Cruel
Chapter 4: Inside Information
By: The Fanfic Writer From Hell
Disclaimer: You all know the drill by now... -.-
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Leon tapped his foot impatiently upon the floor. "Come ON! You guys got nothing done while I was gone?! The boss is breathing down my neck, and if those pilots catch her, she's taking all of us down with her, so MOVE IT IF YOU WANNA LIVE!" He had bellowed, a note panic in his voice. Personally, HE wanted to live a long life. A long, painless life, with a nice wife...maybe a brat or two...a good home, a good amount of money. It might not be much, but hell, it was a life, and that's GOT to be better than what he was likely to have if the boss hauled off and slapped him dead.
The Gundam loomed before him. He leaned on the railing of the catwalk, which was up to the mecha's waist. Scientists and technicians where crawling all over it with their toys, and doing whatever it was that they do. The head scientist, Doctor L, was being a bit persnickety about the repairs and upgrades. In some places, the armor was on and off. Circuits where exposed, amidst other inside parts of the Gundam.
They had nicknamed it D.C. But that was not even close to its name. Nooo, not even close. Its name was Hel.
D.C...was a joke. THAT stood for Dominatrix Custom, or, rather, Demonatrix Custom. Leon and 'boss' had fun making up the nickname. Neither remembered, but they believed that they had both been celebrating the completion of the gundam, and therefore, alcohol had flowed freely. Not to mention that the place was a puff of smoke. People had been drinking, smoking...all that fun stuff. Hell, there was contests on how many drinks you could down or how many cigarettes you could smoke all at the same time. Here's to the winner...you get a raise! WHEE!
The building of the gundam had been a big deal for them. They had been crunched severely for resources, but eventually dug up what was required. Boss ordered them to do whatever it took to complete it. So they snatched a resource satillite which had been particularly jam-packed with what was required for gundanium alloy. After they harvested all of the metal needed plus a surplus amount of it for future repairs and upgrades, they where golden. A dreamy look came on Leon's face at the memory of when he presented Boss with the Gundam. She almost kissed him. Almost. Frick.
Maybe I'll get a kiss this time. He thought with a grin. He'd settle for that as happily as he would have accepted a raise...Boss is hot. A real nice lookin' gal, in his opinion. It was said that she didn't appear much around the base due to how all of the nice technicians couldn't focus on their work when she was within eyeshot. Zero work tended to get accomplished with her around. Leon wondered distantly where the next meeting would be. Then he wondered why she had to set up meetings at 'discreet' locations at all. Boss could get anywhere as long as she really wanted to get there. And these meetings between them where important, so, what the hell? She couldn't come to HQ? Oh, wait. He knew what it was. It was those gundam pilots.
As it turned out, the pilots where stationed pretty much right between Boss's house and HQ. Now the pesky pilots where spreading out further, and where gaining more and more allies. Capsule Corporation...the Z-Fighters...if she was REALLY unlucky, Kaiba Corporation. Then they might branch over to The Realm, because there was Atemu there. Atemu had spies, and they where nothing but the best. He worked hard to gain his vast knowledge and keep it current.
A cell phone trilled somewhere in the depths of his pockets. Leon stuck his hand into one pocket, then another, attempting to fish the damned annoying thing out. Finally, after a few more minutes, he found it, and hit the 'talk' button with a thumb. "Yeah, talk to me..." He said, holding the phone to an ear. The voice there made his breath catch in his expanded lungs.
"Seven days." It said. Leon recognized the voice and snarled. "Yeah, very funny, Boss. Now what do you want?" He got the distinct impression that she shrugged over on the other end of the connection.
"Wanted to spook you. And yeah. Seven days. That's about as long as I most likely have till' the shit hits the fan. They're on to me, old boy." Boss flicked on a lighter and put the flame to the end of a filtered cigarette. A long, slender cig, slightly more feminine looking, but in good taste altogether. Only in the name of good taste, really...she liked the look of them and the taste, so all was good. She put the lighter away after noting that she used the last bit of it. This lighter was dead, and she was in no mood to head to the drug store on the corner of Moon and Nakato. It was a busy intersection as it is, and with her luck, the Pilots would come trundling on down one of those same streets in Quatre's car. Matches would have to do for now.
