formalities." Heero recognized the man as one of the ones he had taken money from and blew up all his plans. Just then, one of the guards walked in and up to Woefield.
"Sir, I think you'll wanna see this." he said, motioning to the door.
"Alright. Here you are, Padmere." he said, handing the bat to the man glaring at Heero. "I'll be back in a bit. Do with him what you will, but leave him alive because others want a chance to see him as well." and with that he followed the guard out.
Padmere, as Woefield had called him, turned to Heero, the bat clenched tight in his had.
"I've waited for this for a long time, Destroyer!" He said as he approached Heero. Heero raised his broken chin defiantly and look at Padmere. Padmere brought the bat around and slammed it into Heero's left shoulder. Heero fell on his side, his eyes wide. His body jerked as he felt the bat hit him again, and again. It hurt worse each time and Heero almost couldn't stand it. He willed himself not to retaliate. But as he was taking this beating, he almost couldn't bare it.
Just then, Woefield walked back in.
"Padmere. Stop." he said, unlocking the cell door and walking in. Padmere stopped and turned to look at Woefield. "Give me a minute alone with him, will you?" he said politely. Padmere bowed slightly, and, handing him the bat, took his leave. Woefield walked over to Heero, who had managed to sit up.
"So, the Minister has decided to go into hiding. How convenient, don't you think?" Heero smiled a bit. *That'a boy, Duo.* Woefield noticed the smiled and reached down, grabbing Heero by his jacket, holding him against the wall in pure rage. "Tell me where she is!" he growled. Heero just smiled.
"How would I know?" he said, cockily. Woefield pulled him back and slammed him against the wall again.
"You know damn well where she went. Tell me!" he yelled. Heero smiled on. He knew exactly where Relena was. He could bet anything Duo had taken Relena to his, Heero's, house as soon as he realized Heero was gone. *Duo probably went to Lady Une as soon as I didn't turn up for dinner and asked her all about me. She probably told him I was on a mission and probably even told him how extreme it was. He probably took Relena into hiding just incase and brought her to my house. No one knows who lives there anyway.*
"Sorry. Can't say." Heero replied with a sneer. With a loud growl, Woefield threw Heero against the opposite wall. He stood there a minute as if deciding what to do next. Then he turned to Heero, an evil glint in his eye.
"Fine then. Since you won't tell me at the moment, I suppose I'll just have to beat it out of you, in the wall room." he said. "You will tell me where she is." He turned on his heel and stalked out of the cell, turning to the guard as he exited. "Put him in the wall room!" he barked at the guard, who jumped at the aggressiveness in Woefield's voice and quickly ran into the cell.
Grabbing Heero by the arm, he dragged him out of the cell and down the dark, bleak hall to the end. To the right looked like a concrete door built right into the wall. The guard walked over and opened the door, reveling nothing but blackness.
Roughly, the guard threw Heero into the dark. Heero hit the floor hard and looked in time to see the guard's yellow teeth before he slammed the concrete door shut. Heero was submerged into total darkness. There were no windows and there wasn't even a crack from the door, shining light in. He felt around with his hands until he found the wall, then continued on until he found the corner. Lying against it, he tried to clear his mind and get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
Heero awoke the next morning to the sound of the concrete door containing him open. Woefield walked in, carrying the bat. Heero hated that bat. That bat had caused him so much pain already and he had only been here two days.
Woefield walked up to Heero and knelt down in front of him.
"So. Ready to tell me where the Minister is, Destroyer?" he asked politly.
"You'd have to kill me first." Heero said with a grin. The calm look disappeared off of Woefield's face and he swung the bat, hitting Heero in the side. Heero fell sideways in pain as Woefield stood up.
"Just so you know, Destroyer. People are willing to pay good money to come and have a turn at you with this bat. I'll have all my money back soon enough. But how am I going to start a war by killing the Minister if I can't find her?" he asked in a joking voice that was so fake it was sickening. He swung the bat down again, hitting Heero in the stomach. Heero's breath caught as the bat hit his previous wound and he felt it reopen. Woefield didn't seem to notice. "Well, I guess I'll just bring in the next person. Oh Jackleburn! He's all ready for you!" Woefield called out the door. A hunched over, old man with a cane stumbled in, a grin on his face. Woefield handed him the bat.
"Thank you" said the man innocently.
"You're very welcome. Now, remember the rule. No killing him. I still need him for info. Got that?" Woefielf said.
"Of course." said Jackleburn. Woefield took his leave, leaving the door open for light. "Well, hello there. Remember me?" Jackleburn said slowly with a cold grin. Swinging the bat down hard, he knocked Heero in the back of the neck, causing the soldier to black out.
