Bright here: Not for profit fiction provided for entertainment purposes only. I do not own Gundam Wing or Sailor Moon.

Yes I am still alive I'm just having a little brain fart and I haven't been able to think of fun story ideas. No feed back came in about who wanted whom to go on the rescue mission and meet the boys so all complaints will be ha ha ha'd!

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~* GW Dimension *~

The upcoming mission was infiltration to start. Quatre radioed back to his desert base on a secure channel and arranged for the Gundams to be transported in secret to a warehouse near the OZ base where they could be stored until they were needed.

"This is one of those cases where mass destruction and high explosives are a little dangerous," commented Usagi in an attempt to make an intellectual observation.

Duo snickered. "Babe mass destruction and high explosives are always dangerous." Quatre was torn between a desire to smile at the comment or admonish Duo for inappropriate humor as the potential for something horrific happening was indeed sobering.

Usagi reached back and scratched the back of her head looking a little embarrassed. "Eh heh... Well, I meant a little more dangerous," she amended.

Heero ignored the running commentary, as he was busy hacking into the personnel records at the OZ lab. He faked a record of transfer so Trowa could infiltrate the lab as a scientist. Duo planned to confiscate one of the trucks and get a look at the warehouses under the guise of a contract truck driver. Quatre had a contact in the company that had the cleaning contract for the lab and offices. He got himself hired onto the cleaning staff as a business favor to Winner Enterprises though he kept his identity secret. The hazardous biomedical waste disposal contract would be key to finding out the safe ways to dispose of the biological weapons. Heero forged an OZ information officer identification for himself and quickly disappeared.

Poor Wufei was stuck with the job of coordinating all of the incoming information from a small rented room nearby. He had a telescope, a computer and a radio. He was the backup plan and the big guns should the team need to call in a Gundam quickly. It wasn't the position as mission coordinator he had a problem with.

"Tenshi, can you stay with Wufei," pleaded Duo. Wufei's knuckles gripped around the hilt of his ancestral sword were white but he suspected it was for the best that the tenshi stay here.

The look of angelic mischief in Usagi's eyes as she obediently smiled and cheerfully glommed Wufei's arm did nothing to set Duo's mind at ease. Wufei's look of suffering stiff forbearance was priceless.

Over the next twelve hours, Heero managed to download key files back to Wufei and Wufei managed to tap into the main switchboard so he could monitor calls. As Trowa was arranging to transfer out some key lab samples, Wufei noticed the tenshi was nowhere to be found. He felt more than a little uneasy about this but Usagi had appeared out of thin air so it stood to reason she'd return there eventually right?

Usagi hummed the mission impossible theme as she sneaked from lamppost to lamppost down the street. The other pedestrians looked at her oddly. The guard from OZ watched as the blonde girl in powder blue coveralls and daisy print T-shirt dove and hid behind the mailbox smiling with the adventure of her exploit. He could hear the theme music she was humming and he grinned.

Trowa looked up from the experiment he was doing and glanced out the window. He just about dropped the test tube he was holding. There on the lawn, sat at a picnic table, with an OZ guard, having a nice picnic, laughing and smiling, inhaling food with extreme enthusiasm,... was the tenshi.

"Dieu ont la pitiƩ," (God have mercy) he whispered. It was an earnest plea.

"Mph, these are good sammiches!" Usagi explained to her new friend the guard. She munched away enthusiastically, oblivious to the coronary Trowa was having.

~* SM Dimension *~

"Rock Paper Scissors. It's the only way to decide this," annouced Ami. Everyone stared at Ami. This was not her usual scientifically well thought out solution. Ami blushed.

Mamoru, Ami, Haruka, Michiru, and Rei were going. Setsuna would stay at the time gate as back up. It was decided.

"NO!" protested Luna horrified. "We need someone mature here too!"

Hotaru and Minako who had been pouting at getting left behind now grinned and high-fived. Haruka and Michiru blanched. "I resent that comment Luna!" exclaimed Makoto.

"I'll stay," offered Michiru.

"How are we suppose to teleport with only three scouts and Tuxedo Mask?" asked Rei.

"It is true that I can't help with teleportation. I'll stay," conceded Mamoru.

"Michiru and I work best as a team. I'll stay," Haruka reluctantly agreed.

"Now you've only got two people going I'll go!" Minako quickly offered.

"ME TOO!"

"Okay,... lets go over this again. How did we end up sending Minako, Hotaru, Ami and Rei?" Mamoru whimpered worried about the welfare of his only love. "How on earth are they going to work together? Minako and Hotaru bring out the worst mischief in each other, Rei will only loose her cool and Ami will just get swept along! This is a disaster."

Haruka's eyebrow was twitching. "I don't know! We had everything planned then poof! Did we even agree to this?"

"I thought you'd danced the two step before," suggested Michiru with a quirky smile. "You're getting slow in you're old age; dance partners switched and you didn't even notice... Shame, shame, " she teased. It amused Michiru to no end when Haruka lost her temper.

"Sailor Pluto will keep an eye on them," Makoto reasoned. Makoto smirked to herself. At least it would be Minako stuck with any cat food they'd accidentally packed as a result of the label pealing fiasco.