"Seven...days...?" Leon repeated, eyes growing a bit wide in shock. "But, I thought that we'd have at least another month-"
"AS it turns out, they are a bit wiser than we thought. We're fortunate that Kaiba hasn't contacted them yet, god forbid. He has another piece of the puzzle that I dropped for them to catch. They got Capsule Corporations, now. I believe that the Z-Fighters are on their side. And the Z-Fighters don't know what they have yet..."
"But you did leave them hints, too?"
"Bulma got the order forms. Kaiba has the tape. And the Z-Fighters will be fighting me in the upcoming tournament."
"Didn't you say you where planning on dropping something for the Spirit Detectives?"
"Yeah, I still have to do that. I'm going to at the Tournament. Tuguro is going to be there, he said he might take me into his team. But I'm contemplating putting together a formidable team of my own."
"Who would be on this team?"
"Hmmm...you know who." Leon instantly knew of whom she was referring to. And they where a huge gamble, especially on her part.
"You know what his price will probably be."
"Who, Orion? Damn straight I know."
"He'll be wanting to see Red again, won't he?" By now, Leon was starting to shake slightly. The skin on the nape of his neck prickled with cold needles.
"...Yes. Most likely, he will..."
"And you don't seriously intend to release her, do you?!" Leon practically yelled. His fist was clenched tightly around the cell phone in fear. Red was notorious. Red was the smoothest damned criminal you'd ever find. Red also happened to spend most of her time in the loony bin whenever Boss released her.
"...It depends on what else he might demand. But I was thinking that Red might be needed anyway. Might be needed for the Pilots." Answered she. Leon's eyebrows came together in frustration.
"HOW could the pilots be THAT dangerous that Red is required?! She's a bigger gamble than Orion, and with Red, you don't just bet a few of your chips, you put ALL of them down, whether you like it or not! You know that..."
Boss was quiet for a minute. Maybe she was reminded of why Red was notorious. That she's the smoothest damned criminal there ever was. That Red spent most of her time in the asylum. That Red is the number one person she loves to hate. That 'hate' isn't even the word.
"...The end justifies the means, Leon..." She took a drag off of her cigarette. "...I'll do what I have to. If Orion requires her release, then so be it. I'll let her go. And then...then I'll subdue her again. Yeah, I think that's the plan, that's just what I'll do. It'll all come out just fine and dandy in the end, old boy, see?"
Leon's hand had gone numb. Just like how his mind felt like someone had held it under in a cold bucket of water and allowed it to loose all feeling. Boss couldn't do this. Letting Red go...it was...it was...it was...it IS... "Tis' a frightening prospect, eh old boy?" Boss laughed, though not without her own little shiver of nervousness. But quickly did she recover, as always.
"Now, back onto topic. I need you to do a little work for me, old boy, Leon, honey. Don't let Red weigh on your mind, she isn't your cross to bear. Focus, now. I said, FOCUS! And listen to me..."
Leon, who was shaking, had to get a handle on his nerves. When he did, he nodded his head, and said, "I'm listening." Albeit, a bit shakily still, but he was there at least.
"Now. I need you to do me a favor or two, ya dig?" Leon nodded, shifting the phone to his other hand a bit unsteadily, and listened.
"Good." Boss snuffed the light in her cigarette in the ashtray and pulled another cig out of the cigarette pack. She took a match and struck it along the bottom of her boot, sparking the match head to a lively little flame
"Right. Now here's the deal..." ---
Whooo...there we gooo....another chappie, mostly done at school. Boy, do I hate these computers. But then, I hate mine too! =D Yusuke: You're a screwed up kid. Just wanted you to know that... Kuwabara: HEY! Don't insult a lady, it isn't nice! Yusuke: Who said I was nice? Me: Who said I was a lady? evil Kurama: sweatdrop Me: waves cheerily Well then, bai-bai till the next chapter! Please send reviews! And Thanks to my faithful reviewer! mega glomps GOD I wuv you...XDDD Hiei: Oh gods, save the reviewer... Me: STUFF IT, Hiei!
