Get Rel
NOTE: I don't own Gundam Wing or its characters.
"Looping starts…now," she muttered as the images on the cameras shifted to the 'For Rel' group sitting in their little room quietly, just staring off into space instead of the real image, Adam singing off key and Lynn pacing around. "Alright, guys let's do this," she told them through the speaker phone that was connected to the room.
She could just imagine the commotion this whole fresco would cause throughout the entire Preventer Headquarters, not to mention the entire Preventer system. Just the thought of it brought a rueful smirk to her face. She was, after all, a master of disguise since she had learned from one of the best, Relena Salimar Darlian-Peacecraft.
"Available assistance needed on the fifth floor by holding room number 315, there is a fight taking place between two of the suspects," she radioed in while heading down the hallway to catch the first two Preventers to arrive.
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"This is the song that never ends! Yes, it goes on and on my friends! Some people started singing it not knowing what it was and they'll continue singing it because…this is the song that never ends!" sang Adam off-key while knocking his knuckles against the table.
Pacing behind him, Draca massaged her temples to rid herself of the odious headache she was suffering through due to Adam's never-ending singing. This was the last straw, one can only hear "The Song that Never Ends" so many times before it becomes annoying, and it was beyond annoying to Draca. Never having been one to handle annoyance well, Draca did the one thing that she had wanted to do for the last twenty minutes; she smacked Adam in the back of his head.
"Hey, is that anyway to 'love thy neighbor'?!" cried Adam, rubbing the back of his head.
"You deserved it, and more," snorted Sage.
"Shut up Draca lover, no one asked you!" Adam snapped back.
"What did you just call me?!" demanded Sage, pushing himself off the wall and approaching Adam threateningly. "I dare you to call me that again, homo."
"Are you trying to get me pissed, Draca-lover?!" challenged Adam, his normal care-free smile having vanished from his features only to be replaced by a cold stare.
"You asshole!" Sage pushed Adam to the floor causing him to land hard on the back of his head and back, since Adam was still sitting in the chair. In return Adam kicked his brother in the stomach to give him more time to get up from his sprawled position on the floor.
"I don't want to get into this with you man," Adam warned as he rolled up his sleeves.
"Oh," smirked Sage as he got up, "but I do." Both boys charged at each other at the same time and began to wrestle with one another; tearing at each others' shirts, twisting the others' arm, getting the other into a headlock, one being kicked in the groin, ect.
While this all went on inside the room, Jose from the classified division stood outside the door debating on whether to call for immediate back-up or to wait for two or more other Preventers to arrive. He, thankfully, didn't have to wait long before the latter of the two to happen. Bounding around the corner came Daniel from ballistics and Shun-li from Une's Secretarial Offices.
"What's the situation?!" Shun-li yelled as she ran up and peaked into the room through the small, clear plastic window.
"Two males fighting, ma'am," reported Jose as the table in the room broke causing all three Preventers to grimace in sympathy towards the person that hit the table.
"Why haven't you tried to put a stop to it?!" Daniel demanded.
"There are four people in the room, I couldn't separate the men without the women potentially escaping or even one of the men turning his aggression on me then having all four witnesses escape," Jose defended.
Daniel nodded his understanding agreement. "Well, there're three of us now," he stated, taking immediate leadership of the situation. "Shun-li, you handled the girls, don't let even one of them slip past you!"
"Understood," assured Shun-li, cocking her pistol.
"Good. We're taking the men," Daniel informed Jose, who just nodded, liking this plan. "On three, one…two…three!"
All at once the two male Preventers burst into the room and proceeded to try to separate Adam and Sage from each other while Shun-li kept Draca and Lynn at bay with her ready pistol.
"That's enough outta you two," Daniel growled as he yanked Sage off of his brother and pushing him back.
At the same time Jose was literally holding Adam back, which wasn't as easy as one would think. Adam could really struggle and was rather strong when he had to be.
"Bastard!" spat Sage over Daniel's shoulder.
"Say what you like, I was only saying the truth!" Adam retorted. Right before his eyes, Jose saw Adam's expression go from one of aggressive rage to one of over-confident, "fooled you". It made Jose raise his eyebrows until he felt something smack into the back of his head, hard.
Immediately Jose fell unconscious and to the floor with a THUD! The noise caused Daniel to turn fully around in surprise, but what he saw was even more surprising; Shun-li standing over Jose with her pistol in hand.
Daniel reach for his side to pull out his firearm only to be whacked across the back of his head and into the wall by Sage's hands clamped together into one giant fist.
"Nice job," complimented Shun-li with a teasing smile.
"Ow! That hurt!!" shouted Sage shaking out his hands. "I think I just broke my hands."
"Stop being a whiner, let's jet," sighed Draca as she glanced down the hallways both ways. "Hurry it up with those uniforms."
*****
There he was again, in the same British Literature class waiting for the same drunk teacher to appear to bore him into oblivion when he would rather be at his one room apartment on L-1 hacking into every "difficult" system he knew. But no, Heero couldn't do that, especially since he was not on L-1.
"So Eiji, you planning on joining us for the dinner tomorrow night?" Ringo asked taking a seat in the desk beside Heero.
"Dinner?" Heero inquired. There was a dinner thing he was supposed to go to? Why was he not informed about it?
"Yeah tomorrow," Ringo nodded.
No change on Heero's face.
"On the street," Ringo added.
Still no change.
"The neighborhood weekly dinner," he finished in the hope that would jolt Eiji's memory.
Heero still had no idea what the college student was talking about. A weekly neighborhood dinner? When was he supposed to have been told about this?! Sometime before the present obviously, but he hadn't.
"Enlighten me," Heero replied.
"Ah! Jason didn't tell you!" groaned Ringo. "Well, every weekend, and I mean every, goes like this: Friday, everyone joins in for a huge cook out in the community, preferably in the middle of the street to block traffic. Saturday night, movie night at someone's house, bring any and every movie, we watch them all. Here's a tip though, don't bring something like "Voyager VI" along."
Oh, so that was the whole "neighborhood weekly dinner" thing that Heero was supposed to have known about. Now it was all clear to him.
"So, are you coming?" Ringo inquired.
"Do I have a choice?" Heero returned half hoping for a positive answer so that he may lock himself up in his attic-room and observe everyone below.
Ringo grinner, which told Heero his answer, "No, but you're not going to be a stump, are you?"
"Hn." Depends on your definition of a "stump".
"If you are then I'll make sure that Jason or someone comes to torture you into being cordial," threatened Ringo.
Heero just rolled his eyes at the lame threat. He was a soldier, he had been threatened with worse things than a couple of girls-or guys-forcing him to be socialable when he didn't want to. It would be just like one of those pathetic assemblies and charities that Relena would have to go to once in a while, just without the whole dressiness, and without Relena being the center of attention.
Or maybe she will be the center of attention, Heero thought.
Interrupting his thoughts was the opening of the doors that announced the arrival of their late professor.
"I'll just stay here by you then," decided Ringo slouching in his seat.
In his seat, Heero braced himself for the drunken professor he had met the last two times he had this class. Instead of the short man with the permanent pink nose and red cheeks entering the room, it was a young man that was completely sober and in control.
Sitting in his seat Heero squinted at the person who held a keen similarity to someone that Heero couldn't quite place his finger on. Take away the black hair, give it some length, and give him a red uniform instead of that suit and he would be…SHIT! That's Zeches!