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Chapter 2 : At the ball
God, this was boring Quatre thought to himself. He had been on surveillance for over three hours now and he was getting tired. Not to mention hungry. Besides, Quatre was a social creature; he had to be, growing up with 29 sisters (that also explains a few other things … lol). He would much rather be down there, actually attending the ball he had been watching so avidly, I mean it wasn't as if he was having much fun up here, he thought sneaking a peek round the room. Duo, normally the liveliest member of the group, was sound asleep, and snoring loudly, Quatre noticed with distaste. Wufei was doing God only knows what on his laptop while Heero, well Heero was doing his usual. A complete stranger would have thought he was having a doze like Duo, or perhaps simply spacing out; it was only once you got to know Heero that you realized this was when he was thinking his hardest.
And I bet I can guess what about he thought as he returned to the ballroom scene below him. It didn't take long to find Miss Relena, she was doing what the socialites call 'making the rounds' in a flowery pink suit so bright it made Quatre's eyes water at this distance. When he could finally see again he could see she was practically hanging off some gentlemen's arm. Tall, blonde, grey-eyed, the young man had every woman in the vicinity staring at him. Quatre frowned slightly; nope, couldn't remember his name, all he could remember was that the couple had got together a year ago when Miss Relena, Quatre's frown deepened, 'had got tired of waiting for someone'. Quatre shook his head and looked over at Heero, why didn't you tell her he silently chided him. Quatre sighed and looked back at the party.
During his little reverie, some new guests had come in. Three of them, obviously together, all girls, one in purple, one in green and one in deep scarlet. Quatre's eyes widened; three girls? Weren't there three Furies in Greek mythology, where Wufei had supposed the group had got their name? Quatre turned around and started to say
" I think we have some suspects," when suddenly, he had landed on the floor with a bump, and Heero was sitting in his chair. Quatre stood back up, rubbing his back, with an ever so slightly annoyed look on his face (a great show of negative emotion for Quatre). Heero completely ignored him, searching for the girls. He found them almost immediately; they were causing quite a stir in the middle of the ballroom. Hardly the cleverest thing to do he thought wryly to himself when suddenly the one in red glanced up, and looked him straight in the eye. Heero, for perhaps the first time in his life, started. There was no way she could see him from all the way down there, besides the only thing on show was the tiny camera they had had installed earlier that day. But still, he had the funniest feeling that she was staring at him, and he, was staring at her. He gently made the camera focus in on her. She had long blonde hair framing a slim, tanned face and dark, dark eyes… Suddenly he realised what he was doing, or more importantly, what he was not doing. He tore his eyes away from the vision and barked into the nearby microphone " Trowa, phase 2!"
Lauren blinked several times, her surroundings rushing back. She took a last look at the tiny spot on the wall where for some inexplicable reason she had a sort of premonition, of a boy with dark, spiky hair and stormy blue eyes. She smiled slightly.
" Are we being watched?" whispered Tasha at her side.
" Perhaps," Lauren murmured back.
"Is it time?"
"No, not yet," Lauren suddenly noticing something. " Oh and Tasha, weren't you supposed to be watching Louise?"
Disgruntled, Tasha replied, "Yes?"
"Well then kindly explain why she is currently drowning herself in the punch bowl?" Her smile widened as she directed Tasha's attention to the spectacle. Tasha promptly set her jaw and set off in a swish of green satin, distinctly muttering something about bakas. Lauren calmly returned to surveying the room, searching for the one last piece of her plan. Her eyes glinted slightly, her mouth smirked. There she was. Emma, looking stunningly handsome in a midnight black tuxedo with a silver dragon down the back, subtly matching the pin in her hair, was stalking round the ballroom, never directly mixing with the Furies but always just near them. A woman had just tapped Emma on the shoulder and, judging from the half- embarrassed, half-outraged look on Emma's face, had just asked her to dance.
Out of the blue, a stranger knocked into Lauren and, had it not been for her training, would have sent her sprawling. The stranger helped her up, murmuring apologies and then vanished into the crowds. Annoyed with herself, Lauren quickly scanned the room, trying to pinpoint the head with floppy, golden hair. Nope, he had disappeared. Thoroughly steamed now, Lauren sat down on a nearby chair, and winced. Something sharp and painful was digging into the base of her spine. She located the offending item and examined it, and then surprisingly, her face drew itself into a huge grin. Raising one hand with a rather curious bracelet upon it to her lips, and in close proximity to the device she spoke "It's time."
The sound of running feet pelted down the gilt corridor as the four pilots raced to the room. When they all reached the end of the corridor they all skidded to a halt, albeit quietly. Trowa stood there waiting for them.
"Are you sure they're in there?" asked Duo under his breath.
"Positive," answered Trowa, "I followed them from the dance straight into here, and none of them have come out again."
"How long have they been in there?" asked Heero.
"Around ten minutes," came the reply.
"Right, everyone ready?" whispered Quatre. Heero's hand went silently to the back pocket of his jeans where the gun waited, heavy as ever. He nodded.
Slam!!!!!!! The carved doors burst open as the boys hurtled in to reveal, a not- very- surprised- at –all audience. Several male jaws went slack. The three girls had by now changed out of their gowns, into tight karate outfits, and were now looking at their intruders with faint interest.
"You're late!" complained the redhead, frowning to herself.
What the hell?!? thought Heero, then composed himself. He had seen stranger things than this in his time, he hoped.
" We know what you're up to," said Quatre cautiously.
The tallest snorted, "I doubt that,"
"If you surrender we will go easy on you," Quatre added, "There is no point in fighting, we have you trapped."
"On the contrary," said the blonde easily "I think it is you who are trapped" Her voice was accompanied with the gentle click of a key in a lock. It seemed as if the boys had never heard anything so loud. They whirled round. Another girl was standing there triumphantly, the doors closed behind her.
"There is no point in calling reinforcements," The blonde continued, gesturing to the grinning redhead who now held up a tiny box "With a flick of a switch we can blow this all into orbit."
"But then you will die too," countered Wufei.
"Oh no, we will be quite safe," replied the girl, "the dancers, however, will not be so lucky." She shrugged nonchalantly. "I suggest you help us."
Heero ground his teeth. "How can we help you? Your target is out there," he spat.
The girl stared at him, startled. " Our target? Why, our target is here," nodding towards the bewildered group.
"But your target is Relena Peacecraft?" cried a stunned Quatre.
Openly shocked now, the girl repeated gently "Relena Peacecraft? Oh." Suddenly, she burst out laughing. Its effect was disconcerting, light and sweet, as the now thoroughly puzzled boys looked around at the others who were also grinning at some secret joke.
"Oh no," said the blonde, her mirth subsiding. She looked at them frankly. "Our target is a Peacecraft, but not that one I'm afraid."
The boys all looked as they had been slapped. "You mean Milliardo…" stuttered Quatre. It is possible that Quatre would have carried on, had not the brunette behind him suddenly lashed out with a karate chop to the back of his head, knocking him unconscious instantly. And with that, all hell broke loose.
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