Well, I expect I should really do a disclaimer right? I've never done one
before and to be totally honest I don't think anyone reads them anyway (me
for one) but here we go...
I don't own any of the GW characters etc. mentioned blah blah blah but the story plot is mine etc etc etc....
Oh sod it... that'll do for now...
Miko: God you're lazy...
Kaine: Shut it muse...
Miko: --
Kaine: On with the story!!! Oh yea there will be YAOI in later chapters when I finally write them so don't get angry with me!!!
Miko: Pervert...
Kaine:Oo
"Come on... come on..." Duo hissed at the computer screen. He took another sip of his coffee and grimaced at the bitter, cold taste. He missed Quatre's coffee; he made the best coffee in the universe, literally. Not matter how much milk or sugar or instant coffee granules Duo put into his mug, it was never quite the same. Columns of numbers were flying up the screen and, while they wouldn't have meant anything to normal people, to Duo they meant he was getting closer. Closer to breaking the unwritable protection on 'Space Trinity 3000'. That's what former Gundam pilot Duo Maxwell did in his spare time. Bought computer games, spent a few days breaking their re- write blocks then making millions of copies to sell off to anyone who wanted them. He didn't do it for the money, more for the satisfaction that he could do it. It always felt pretty good to break the re-write code on a supposedly un-writable game; it was a bit like pissing on the creator's bonfire.
The numbers slowed then disappeared. A smaller column appeared on screen with Duo's favourite message.
Re-write complete. Save files to new folder Y/N?
Duo pressed the 'Y' key and sat back, a satisfied grin on his face.
'Un-writable my ass' he thought happily. He closed the window and double clicked the Internet icon and waited while the modem did its usual beeping and clicking as it connected to the World Wide Web. The homepage popped up and Duo signed into his email inbox. Four in his inbox and 36 in his junk mail. He deleted all of the latter and three of the ones in the inbox. He was about to delete the fourth, when the sender's name caught his eye.
'Zero' was all it said in the box. Duo opened it curiously, praying it wasn't another virus that he hadn't heard of yet, or created for that matter. The email opened and Duo's jaw hit the floor.
Hello Duo, I got your email address from Trowa, hope you don't mind. Anyway, I have a favour to ask of you. Do you remember a year or so ago when there were some
rumours flying around about a new type of mobile suit that was in
development illegally?
Duo did remember. He took a cigarette out of the packet beside him and lit up.
Well, as it turns out, the rumours were true and this mobile suit is indeed being developed on a small colony somewhere. It's supposed to be totally superior to any mobile suit before it, including the Gundams, and it's been
reported that development is scheduled to finish later this year, round
about October. Shipment of the suit should start the following March, providing all goes according to plan. This is where we come in. Somebody contacted me anonymously a week or so ago and propositioned me. We go in,
get the plans and blueprints of the prototype, bring them out then this
contact brings everything to light, thus stopping development and production of the mobile suit and bringing the company down. The only thing is that I don't know if the 'contact' is reliable, I don't know if they're
going to get these plans from us then run off with both them and the
$100,000,000 they offered too.
Money. Duo's eyes lit up and he leaned in closer to the monitor to continue reading.
So I'm going to meet them in person, whether they like it or not, to do the exchange. But all that aside for now, the reason I mailed you is to ask for
your help, I can't really do this alone as much as I would prefer too
because the place were the research is taking place is heavily guarded,
security is high. Also I guess I could do with not having to do all the work myself since we will need to get files, blueprints, research documents and photographic evidence of the developments. Please Duo, let me know very
soon if you can do this.
Heero
Duo took a drag of the cigarette, which had mostly burned up to nothing, and thought for a moment. He and Heero hadn't seen each other for nearly five years, and here his old partner was, mailing him and asking for his help in a mission that sounded as dodgy as his coffee making skills. Heero would have no doubt changed a lot, as Duo himself had, and it was intriguing to know how Heero was these days. A slightly dodgy sounding mission was totally out of character for him, but then Heero had said that he wasn't about to stand for anymore potential wars a long time ago, and if he knew Heero, which he was pretty certain he did, taking down this company meant a lot to him. Duo grabbed the mouse and moved the cursor over the 'reply' button and clicked. He began typing.
Dear Hee-chan, Yeah, I read your email and I've had a good think about it..........
There we go, I know it's short but if I write anymore it'll just be...well...wrong! Anyway, RR please, even if you thought it was crap and I'll get writing chapter two...
Miko: Yes indeed, get writing you lazy person...
Kaine: Hey! I'm juggling three stories, homework and revision here!
