"SHIT!" Trowa shouted at the screen.
"What?" asked Duo from the kitchen. He leaned through the door, wearing a blue frilly apron and carrying a frying pan. "Problem, 03?"
"According to this, Fei's been kidnapped."
"WHAT?!?" Duo nearly dropped the frying pan in his haste to come into living room. "What are you talking about, Trowa? That can't be right. This is FEI we're talking about. Not Quatre or me. Fei!"
"Well, look!" Trowa pointed at the screen, crossing his arms and watching Duo.
A young woman was on screen. "One of the infamous Gundam pilots was found on the San Franciso beach early this morning. He was described as fairly small, with dark hair and an Asian look about him. However, he was taken to an OZ facility before anyone could truely identify him."
"SHIT!" Duo ran into the kitchen and turned on the communications screen. "Heero! Heero! HEY, YUY!!!!"
Heero's dazed face came into view. "What do you want, Duo?" he asked sleepily. He ran his fingers through his thick brown hair, looking thoroughly disturbed.
"I take it you aren't watching the news?"
"Why the hell would I bother with Earthian news?" he asked irately.
"Because Wufei is on the news," Duo answered simply.
"What?" Duo watched Heero disappear off screen, and he hid his smile as he heard Heero swear quite creatively. His face reappeared, perfectly emotionless. "So. What do you propose we do?"
"First things first. Tell Quatre."
"After you tell Quatre, call me back." The screen went blank.
"Damn, I hate it when he does that." Duo punched in a new coordinate. "Quatre? You there?"
The squishy boy appeared in the screen, holding a cup of tea. "Evening, Duo. What can I do for you?"
"Are you watching the news, 04?"
"No...should I be?"
"Just turn it on. Earthian. Sub channel 29." Duo sat back and waited. Quatre disappeared, and was gone for a long time.
"Any luck?" Trowa asked from the doorway, his brown hair hiding half his face.
"Well, Heero swore creatively, and Quatre disappeared about three minutes ago." Duo turned to face Trowa. "Learn anything new?"
"No. The Earthian news is so useless. I swear, I've never seen a bigger bunch of imbeciles in the entirety of my existence."
"Wow, Trowa, don't overdo yourself on all those big words. You might hurt yourself."
Trowa sneered at Duo, and the man winked as Quatre returned to the screen. "This is a problem," he said quietly.
"Yes, yes it is. So...what do we do about it?"
"Does Heero know?"
"Yes. He's quite the creative linguist."
The blond boy smiled slightly. "I see. Well, then I suppose the four of us should get together and figure out how to save our dear 05." He sipped his tea.
"Well, should we do it in person, or is over communications enough?"
"Communications gets my vote," said Trowa as he crossed the small kitchen. "Besides, that way, we're done sooner, and can get to rescuing that stupid man sooner."
Duo chuckled. "I never imagined anyone calling Fei stupid. All right, I'll dial Heero." After a moment, Heero appeared on both screens.
"All right, what's the plan?" he asked plainly.
"Find out where they're holding Fei, and what they intend to do, and then get him out of there," Trowa said logically.
"Thank you, Msr. Obvious. Let's get a little more specific, hmm?" Duo turned and glowered jokingly at Trowa. "All right, Quatre and Heero, you find out where Fei is being held. Trowa and I will design a way to get in and out without too much flash."
"Aww, you mean we don't get to explode an entire city?" Trowa asked sadly.
"No, Trowa. Subtly is a good thing," Quatre said gently.
"Pah. Subtly isn't in my vocabulary. Besides, blowing things up is significantly more satisfying."
"Even more so than sex?" Heero asked.
"I didn't say that," the Latino commented dryly.
"Let's get back on track, please. We have someone to rescue before those damned OZers decide to execute him, which I'm sure is on their agenda SOMEHWERE," Duo said impatiently.
"Good point. They're always out for our blood, and our Gundams. If they don't get information, they'll kill him." Quatre spoke quietly, dark aqua eyes lowering to look down at his keyboard. He set down his tea cup and began to type quickly on the keyboard.
"Well, let's see, he was found in San Fran..." Duo offered.
"That means nothing. OZ has sites everywhere..." Quatre said distractedly, wrinkling his nose. "Ah! Found him! He's...he's in Seattle?" Quatre pulled away from the screen and looked at the communications screen.
"That's their smallest facility!" Heero said, shock in his voice, but not his face. "What on earth is he doing there?"
"I'm not sure, but all I can tell you is he's in that building." Quatre looked back at his computer and continued to type frantically.
"Hee-chan, will you look up the schedule of that place? You're better at hacking systems than I am." Duo looked pleadingly at Heero, who simply rolled his eyes and looked away from Duo and at another screen. The sound of typing could be heard in the thick silence that hung among them.
Duo flinched when Trowa put a hand on his shoulder, but he smiled up at the Latino, covering Trowa's hand with his own. "We'll find him, 02. Don't worry."
"Ah! Found a schedual."
"What's it say?" Duo asked, pulling away from Trowa.
"It seems...Fei is scheduled to be executed in three weeks." Heero looked at Duo. His eyes looked almost soft, but Duo doubted it. Heero, feel an emotion?
"Three weeks? That doesn't give us a whole lot of time." Duo leaned dejectedly on the counter.
"But it could be worse. We could have only three days, or three hours," Trowa said softly, leaning closer to Duo.
"True enough. All right, so now what?"
"Well, now we find out just where he is, and how to get there." Heero looked closely at the schedual. "Well, there's no indication here...ah, here we go. He's about thirty feet under, in the basement. Getting to him will be a little more difficult..."
"Yeah. Last time we had to do this, you were considerate enough to be on the 50th floor," Duo said. He smiled feebly.
"Ha. Ha. Ha. Very funny."
"I thought so," Quatre interjected. Duo smiled.
"You're sweet, Quatre."