2 Weeks Later...
"Get up, Destroyer!" Heero heard as he felt someone kick him hard in the side. He rolled him over on his back and opened his eyes, feeling like he couldn't move anymore than that. These past two weeks had been hell for him and he didn't feel he had the strength to move at all. Woefield had made sure the others knew not to have any mercy of him. And they hadn't had any. Woefield even had to call a doctor in to make sure he wasn't going to die. He wanted to know where Relena was bad and would do anything to get Heero to tell him. It wasn't working as Heero was determined not to say a word. Woefield had also tried to get Heero to tell him his real name. Heero had managed to hold that in as well.
"I said get up!" Woefield yelled, kicking him again. Heero turned over, his back to Woefield as he tried to find the strength in him. It hurt to open his eyes, much less stand up.
"No need." said a voice from behind him. He recognized the voice but his mind was focused on his pain and he couldn't think clearly. The room was so dark that he wouldn't have been able to see who it was anyway. "Bring me a light," said the voice of a different man Heero recognized. He desperately tried to concentrate on the voice, figure out who they were, but the pain blocked all that. He heard footsteps fade as someone walked away. His footsteps returned when the person came back.
"Now, you're sure you can get anything out of him?" Woefield said.
"Of course." said man one.
"You have our word." man two added.
"Thank you." Woefield said. "Please excuse his condition. He had a rough night last night. Here's your light." Heero heard the clanking of class as a lantern was passed form one hand to the other.
"Give us one hour." said man two.
"And we'd like no guards around here." added man one. There was a pause.
"No guards? Why is that?" Woefield answered skeptically.
"They make us nervous. Never know what they could do. We would feel a lot better if the hall was clear. And even better if all the halls were cleared to the shuttle. That way we don't have to pass any. Bad experiences, ya know" man one explained, motioning to man two. There was another pause.
"I suppose I could arrange that." he said.
"Great! Come back in one hour. We will probably be gone by then seeing as how we have our money. He'll be ready to tell you anything you need to know when we're done with him."
"Excellent." Woefield said slowly, loving every minute of this. "The halls will be clear for you. Do what you need to do to him. Just leave him alive so that I may get some answers." he demanded.
"Of course." said man two softly.
"Now, if you'll please leave, we'd appreciate it." Man one replied.
"Of course. Thank you again." Woefield said gleefully and Heero heard the door slam shut, sunk into the darkness of the room again. There was a pause from the two men as they seemed to be listening to Woefield give orders to clear the halls. After the guard's and Woefield's footsteps had gone, Heero heard the two men shift. The light flicked on slightly and a soft glow filled the damp room.
"Oh my god." muttered man two. Or was it man one? Heero couldn't tell anymore. He felt the presence of someone right behind him but refused to see who it was. He curled into the tightest ball he could manage without crying out in pain and slammed his eyes closed, preparing for the worst. He hadn't cried out in pain once in the two weeks that he had been here and he wasn't about to start now.
He flinched as one of the men lightly touched his arm. It sent pain cascading up and down his arm. He sucked in a breath and the man jerked his hand back.
"What are we going to do, man? We can't even touch him!" said man one. Was that concern Heero heard in his voice. The felt the presence of the man replaced by the another and realized it was the first of the two as he began to speak.
"Heero. It's Trowa." He said softly. Heero's eyes shot open. He carefully turned his head to see his clown friend looking down at him. Heero tried to hold back the tears as he rolled over onto his back. Looking over Trowa's shoulder at him was Duo. Heero's breath caught in his throat. He had never been so happy to see them in his life.
"Heero. What did they do to you, man?" Duo asked, fear written all over his face. Heero wondered just how bad he looked. Trowa looked him over.
"Looks like every bone in your body is broken. Heero, can you say anything?" Trowa asked. Heero opened his mouth and nothing came out. He let out a raspy breath and inhaled deeply. Using all his strength, he said they only words he could think of at that second.
"Where's.....Relena?" he choked out. Duo knelt down beside him and looked him in the eye.
"Don't worry about her, man. I've been taking real good care of her. If you don't mind, I took over for you while you were gone." he said with a small smile. "Wufei is with her now. Quatra's on the ship, waiting to pull off as soon as we get on." Heero's mind fell at ease. Relena was safe. That was all he needed to know.
"Duo..." Heero started, not knowing if he had the strength to finish.
"Yeah, man. I'm here. What do you need?" He asked. Heero looked up at Trowa, saying with his eyes that he was talking to him as well. Trowa nodded once, indicating he was listening. Heero looked back at the braided man beside him.
"Help...me...." he said, pleadingly.
"That's what we're here to do, bud." Duo replied and immediately jumped beside him. Sliding one arm around Heero's waist and wrapping Heero's arm around his neck, Duo lifted him off the ground. Pain shot all through Heero at being touched. It hurt everywhere. He bit his bottom lip hard and was almost afraid he would bite it off. Lifting his head slightly, he saw Trowa look him up and down. Turning his head slightly to Duo, he said the braided man looking him over as well.