Miko: So?
Kaine: Bloody muses...who needs 'em?
I don't own any of the GW characters etc. mentioned blah blah blah but the story plot is mine etc etc etc....
Oh sod it... that'll do for now...
Miko: God you're lazy...
Kaine: Shut it muse...
Miko: --
Kaine: On with the story!!! Oh yea there will be YAOI in later chapters when I finally write them so don't get angry with me!!!
Miko: Pervert...
Kaine:Oo
"Come on... come on..." Duo hissed at the computer screen. He took another sip of his coffee and grimaced at the bitter, cold taste. He missed Quatre's coffee; he made the best coffee in the universe, literally. Not matter how much milk or sugar or instant coffee granules Duo put into his mug, it was never quite the same. Columns of numbers were flying up the screen and, while they wouldn't have meant anything to normal people, to Duo they meant he was getting closer. Closer to breaking the unwritable protection on 'Space Trinity 3000'. That's what former Gundam pilot Duo Maxwell did in his spare time. Bought computer games, spent a few days breaking their re- write blocks then making millions of copies to sell off to anyone who wanted them. He didn't do it for the money, more for the satisfaction that he could do it. It always felt pretty good to break the re-write code on a supposedly un-writable game; it was a bit like pissing on the creator's bonfire.
The numbers slowed then disappeared. A smaller column appeared on screen with Duo's favourite message.
Re-write complete. Save files to new folder Y/N?
Duo pressed the 'Y' key and sat back, a satisfied grin on his face.
'Un-writable my ass' he thought happily. He closed the window and double clicked the Internet icon and waited while the modem did its usual beeping and clicking as it connected to the World Wide Web. The homepage popped up and Duo signed into his email inbox. Four in his inbox and 36 in his junk mail. He deleted all of the latter and three of the ones in the inbox. He was about to delete the fourth, when the sender's name caught his eye.
'Zero' was all it said in the box. Duo opened it curiously, praying it wasn't another virus that he hadn't heard of yet, or created for that matter. The email opened and Duo's jaw hit the floor.
Hello Duo, I got your email address from Trowa, hope you don't mind. Anyway, I have a favour to ask of you. Do you remember a year or so ago when there were some
rumours flying around about a new type of mobile suit that was in
development illegally?
Duo did remember. He took a cigarette out of the packet beside him and lit up.
Well, as it turns out, the rumours were true and this mobile suit is indeed being developed on a small colony somewhere. It's supposed to be totally superior to any mobile suit before it, including the Gundams, and it's been
reported that development is scheduled to finish later this year, round
about October. Shipment of the suit should start the following March, providing all goes according to plan. This is where we come in. Somebody contacted me anonymously a week or so ago and propositioned me. We go in,
get the plans and blueprints of the prototype, bring them out then this
contact brings everything to light, thus stopping development and production of the mobile suit and bringing the company down. The only thing is that I don't know if the 'contact' is reliable, I don't know if they're
going to get these plans from us then run off with both them and the
$100,000,000 they offered too.
Money. Duo's eyes lit up and he leaned in closer to the monitor to continue reading.
So I'm going to meet them in person, whether they like it or not, to do the exchange. But all that aside for now, the reason I mailed you is to ask for
your help, I can't really do this alone as much as I would prefer too
because the place were the research is taking place is heavily guarded,
security is high. Also I guess I could do with not having to do all the work myself since we will need to get files, blueprints, research documents and photographic evidence of the developments. Please Duo, let me know very
soon if you can do this.
Heero
Duo took a drag of the cigarette, which had mostly burned up to nothing, and thought for a moment. He and Heero hadn't seen each other for nearly five years, and here his old partner was, mailing him and asking for his help in a mission that sounded as dodgy as his coffee making skills. Heero would have no doubt changed a lot, as Duo himself had, and it was intriguing to know how Heero was these days. A slightly dodgy sounding mission was totally out of character for him, but then Heero had said that he wasn't about to stand for anymore potential wars a long time ago, and if he knew Heero, which he was pretty certain he did, taking down this company meant a lot to him. Duo grabbed the mouse and moved the cursor over the 'reply' button and clicked. He began typing.
Dear Hee-chan, Yeah, I read your email and I've had a good think about it..........
There we go, I know it's short but if I write anymore it'll just be...well...wrong! Anyway, RR please, even if you thought it was crap and I'll get writing chapter two...
Miko: Yes indeed, get writing you lazy person...
Kaine: Hey! I'm juggling three stories, homework and revision here!
Miko: So?
Kaine: Bloody muses...who needs 'em?