The Unknown Reflection

By Ai    

Chapter 2

  Duo knocked on the big heavy door in front of him. Usually he would yell or just help himself and go through the door. However, for some reason, he felt that he had to knock. Maybe it was due to the timing…it was six o'clock in the morning. Many agents living in this dormitory would still be asleep at this hour. Actually, Duo himself would be asleep at this hour if he didn't have this important task upon his shoulders. Duo knocked again. No answer. He thought as he reached for the doorknob. He found the door locked. Duo reached into his pocket and rummaged around before he found a bobby pin. One and a half minutes later, there was a click before the door swung open. Inside was pitch dark, as the curtains were not drawn. In tiptoed Duo, looking left and right for any signs of someone present in the room. After five minutes, Duo had finished his thorough search of the small apartment suite. No Heero. Duo sighed as he helped himself to the food in the small refrigerator. He didn't think Heero would leave so early for such an insignificant mission.   Just then, his comm-link started to ring. Duo thought as he answered it. Quatre's face popped up on the small screen. "Duo, have you been to Heero's room yet?" asked the friendly pilot. "I'm right in here!" Duo said in between bites of his apple. "No signs of Heero?" Quatre asked. "Nope. The laptop and a few necessities are gone." Duo reported. "Oh dear. We aren't able to help Miss Relena after all." Quatre said sadly. "Did you actually think we would be able to catch him? I mean, he's just been assigned another mission!" Duo exclaimed. "I guess you're right. When will he back down a bit?" "I'm really starting to doubt how he really feels towards Relena." "Don't say that Duo! You know he cares." "Well, I don't know for sure anymore. He's got himself too wrapped up in his missions still!" Duo said while shaking his head. "I agree with the missions part. Maybe he's…never mind. Are you accepting Miss Relena's invitation for lunch?" Quatre said. "Hello Quatre? Since when did I refuse an offer for a free meal?" Duo questioned. Quatre gave a soft chuckle as he terminated the link between Duo and himself. He really did feel sorry for Relena. He could see how much she cares about Heero, but Heero's just never around. Quatre decided to turn back to his work so that he could meet everyone else for lunch later on that day.   Heero was in the jet, typing away at his laptop. Today, Domoto's son would be making an appearance at the conference being held between the E.S.U.N. delegates this morning. It was his job to look after the family anyway. He was going to follow the personal jet with the Preventers jet to make sure nothing goes wrong. He thought to himself as he was investigating some suspicious politician and his party. Heero quickly scanned the note.   'Attack planned to occur at 10:00 hours Greenwich Mean Time sharp. Domo jet passes over Atlantic at 2 degrees off Prime Meridian. Two fighters attack from behind, two on each side. One suit attack face on. Attack should only take exactly 15 minutes. Mission: Shoot down the plane and make sure no survivors are left.'   "What the hell?" Heero muttered as he realized that their target was also his target, the son of the Domoto family. Heero needed backup…He needed a plan…he needed time for preparation! He knew that there was no time for who to take the blame. He needed to call the headquarters now! As if things couldn't go worse. Just as Heero was about to connect with headquarters, he realized he only had 5 minutes before the plane takes off. Without time to think, Heero set off for his destination. He's going to have to solve this dilemma on his own.     A.N.: Thanks for reading!! There's been a lot of assumptions as to how this story wil work out in the end, but I don't think I'm planning on revealing anything right now, so keep on reading to find out! Lolz. Alright, hope you found this chapter enjoyable! Ja ne.   Disclaimer: How many times did I say, "I don't own Gundam Wing"? I think I've lost count…