Part 2!!!!
Assassination.........well, you gotta give 'em points for trying!
"Pray tell, WHY we're doing this again?" Silver asked, she had been told a million times, but still failed to understand why they would risk being late for a very (well, to them very) important meeting about....well, to tell you the truth, they weren't sure. Something to do with a peace threat. Sliver thought, vaguely, that might be them.
"Urg.... We have to do this because it what we want to do. "Lia replied.
"And how do we know that this is happening there anyway?"
"All information courtesy of Hack"
"Well, can't get better than that, can you?"
"Guess not"
They were wandering (as far as Silver was concerned, aimlessly) in to the town where their safe house was located. It wasn't cold at all, just wet because it had rain not long ago, and would probably start again soon. They could've gotten a drive from any one of a whole bunch of people, but they liked walking. Hack would have been glad to try and do it, she was actually not to bad, but they did not want to risk her getting arrested, and the rest of them were too young anyway. Silver was wearing a jacket, black of course, but Lia wasn't.
"But in front of all those people! They need some sense knocked into them." Lai mused.
"Can I do it?"
"If you chance to meet them on a battle field, be my guest!"
About 10 minutes later, they arrived at a rather large food place (how do I explain this? Well, to other Canadians, sorta like an overly popular Tim Horton's) and sat down to wait.
"How long take this? I be bored too fast!" Silver said.
"Probably bout....15 minutes at least" Lia said, it was probably less than that, but she was trying to stress Silver out. The door on the other side of the room opened with a "ding!" (Why do people have those? Urg...) A thin teen with short, some-what dark brown hair entered.
"Spider..." Lia mumbled
"Wha ?" Silver asked
"The person over there looks like a spider, thin and dangerous for no apparent reason"
"Still lozt.......wait!" she mumbled "he has a gun!"
"A few "Lia corrected "All in pockets"
"be prepared for a bit of 'it'"
"Yeah, I know"
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He couldn't do it last time.
Why?
No-one, including himself, knew.
But he would this time. He wouldn't be stopped again.
Never again.
As you probably guessed, this was our favorite homicidal, suicidal, anti- social terrorist teenager, Heero. (This is not my description! I barrowed it because it's so cool! Belongs to: ladytigera 21! THANK YOU!) He was on yet another assignment, actually, it was the one he failed before, and a new one. Not only was the Lady Peacecraft his target, but some person, presumably a guy, named Silver Strife. Funny thing, there was NOTHING on this person, like they've never made a purchase with a credit card or received a library card or anything! It's like they've been hiding under a rock! Releena was supposedly coming here before a conference to get food, having just arrived from the airport, but, with a woman's prerogative, that could change.
A minute or to later, a blonde in a pink suit and jacket, bolted in the door and up to a vender.
He reacted. Pulled out his gun.... PANDIMONIUM!
In a millisecond, he found himself lying flat on his back, with a large bullet slice in his arm.
"LIA! Ceasefire!" a voice called behind the owner of the gun. The dark skinned girl turned halfway round to the speaker to protest.
"but I-"
He jumped up and wretched the gun out of her hand, and held it level at the three of them.
Wait.
There were three, weren't there? Now there was two the dark skinned one and Releena, maybe he had just imagined the other one. That wasn't possible. A second later, be was on his back again, pinned down by the third voice, with a strength that couldn't be hers. One of her legs pinned down both of his, and her other leg pinned down his hand, hard enough so he wouldn't move it, but not so it was crushed. With her other hand, she pinned down the wrist with the gun and the slice in it. With her free hand, she dug inside her coat and pulled out a little white spray bottle. She sprayed it three times in his wound.
"Sorry boy" She murmured, and sprayed it in his eyes. It burned.
"Pray tell, WHY we're doing this again?" Silver asked, she had been told a million times, but still failed to understand why they would risk being late for a very (well, to them very) important meeting about....well, to tell you the truth, they weren't sure. Something to do with a peace threat. Sliver thought, vaguely, that might be them.
"Urg.... We have to do this because it what we want to do. "Lia replied.
"And how do we know that this is happening there anyway?"
"All information courtesy of Hack"
"Well, can't get better than that, can you?"
"Guess not"
They were wandering (as far as Silver was concerned, aimlessly) in to the town where their safe house was located. It wasn't cold at all, just wet because it had rain not long ago, and would probably start again soon. They could've gotten a drive from any one of a whole bunch of people, but they liked walking. Hack would have been glad to try and do it, she was actually not to bad, but they did not want to risk her getting arrested, and the rest of them were too young anyway. Silver was wearing a jacket, black of course, but Lia wasn't.
"But in front of all those people! They need some sense knocked into them." Lai mused.
"Can I do it?"
"If you chance to meet them on a battle field, be my guest!"
About 10 minutes later, they arrived at a rather large food place (how do I explain this? Well, to other Canadians, sorta like an overly popular Tim Horton's) and sat down to wait.
"How long take this? I be bored too fast!" Silver said.
"Probably bout....15 minutes at least" Lia said, it was probably less than that, but she was trying to stress Silver out. The door on the other side of the room opened with a "ding!" (Why do people have those? Urg...) A thin teen with short, some-what dark brown hair entered.
"Spider..." Lia mumbled
"Wha ?" Silver asked
"The person over there looks like a spider, thin and dangerous for no apparent reason"
"Still lozt.......wait!" she mumbled "he has a gun!"
"A few "Lia corrected "All in pockets"
"be prepared for a bit of 'it'"
"Yeah, I know"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
He couldn't do it last time.
Why?
No-one, including himself, knew.
But he would this time. He wouldn't be stopped again.
Never again.
As you probably guessed, this was our favorite homicidal, suicidal, anti- social terrorist teenager, Heero. (This is not my description! I barrowed it because it's so cool! Belongs to: ladytigera 21! THANK YOU!) He was on yet another assignment, actually, it was the one he failed before, and a new one. Not only was the Lady Peacecraft his target, but some person, presumably a guy, named Silver Strife. Funny thing, there was NOTHING on this person, like they've never made a purchase with a credit card or received a library card or anything! It's like they've been hiding under a rock! Releena was supposedly coming here before a conference to get food, having just arrived from the airport, but, with a woman's prerogative, that could change.
A minute or to later, a blonde in a pink suit and jacket, bolted in the door and up to a vender.
He reacted. Pulled out his gun.... PANDIMONIUM!
In a millisecond, he found himself lying flat on his back, with a large bullet slice in his arm.
"LIA! Ceasefire!" a voice called behind the owner of the gun. The dark skinned girl turned halfway round to the speaker to protest.
"but I-"
He jumped up and wretched the gun out of her hand, and held it level at the three of them.
Wait.
There were three, weren't there? Now there was two the dark skinned one and Releena, maybe he had just imagined the other one. That wasn't possible. A second later, be was on his back again, pinned down by the third voice, with a strength that couldn't be hers. One of her legs pinned down both of his, and her other leg pinned down his hand, hard enough so he wouldn't move it, but not so it was crushed. With her other hand, she pinned down the wrist with the gun and the slice in it. With her free hand, she dug inside her coat and pulled out a little white spray bottle. She sprayed it three times in his wound.
"Sorry boy" She murmured, and sprayed it in his eyes. It burned.