Disclaimer: You all know the drill by now... -.-
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Leon tapped his foot impatiently upon the floor. "Come ON! You guys got nothing done while I was gone?! The boss is breathing down my neck, and if those pilots catch her, she's taking all of us down with her, so MOVE IT IF YOU WANNA LIVE!" He had bellowed, a note panic in his voice. Personally, HE wanted to live a long life. A long, painless life, with a nice wife...maybe a brat or two...a good home, a good amount of money. It might not be much, but hell, it was a life, and that's GOT to be better than what he was likely to have if the boss hauled off and slapped him dead.
The Gundam loomed before him. He leaned on the railing of the catwalk, which was up to the mecha's waist. Scientists and technicians where crawling all over it with their toys, and doing whatever it was that they do. The head scientist, Doctor L, was being a bit persnickety about the repairs and upgrades. In some places, the armor was on and off. Circuits where exposed, amidst other inside parts of the Gundam.
They had nicknamed it D.C. But that was not even close to its name. Nooo, not even close. Its name was Hel.
D.C...was a joke. THAT stood for Dominatrix Custom, or, rather, Demonatrix Custom. Leon and 'boss' had fun making up the nickname. Neither remembered, but they believed that they had both been celebrating the completion of the gundam, and therefore, alcohol had flowed freely. Not to mention that the place was a puff of smoke. People had been drinking, smoking...all that fun stuff. Hell, there was contests on how many drinks you could down or how many cigarettes you could smoke all at the same time. Here's to the winner...you get a raise! WHEE!
The building of the gundam had been a big deal for them. They had been crunched severely for resources, but eventually dug up what was required. Boss ordered them to do whatever it took to complete it. So they snatched a resource satillite which had been particularly jam-packed with what was required for gundanium alloy. After they harvested all of the metal needed plus a surplus amount of it for future repairs and upgrades, they where golden. A dreamy look came on Leon's face at the memory of when he presented Boss with the Gundam. She almost kissed him. Almost. Frick.
Maybe I'll get a kiss this time. He thought with a grin. He'd settle for that as happily as he would have accepted a raise...Boss is hot. A real nice lookin' gal, in his opinion. It was said that she didn't appear much around the base due to how all of the nice technicians couldn't focus on their work when she was within eyeshot. Zero work tended to get accomplished with her around. Leon wondered distantly where the next meeting would be. Then he wondered why she had to set up meetings at 'discreet' locations at all. Boss could get anywhere as long as she really wanted to get there. And these meetings between them where important, so, what the hell? She couldn't come to HQ? Oh, wait. He knew what it was. It was those gundam pilots.
As it turned out, the pilots where stationed pretty much right between Boss's house and HQ. Now the pesky pilots where spreading out further, and where gaining more and more allies. Capsule Corporation...the Z-Fighters...if she was REALLY unlucky, Kaiba Corporation. Then they might branch over to The Realm, because there was Atemu there. Atemu had spies, and they where nothing but the best. He worked hard to gain his vast knowledge and keep it current.
A cell phone trilled somewhere in the depths of his pockets. Leon stuck his hand into one pocket, then another, attempting to fish the damned annoying thing out. Finally, after a few more minutes, he found it, and hit the 'talk' button with a thumb. "Yeah, talk to me..." He said, holding the phone to an ear. The voice there made his breath catch in his expanded lungs.
"Seven days." It said. Leon recognized the voice and snarled. "Yeah, very funny, Boss. Now what do you want?" He got the distinct impression that she shrugged over on the other end of the connection.
"Wanted to spook you. And yeah. Seven days. That's about as long as I most likely have till' the shit hits the fan. They're on to me, old boy." Boss flicked on a lighter and put the flame to the end of a filtered cigarette. A long, slender cig, slightly more feminine looking, but in good taste altogether. Only in the name of good taste, really...she liked the look of them and the taste, so all was good. She put the lighter away after noting that she used the last bit of it. This lighter was dead, and she was in no mood to head to the drug store on the corner of Moon and Nakato. It was a busy intersection as it is, and with her luck, the Pilots would come trundling on down one of those same streets in Quatre's car. Matches would have to do for now.