"Damn, Heero. What have they been feeding you? Nothing?" Duo asked, his brow wrinkled into a deep furrow. Heero looked down at himself and for the first time in two weeks, noticed how thin he had gotten. Woefield had hardly fed him at all. A piece of toast here and there and some water. That was about it. And he was lucky to get that at all. He looked up at Trowa, who was easier to look at than Duo. To look at Duo, it would mean having to turn his head and he didn't think he could do that again.
"Let's get you out of here," Trowa said finally and turned to the door. Heero held his breath and waited for the guards to burst in as Trowa slowly opened the creaking, brick door. Surprisingly, there was no one. Had Woefield been true to his word?
Trowa looked outside the door, making sure there was no one out there. After a moment of dead silence, he motioned with his hand to come forward. Duo started moving slightly and pain shot through Heero. He took a sharp intake of breath to prevent him from screaming out in pain. Duo had notice this intake and stopped.
"You ok, man?" he asked, worry flooding his voice. Heero squeezed his eyes shut to prevent tears from springing to his eyes and nodded.
"Just...go..." he said briskly. All he needed was his friends stuck down here like him when they risked their lives to save him. Duo started walking again, even slower this time.
"Damnit Duo.....go faster!" Heero choked out. They had to get out of here and now! The pain could wait, there lives couldn't. He felt Duo speed up. His head hung, not having the strength to keep it up. He watched Duo's feet, occasionally catching a glimpse of Trowa's, as the two men ran through the door and stopped at the entrance to the basement. Trowa looked out the door again and again saw no one. The two shot out the door, Duo gripping Heero gently but it still hurt like hell.
They stopped many times, each time checking to see if there were any guards. Again and again there weren't. Heero bounced up and down slightly as they ran. He wished to God he could just pass out and not have to feel this pain.
As they ran down the hall, Heero tried thinking of something other than the pain coursing all through his body. *Relena. I'll think of Relena. I'm so glad she's ok. Duo's such a smart guy for figuring most of it. And he actually came to get me. And Trowa. And Quatra is in the ship. And Wufei with Relena. I don't know how could thank them.*
"We're here." Trowa said as Heero saw them enter the door at the end of a hall. It was a shuttle room. The three stood just inside the door and Quartra slowly opened the hatch. Just behind them, down the hall, someone yelled.
"Hey you! Come back here!" Duo turned around and Heero lifted his head to see three guards running down the hall towards them, pulling out their guns.
"Let's go!" Duo yelled as he took off toward the ship, Trowa following. Suddenly, gun shots started going off. The two men leapt onto the platform that had come down to let them on the ship and Quatra began closing it. The shots ceased as the hatch closed and curses were heard outside.
"That was close." Duo said with a grin. "Nothing like getting shot at to wake you up, eh?" he said, talking more to himself then anyone else. They left the hatch room and headed down the hall. After a moment, they we're greeted by Quatra, who rounded the corner with a smile. At seeing Heero, his smile disappeared into a look of worry.
"Dear God, what happen?" he asked.
"Just help me get him to the medical room." Duo replied.
"I'm gunna go inform everyone we're ok and on our way home," Trowa announced and headed in the other direction own the hall. Quatra ran ahead of Duo and opened a door to the right. Dragging Heero in the room, he hoisted him up on the hospital bed. Slowly and carefully, Duo began taking off what was left of Heero's cloths down to his boxers to get better look at him.
"Mind if I take off the watch, buddy?" he said jokingly and began taking it off. Heero's eyes shot open. The watch! The explosives! The button!
"Duo!" Heero gasped. Duo's head jerked up to look at Heero and Heero could feel Quatra watching him too. "The watch!" Duo rolled the watch in his hand, looking at it questionably.
"What about it?" he asked.
"Press....the button!" he choked out. He knew Woefield hadn't found the explosives. If he had, he would have let Heero know it the hard way. Duo examined the watch carefully, his brows furrowed. He could see any button out of the ordinary.
"Heero, I don't see a...."
"Any button! Just press one!" he practically yelled. Duo, stunned by Heero's outburst, hit one of the buttons. Nothing happened.
"Heero, whats supposed to..."
"The other one...the red one. Press...the red one!" he breathed, feeling like the pain of talking was almost too much. Duo reached back and pressed the red button.
"Ok Heero, I did it. But what's supposed to...." he didn't get to finish again. At that second, a huge explosion rocked the entire ship. Duo and Quatra quickly shoved their hands to their ears as they heard it and were both knocked off their feet. Heero fell off the hospital bed, pain shooting through his whole body has he hit the floor. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as the ship shuddered from the aftermath and things fell onto him. The pain was so immense. He felt himself slipping into darkness but kept himself focused on Quarta, his face scrunched up and his hands to his ears.
The shuddering stopped and all three men remained still. After a moment, Heero heard Duo's voice on the other side of the table.
"What the hell was that!" he yelled.
