Promenade
By: Camigwen
+ Chapter 10 +
Hope was on longer something Haruka could rely on. She had given up hope on hope a long time ago. For a brief while she had thought that maybe someone would come get her, someone would have thought she had been gone for too long. But, alas, no one came. How long had she been in this place of torture and terror--oh, she couldn't remember…time was no longer something she recognized these days.
They had given her some type of drug, one that she could neither name nor describe. She couldn't see what they had given her, being strapped to the table, only feel it. Whatever blood type was flowing through her veins, it was damn good at fighting off these drugs they'd injected her with on a daily basis.
What exactly was in her blood anyway? Last time she checked she was human. A Sailor Senshi, but a human nonetheless. She'd been human for 191 years. Maybe, just maybe to sustain her--considering the normal life span of humans--her Uranian blood was somehow returning.
Was it insane? Yes.
Was it impossible? No.
Haruka had learned long ago that things were not impossible, especially with her profession and all the crazy, impossible-seeming things she'd been through throughout the years.
The thing that she couldn't quite grasp was how the FBI knew she wasn't originally from Earth. Did they jump to conclusions and automatically assume that she was an alien, so to speak, or did they somehow know that she was once upon a time a little princess growing up on a planet in the outer solar system? No, they couldn't have known. Unless they were in league with an enemy of hers and the other Sailor Senshi, and that was highly unlikely. What would the United States' government team up with a modern day Galaxia?
She sighed, knowing that she would more than likely never have answers to these questions and never have a chance to ask either.
++
Angrily, duo tossed a piece of Gundanium shrapnel against the titanium paneling of the insulated wall. "Dammit!" He knew where Haruka was, knew how she had gotten there, and what had--what was happening to her, and here he was with a Gundam that wasn't exactly ready to take flight. He'd thought that the Deathscythe was ready for flight, but at the time the fact that he had asked Quatre to double check the wiring that connected the response systems to both of the legs had completely slipped his mind. Now, his Gundam lay bare and open with wires hanging out from panels that had been removed.
What use was the God of Death without his scythe? The only other Gundam in this bay that was able to take to the air was--
Wing Zero.
But, did he dare take Heero's Gundam. The thought of piloting a suit that had that blasted Zero System installed within it made his stomach churn, but it was the only thing available to him at the moment.
As he walked over to the Zero, he contemplated which was worse--facing the forces of the legendary US organization or the wrath of Heero Yuy when her discovered that Duo had borrowed his Gundam to rescue a woman he could barely stand.
With a heavy sigh and a gulp, Duo climbed into the Zero, opened the hangar bay doors, and took off in the direction of Roswell, New Mexico, USA.
++
"Agent Sewell, I think you might want to see this."
Slightly annoyed, Sewell strode over to the new agent, who had by some stroke of luck landed his first assignment her at Area 51. "What is it kid?"
The young agent frowned at the use of 'kid' in reference to himself, but quickly composed himself as to not allow his dismay to be expressed in front of a superior agent. "There's an object headed towards the base at an immense speed, sir." He pointed at the blinking dot on the computer screen to show Sewell how close the object was to the base.
"Unidentified?" Sewell asked.
"No exactly, sir. The object appears to be made of Gundanium Alloy."
Sewell's eyes widened. "A Gundam? But, the Gundams were destroyed following the defeat of Treize's brat, Mariemaia. They couldn't have possibly been rebuilt. And what would a Gundam want with that creature?"
He glanced over to the table, strapped down tight, staring blankly at the ceiling. The drugs hadn't taken effect yet…odd…
++
A panel on the Zero's console flashed, letting Duo know that he'd been detected. "Damn… Well, I guess I couldn't expect anything less from the FBI."
Swiftly, he landed and threw the Zero's cloak on and flipped on the signal jammer. He should've had those on originally, but in his haste to get to this infamous base quickly, he'd completely forgot. Shoving one gun into the holster at his waist and gripping the other one firmly in his right hand, he quickly shoved extra ammo into his pockets and slipped a knife into the book of his left leg.
The base wasn't very far from where he landed and it wasn't that hard to break into it either. He would've thought that Area 51 had better security than that--security that could keep out even a Gundam Pilot. The again, they could've wanted him to come in. Yeah, that must be it.
Just in case, he cocked his gun and brought it up in a defensive position.
He was ready for whatever the had in store for him
++
Something in the back of her mind caused her to slowly open her eyes and stare at the ceiling. She sensed someone…but who? It wasn't a Sailor Senshi--she would've sensed them immediately…could it be Duo?
No. Definitely not.
Duo was an incompetent fool. He could never in a million years succeed in breaking into a US military base.
**TCB**
Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing.
AN: Yeah, I know I UPDATED!! *dances* Well, marching season's over, so I'll have more time to write now. Um…should I combine my chapters? I was thinking that maybe I should… *shrugs*
1/23/03
In loving memory of Kaleb Andrew Sultenfuss [7/17/03--11/11/03]
In loving memory of Paul Guajardo [6/6/03--11/14/03]