"Seven...days...?" Leon repeated, eyes growing a bit wide in shock. "But, I thought that we'd have at least another month-"
"AS it turns out, they are a bit wiser than we thought. We're fortunate that Kaiba hasn't contacted them yet, god forbid. He has another piece of the puzzle that I dropped for them to catch. They got Capsule Corporations, now. I believe that the Z-Fighters are on their side. And the Z-Fighters don't know what they have yet..."
"But you did leave them hints, too?"
"Bulma got the order forms. Kaiba has the tape. And the Z-Fighters will be fighting me in the upcoming tournament."
"Didn't you say you where planning on dropping something for the Spirit Detectives?"
"Yeah, I still have to do that. I'm going to at the Tournament. Tuguro is going to be there, he said he might take me into his team. But I'm contemplating putting together a formidable team of my own."
"Who would be on this team?"
"Hmmm...you know who." Leon instantly knew of whom she was referring to. And they where a huge gamble, especially on her part.
"You know what his price will probably be."
"Who, Orion? Damn straight I know."
"He'll be wanting to see Red again, won't he?" By now, Leon was starting to shake slightly. The skin on the nape of his neck prickled with cold needles.
"...Yes. Most likely, he will..."
"And you don't seriously intend to release her, do you?!" Leon practically yelled. His fist was clenched tightly around the cell phone in fear. Red was notorious. Red was the smoothest damned criminal you'd ever find. Red also happened to spend most of her time in the loony bin whenever Boss released her.
"...It depends on what else he might demand. But I was thinking that Red might be needed anyway. Might be needed for the Pilots." Answered she. Leon's eyebrows came together in frustration.
"HOW could the pilots be THAT dangerous that Red is required?! She's a bigger gamble than Orion, and with Red, you don't just bet a few of your chips, you put ALL of them down, whether you like it or not! You know that..."
Boss was quiet for a minute. Maybe she was reminded of why Red was notorious. That she's the smoothest damned criminal there ever was. That Red spent most of her time in the asylum. That Red is the number one person she loves to hate. That 'hate' isn't even the word.
"...The end justifies the means, Leon..." She took a drag off of her cigarette. "...I'll do what I have to. If Orion requires her release, then so be it. I'll let her go. And then...then I'll subdue her again. Yeah, I think that's the plan, that's just what I'll do. It'll all come out just fine and dandy in the end, old boy, see?"
Leon's hand had gone numb. Just like how his mind felt like someone had held it under in a cold bucket of water and allowed it to loose all feeling. Boss couldn't do this. Letting Red go...it was...it was...it was...it IS... "Tis' a frightening prospect, eh old boy?" Boss laughed, though not without her own little shiver of nervousness. But quickly did she recover, as always.
"Now, back onto topic. I need you to do a little work for me, old boy, Leon, honey. Don't let Red weigh on your mind, she isn't your cross to bear. Focus, now. I said, FOCUS! And listen to me..."
Leon, who was shaking, had to get a handle on his nerves. When he did, he nodded his head, and said, "I'm listening." Albeit, a bit shakily still, but he was there at least.
"Now. I need you to do me a favor or two, ya dig?" Leon nodded, shifting the phone to his other hand a bit unsteadily, and listened.
"Good." Boss snuffed the light in her cigarette in the ashtray and pulled another cig out of the cigarette pack. She took a match and struck it along the bottom of her boot, sparking the match head to a lively little flame
"Right. Now here's the deal..." ---
Whooo...there we gooo....another chappie, mostly done at school. Boy, do I hate these computers. But then, I hate mine too! =D Yusuke: You're a screwed up kid. Just wanted you to know that... Kuwabara: HEY! Don't insult a lady, it isn't nice! Yusuke: Who said I was nice? Me: Who said I was a lady? evil Kurama: sweatdrop Me: waves cheerily Well then, bai-bai till the next chapter! Please send reviews! And Thanks to my faithful reviewer! mega glomps GOD I wuv you...XDDD Hiei: Oh gods, save the reviewer... Me: STUFF IT, Hiei!