"Heero!" Quartra jumped up when he saw Heero on the floor. At Quatra's screech, Duo jumped as well and together the two pulled pulled Heero back onto the bed.
"Are you ok, man?" Duo asked.
"What was that Heero?" Quatra asked, looking out the window into space. A part of Mars was covered in smoke. Heero laughed a little, catching the other pilot's attention. Before anything could be said, Trowa ran in the room.
"What happen? Is everyone ok?" He stopped as he saw Heero, a big smile plastered on his face. He looked to Quatra and Duo for answers but they just shrugged in reply.
Heero could hear himself laughing. *He deserved it! Damn bastard* he thought. Woefield was gone now. And he couldn't hurt anyone, especially Relena, anymore.
The sound of his laughter died away as Heero felt himself slip into darkness.
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Okies! So, end of Chapter 7. I know it really sucked. I'm not good with details. But at least your mind can go wild with it and think of some things yourself. I love doing that!
On to chapter 8........
Strawberry Hee-chan
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing. Its not mine!
Lawyer: Yeah, what she said!
Hee-chan: ^_^
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He popped in his disk containing all the information on Roger Woefield and images appeared on his screen. One screen showed a picture of the man and another showed the plans for his base. His main screen in front of him showed what was happening outside. Once he saw the hatch on the roof open and everyone cleared, he took off. He flew out of the basement and up threw a vertical hallway that shot into the sky. As he flew up, the Preventor's base faded in the distance.
Hitting a button, the gundam transformed into a plane like ship and shot faster into the atmosphere. As he hit space, Heero slowed down and let himself coast along in space. He set his direction to Mars and continued on. He sat back and looked at his other screens, studying all the info on Woefield once again. Then, mars came on his main screen.
*So this is it. Sigh. He's waiting for me, eh? Well he'll get a nice surprise.* Heero thought to himself with a wicked grin. He landed on Mars a distance away from Woefield's base. Putting on a helmet for air, he left his gundam with his bag and ran into the base undetected. He took off his helmet and dodged into the closest closet. He pulled out an explosive and placed it in the corner of the closet. All his explosives were controlled by one button on a watch. He pulled out his watch containing the button that set off the explosives and put it on.
He pulled out his gun, hooking it to his pants. Taking another gun, he placed in the inside of his jacket. Then, grabbing his duffle bag full of explosives, he opened the closet door, sticking his head out. The hall was empty. He started down the hall. As he reached a door, someone opened it and walked out.
"Hey! Who are you?" he asked in surprise at seeing Heero. Heero grabbed is mouth and pushed him back into the room. The man began to struggle but Heero brought out his gun and thwacked him across the head with it. The man eyes rolled back in his head and he fell unconscious. Heero looked down at the man wearing work cloths.
Then he got an idea. He took the cloths off the man and tied him up, gagging him and throwing him in the closet in the room. Then, he pulled the man's cloths on over his own and put on the man's hat. Then, picking up the duffle bag once again, he headed out of the room. He hid his eyes under the hat. A few people said hey to him, or patted him on the back. He ignored all these and said nothing. Every so often, when the halls where clear, he'd place an explosive in the nearest closet or in the fire extinguisher box.
He reached a room labeled "Suits" and entered it. The room was almost empty except for what looked like a few scientists walking around the suits, seemingly taking notes. Heero looked upon the millions of mobile suits and dolls in front of him. He had no idea Woefield had this kind of army. The earth was so unprepared for these many machines.
Walking fully into the room, he dodged behind the suits, avoiding the scientists. Taking explosive after explosive out of his bag, he placed them all over the room. As he finished off the last explosive, he left the room.
As he walked down the halls, he noticed a sign on a door saying, "Stay Out". Heero took this as his que and walked in. The room was lined with machines and computers. Heero walked up to one and sat down. It was money time.
He began hacking into the system until he got into banking. With the press of a few buttons, he sent all Woefield's 900 million dollars to Trowa, placing all the money in his clown friend's name. He exited out of the banking account and sat back in the chair with a sigh. Now all that was left was to get out of there and press the button. Just then the door opened behind him. Heero spun around to see Roger Woefield standing in the doorway, a smirk on his face.
"Well well well. Look who we have here. The Destroyer, just about to send all my money away. Tisk tisk. Did you think I didn't have this room guarded? You triggered a silent alarm so I knew you were in here. It's a good thing I caught you before you did any real damage." he said, glancing at the computer to see that the banking account wasn't open. Heero hid a smirk knowing the process was already done.
"If you'll come with me, Mr. Destroyer, I'll try and be gentle." he said in a teasing voice. Heero didn't move.
*Shit. What am I gunna do now. I should have known he would have the place on an alarm. I'm so stupid.*
"Well? Are you coming?" Woefield asked. Again, Heero didn't move. "That fine. Be stubborn." Woefield snapped his finger and two guards ran into the room and grabbed Heero by the arms, jerking him out of the chair. Heero co-operated. He could see guards outside the door, just waiting for him to resist and if he was going to make it out alive, resisting at this point would not be a good idea.
The two guards pulled him in front of Woefield, who smiled down at him cockily. Woefield turned to one of his guards.
"Do take him to the cell, will you?" He said in a seemingly kind voice. The guards knew otherwise and jerked Heero out the door.
"Wait a second." said Woefield, walking up behind Heero. "Can't have you seeing where the cells are, can we?" and with that, he hit Heero over the head with his gun. Heero fell unconscious.
Heero awoke to find himself in a cell with no windows. His hands were tied and he was hanging from a pulley attached to the ceiling, his feet dangling just centimeters above the ground. The work cloths he had stolen from the man were taken off and the hat was gone but his original cloths were still on. He looked around the cell and saw Woefield sitting in the corner on a chair watching him intently.
"Well, good morning, sleepy head. Seems you've been out for some time. Have a nice nap?" he said with a grin. Heero could still feel the blood tickling out of his head from where the gun had hit. He hadn't been out for long. He also noticed all his guns and his empty duffle bag in a box outside the cell.
"Don't worry." he said when he saw Heero looking at his guns. "You won't be getting those back. As a matter of fact, I've called upon some of my former colleagues in the "starting-a-war" business and they'd be delighted to come see you. How would you like that?" he said. Heero's eyes narrowed as he realized Woefield was talking about all the men who had their plans destroyed by him. If they got their hands on him...
Just then, a man walked through the door to the left and stood outside the cell.
"Uhh....Mr Woefield? May I have a word?" he said timidly.
"Of course." Woefield said as he stood and walked over to the door of the cell, unlocking it and walking out. The man took Woefield to the side and spoke softly in his ear, glancing nervously at Heero every five seconds. With every word the man said, Heero could see Woefield's back stiffen.
"Get out." he growled at the man, who quickly ran out. Woefield stood there a minute, his back to Heero. Then, he reached to the side, out of Heero eyesight and pulled out a bat. Heero watched as the man turned to Heero and walked back into the cell, not bothering to lock it this time. Heero's eyes widened slightly as Woefield made his way over to him, gripping the bat extremely tight.
"You...bastard." he started, his anger breaking up his words. "All...my...money...Gone!" Heero realize Woefield had found out Heero had gotten rid of all his money. He smiled slightly at the man's anger. "How...dare...you!" he yelled and swung the bat, hitting Heero hard in the stomach. Heero lost his breath as pain rippled through his entire body. He felt his wound from the previous mission start to reopen. Woefield began walking around him. "This is what you get..." he said, hitting him again, with all his strength, in his back. Heero arched his back as the bat slammed into him again. Woefield continued walking around. Heero swung slightly to the left as the bat slammed into his right side. Woefield walked around to face him.
"You will tell me where all my money is!" he growled. Heero spat at him in his face. Woefield glared up at him, wiping the spit off his face. Just then, he swung the bat up, hitting Heero in his jaw. Heero's head jerked to the side and he felt his jaw jut out of place. Pain seared through his head. He looked down to see a wicked grin on Woefield.
"No matter." he said with a sneer. "I'll get my money back. You will tell me where you put it. Eventually. You will." he said and spun on his heel and walked out of the cell. Grabbing a leaver to his right, he yanked on it. Heero fell to the ground as he felt his bonds loosen. He slumped to the ground in pain as it coursed all through his body. He looked up in time to see Woefield locking the cell.
"Enjoy your night." he reply with a cool grin and walked out of the door to Heero's left. Heero pushed himself against the corner and laid back, determining his position.
*How am I going to get out of this?* he thought to himself as sleep took over him.
Heero awoke the next morning to the bat falling hard on his side. He looked up to see Woefield with that damn smile on his face again. That smile really annoyed Heero but he didn't let Woefield see that.
"I've brought someone to see you, Destroyer." he said.
"Please, don't get up." said a man as he walked in the cell. "There is no need for formalities." Heero recognized the man as one of the ones he had taken money from and blew up all his plans. Just then, one of the guards walked in and up to Woefield.
"Sir, I think you'll wanna see this." he said, motioning to the door.
"Alright. Here you are, Padmere." he said, handing the bat to the man glaring at Heero. "I'll be back in a bit. Do with him what you will, but leave him alive because others want a chance to see him as well." and with that he followed the guard out.
Padmere, as Woefield had called him, turned to Heero, the bat clenched tight in his had.
"I've waited for this for a long time, Destroyer!" He said as he approached Heero. Heero raised his broken chin defiantly and look at Padmere. Padmere brought the bat around and slammed it into Heero's left shoulder. Heero fell on his side, his eyes wide. His body jerked as he felt the bat hit him again, and again. It hurt worse each time and Heero almost couldn't stand it. He willed himself not to retaliate. But as he was taking this beating, he almost couldn't bare it.
Just then, Woefield walked back in.
"Padmere. Stop." he said, unlocking the cell door and walking in. Padmere stopped and turned to look at Woefield. "Give me a minute alone with him, will you?" he said politely. Padmere bowed slightly, and, handing him the bat, took his leave. Woefield walked over to Heero, who had managed to sit up.
"So, the Minister has decided to go into hiding. How convenient, don't you think?" Heero smiled a bit. *That'a boy, Duo.* Woefield noticed the smiled and reached down, grabbing Heero by his jacket, holding him against the wall in pure rage. "Tell me where she is!" he growled. Heero just smiled.
"How would I know?" he said, cockily. Woefield pulled him back and slammed him against the wall again.
"You know damn well where she went. Tell me!" he yelled. Heero smiled on. He knew exactly where Relena was. He could bet anything Duo had taken Relena to his, Heero's, house as soon as he realized Heero was gone. *Duo probably went to Lady Une as soon as I didn't turn up for dinner and asked her all about me. She probably told him I was on a mission and probably even told him how extreme it was. He probably took Relena into hiding just incase and brought her to my house. No one knows who lives there anyway.*
"Sorry. Can't say." Heero replied with a sneer. With a loud growl, Woefield threw Heero against the opposite wall. He stood there a minute as if deciding what to do next. Then he turned to Heero, an evil glint in his eye.
"Fine then. Since you won't tell me at the moment, I suppose I'll just have to beat it out of you, in the wall room." he said. "You will tell me where she is." He turned on his heel and stalked out of the cell, turning to the guard as he exited. "Put him in the wall room!" he barked at the guard, who jumped at the aggressiveness in Woefield's voice and quickly ran into the cell.
Grabbing Heero by the arm, he dragged him out of the cell and down the dark, bleak hall to the end. To the right looked like a concrete door built right into the wall. The guard walked over and opened the door, reveling nothing but blackness.
Roughly, the guard threw Heero into the dark. Heero hit the floor hard and looked in time to see the guard's yellow teeth before he slammed the concrete door shut. Heero was submerged into total darkness. There were no windows and there wasn't even a crack from the door, shining light in. He felt around with his hands until he found the wall, then continued on until he found the corner. Lying against it, he tried to clear his mind and get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day.
Heero awoke the next morning to the sound of the concrete door containing him open. Woefield walked in, carrying the bat. Heero hated that bat. That bat had caused him so much pain already and he had only been here two days.
Woefield walked up to Heero and knelt down in front of him.
"So. Ready to tell me where the Minister is, Destroyer?" he asked politly.
"You'd have to kill me first." Heero said with a grin. The calm look disappeared off of Woefield's face and he swung the bat, hitting Heero in the side. Heero fell sideways in pain as Woefield stood up.
"Just so you know, Destroyer. People are willing to pay good money to come and have a turn at you with this bat. I'll have all my money back soon enough. But how am I going to start a war by killing the Minister if I can't find her?" he asked in a joking voice that was so fake it was sickening. He swung the bat down again, hitting Heero in the stomach. Heero's breath caught as the bat hit his previous wound and he felt it reopen. Woefield didn't seem to notice. "Well, I guess I'll just bring in the next person. Oh Jackleburn! He's all ready for you!" Woefield called out the door. A hunched over, old man with a cane stumbled in, a grin on his face. Woefield handed him the bat.
"Thank you" said the man innocently.
"You're very welcome. Now, remember the rule. No killing him. I still need him for info. Got that?" Woefielf said.
"Of course." said Jackleburn. Woefield took his leave, leaving the door open for light. "Well, hello there. Remember me?" Jackleburn said slowly with a cold grin. Swinging the bat down hard, he knocked Heero in the back of the neck, causing the soldier to black out.
2 Weeks Later...
"Get up, Destroyer!" Heero heard as he felt someone kick him hard in the side. He rolled him over on his back and opened his eyes, feeling like he couldn't move anymore than that. These past two weeks had been hell for him and he didn't feel he had the strength to move at all. Woefield had made sure the others knew not to have any mercy of him. And they hadn't had any. Woefield even had to call a doctor in to make sure he wasn't going to die. He wanted to know where Relena was bad and would do anything to get Heero to tell him. It wasn't working as Heero was determined not to say a word. Woefield had also tried to get Heero to tell him his real name. Heero had managed to hold that in as well.
"I said get up!" Woefield yelled, kicking him again. Heero turned over, his back to Woefield as he tried to find the strength in him. It hurt to open his eyes, much less stand up.
"No need." said a voice from behind him. He recognized the voice but his mind was focused on his pain and he couldn't think clearly. The room was so dark that he wouldn't have been able to see who it was anyway. "Bring me a light," said the voice of a different man Heero recognized. He desperately tried to concentrate on the voice, figure out who they were, but the pain blocked all that. He heard footsteps fade as someone walked away. His footsteps returned when the person came back.
"Now, you're sure you can get anything out of him?" Woefield said.
"Of course." said man one.
"You have our word." man two added.
"Thank you." Woefield said. "Please excuse his condition. He had a rough night last night. Here's your light." Heero heard the clanking of class as a lantern was passed form one hand to the other.
"Give us one hour." said man two.
"And we'd like no guards around here." added man one. There was a pause.
"No guards? Why is that?" Woefield answered skeptically.
"They make us nervous. Never know what they could do. We would feel a lot better if the hall was clear. And even better if all the halls were cleared to the shuttle. That way we don't have to pass any. Bad experiences, ya know" man one explained, motioning to man two. There was another pause.
"I suppose I could arrange that." he said.
"Great! Come back in one hour. We will probably be gone by then seeing as how we have our money. He'll be ready to tell you anything you need to know when we're done with him."
"Excellent." Woefield said slowly, loving every minute of this. "The halls will be clear for you. Do what you need to do to him. Just leave him alive so that I may get some answers." he demanded.
"Of course." said man two softly.
"Now, if you'll please leave, we'd appreciate it." Man one replied.
"Of course. Thank you again." Woefield said gleefully and Heero heard the door slam shut, sunk into the darkness of the room again. There was a pause from the two men as they seemed to be listening to Woefield give orders to clear the halls. After the guard's and Woefield's footsteps had gone, Heero heard the two men shift. The light flicked on slightly and a soft glow filled the damp room.
"Oh my god." muttered man two. Or was it man one? Heero couldn't tell anymore. He felt the presence of someone right behind him but refused to see who it was. He curled into the tightest ball he could manage without crying out in pain and slammed his eyes closed, preparing for the worst. He hadn't cried out in pain once in the two weeks that he had been here and he wasn't about to start now.
He flinched as one of the men lightly touched his arm. It sent pain cascading up and down his arm. He sucked in a breath and the man jerked his hand back.
"What are we going to do, man? We can't even touch him!" said man one. Was that concern Heero heard in his voice. The felt the presence of the man replaced by the another and realized it was the first of the two as he began to speak.
"Heero. It's Trowa." He said softly. Heero's eyes shot open. He carefully turned his head to see his clown friend looking down at him. Heero tried to hold back the tears as he rolled over onto his back. Looking over Trowa's shoulder at him was Duo. Heero's breath caught in his throat. He had never been so happy to see them in his life.
"Heero. What did they do to you, man?" Duo asked, fear written all over his face. Heero wondered just how bad he looked. Trowa looked him over.
"Looks like every bone in your body is broken. Heero, can you say anything?" Trowa asked. Heero opened his mouth and nothing came out. He let out a raspy breath and inhaled deeply. Using all his strength, he said they only words he could think of at that second.
"Where's.....Relena?" he choked out. Duo knelt down beside him and looked him in the eye.
"Don't worry about her, man. I've been taking real good care of her. If you don't mind, I took over for you while you were gone." he said with a small smile. "Wufei is with her now. Quatra's on the ship, waiting to pull off as soon as we get on." Heero's mind fell at ease. Relena was safe. That was all he needed to know.
"Duo..." Heero started, not knowing if he had the strength to finish.
"Yeah, man. I'm here. What do you need?" He asked. Heero looked up at Trowa, saying with his eyes that he was talking to him as well. Trowa nodded once, indicating he was listening. Heero looked back at the braided man beside him.
"Help...me...." he said, pleadingly.
"That's what we're here to do, bud." Duo replied and immediately jumped beside him. Sliding one arm around Heero's waist and wrapping Heero's arm around his neck, Duo lifted him off the ground. Pain shot all through Heero at being touched. It hurt everywhere. He bit his bottom lip hard and was almost afraid he would bite it off. Lifting his head slightly, he saw Trowa look him up and down. Turning his head slightly to Duo, he said the braided man looking him over as well.
"Damn, Heero. What have they been feeding you? Nothing?" Duo asked, his brow wrinkled into a deep furrow. Heero looked down at himself and for the first time in two weeks, noticed how thin he had gotten. Woefield had hardly fed him at all. A piece of toast here and there and some water. That was about it. And he was lucky to get that at all. He looked up at Trowa, who was easier to look at than Duo. To look at Duo, it would mean having to turn his head and he didn't think he could do that again.
"Let's get you out of here," Trowa said finally and turned to the door. Heero held his breath and waited for the guards to burst in as Trowa slowly opened the creaking, brick door. Surprisingly, there was no one. Had Woefield been true to his word?
Trowa looked outside the door, making sure there was no one out there. After a moment of dead silence, he motioned with his hand to come forward. Duo started moving slightly and pain shot through Heero. He took a sharp intake of breath to prevent him from screaming out in pain. Duo had notice this intake and stopped.
"You ok, man?" he asked, worry flooding his voice. Heero squeezed his eyes shut to prevent tears from springing to his eyes and nodded.
"Just...go..." he said briskly. All he needed was his friends stuck down here like him when they risked their lives to save him. Duo started walking again, even slower this time.
"Damnit Duo.....go faster!" Heero choked out. They had to get out of here and now! The pain could wait, there lives couldn't. He felt Duo speed up. His head hung, not having the strength to keep it up. He watched Duo's feet, occasionally catching a glimpse of Trowa's, as the two men ran through the door and stopped at the entrance to the basement. Trowa looked out the door again and again saw no one. The two shot out the door, Duo gripping Heero gently but it still hurt like hell.
They stopped many times, each time checking to see if there were any guards. Again and again there weren't. Heero bounced up and down slightly as they ran. He wished to God he could just pass out and not have to feel this pain.
As they ran down the hall, Heero tried thinking of something other than the pain coursing all through his body. *Relena. I'll think of Relena. I'm so glad she's ok. Duo's such a smart guy for figuring most of it. And he actually came to get me. And Trowa. And Quatra is in the ship. And Wufei with Relena. I don't know how could thank them.*
"We're here." Trowa said as Heero saw them enter the door at the end of a hall. It was a shuttle room. The three stood just inside the door and Quartra slowly opened the hatch. Just behind them, down the hall, someone yelled.
"Hey you! Come back here!" Duo turned around and Heero lifted his head to see three guards running down the hall towards them, pulling out their guns.
"Let's go!" Duo yelled as he took off toward the ship, Trowa following. Suddenly, gun shots started going off. The two men leapt onto the platform that had come down to let them on the ship and Quatra began closing it. The shots ceased as the hatch closed and curses were heard outside.
"That was close." Duo said with a grin. "Nothing like getting shot at to wake you up, eh?" he said, talking more to himself then anyone else. They left the hatch room and headed down the hall. After a moment, they we're greeted by Quatra, who rounded the corner with a smile. At seeing Heero, his smile disappeared into a look of worry.
"Dear God, what happen?" he asked.
"Just help me get him to the medical room." Duo replied.
"I'm gunna go inform everyone we're ok and on our way home," Trowa announced and headed in the other direction own the hall. Quatra ran ahead of Duo and opened a door to the right. Dragging Heero in the room, he hoisted him up on the hospital bed. Slowly and carefully, Duo began taking off what was left of Heero's cloths down to his boxers to get better look at him.
"Mind if I take off the watch, buddy?" he said jokingly and began taking it off. Heero's eyes shot open. The watch! The explosives! The button!
"Duo!" Heero gasped. Duo's head jerked up to look at Heero and Heero could feel Quatra watching him too. "The watch!" Duo rolled the watch in his hand, looking at it questionably.
"What about it?" he asked.
"Press....the button!" he choked out. He knew Woefield hadn't found the explosives. If he had, he would have let Heero know it the hard way. Duo examined the watch carefully, his brows furrowed. He could see any button out of the ordinary.
"Heero, I don't see a...."
"Any button! Just press one!" he practically yelled. Duo, stunned by Heero's outburst, hit one of the buttons. Nothing happened.
"Heero, whats supposed to..."
"The other one...the red one. Press...the red one!" he breathed, feeling like the pain of talking was almost too much. Duo reached back and pressed the red button.
"Ok Heero, I did it. But what's supposed to...." he didn't get to finish again. At that second, a huge explosion rocked the entire ship. Duo and Quatra quickly shoved their hands to their ears as they heard it and were both knocked off their feet. Heero fell off the hospital bed, pain shooting through his whole body has he hit the floor. His eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as the ship shuddered from the aftermath and things fell onto him. The pain was so immense. He felt himself slipping into darkness but kept himself focused on Quarta, his face scrunched up and his hands to his ears.
The shuddering stopped and all three men remained still. After a moment, Heero heard Duo's voice on the other side of the table.
"What the hell was that!" he yelled.
"Heero!" Quartra jumped up when he saw Heero on the floor. At Quatra's screech, Duo jumped as well and together the two pulled pulled Heero back onto the bed.
"Are you ok, man?" Duo asked.
"What was that Heero?" Quatra asked, looking out the window into space. A part of Mars was covered in smoke. Heero laughed a little, catching the other pilot's attention. Before anything could be said, Trowa ran in the room.
"What happen? Is everyone ok?" He stopped as he saw Heero, a big smile plastered on his face. He looked to Quatra and Duo for answers but they just shrugged in reply.
Heero could hear himself laughing. *He deserved it! Damn bastard* he thought. Woefield was gone now. And he couldn't hurt anyone, especially Relena, anymore.
The sound of his laughter died away as Heero felt himself slip into darkness.
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Okies! So, end of Chapter 7. I know it really sucked. I'm not good with details. But at least your mind can go wild with it and think of some things yourself. I love doing that!
On to chapter 8........
Strawberry Hee-chan