It was a balmy day in Havana, Cuba. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon, outlining the buildings with golden sunlight as people began coming out onto the street. Heero walked along enjoying the cool morning ocean breezes. He searched the white store fronts along the quiet street till he came to the one he was looking for. He opened the locked door with ease and quickly slipped the silver pin back into his pocket. He was feeling very uncomfortable with these pockets but the authors had again insisted that he where suite pants, though he had managed to slip out in only a tight white T-shirt.
"Hellooo Friend" Roish called with a little slur in his voice. Three men dressed in camouflage burst into laughter which set Roish laughing too.
"What is this?" Heero questioned, "I thought there would be only one man."
"Well, would eye go anywhere without me, merry meeen." Roish said sending the group into another peel of laughter.
"I need to find someone" Heero said keeping his cool.
"Lets just speed this up already and get back to business" Roish said pointing to a bottle of light brown fluid (More laughter came from the group). "The man you're looking for is in a large facility by a lake near Guantanamo. Your mission isss to infulitrate this area using whatever means n-neccassary and make sure that it does not get used by the eeevvill porposes of the enemy."
Heero stood stunned and unsure of what Roish had tried to tell him.
"Heero" he finished. "Your mission is to take an airplane out there, drop in on them, and blow the place skyyy high, hi, hi, wow, that's high!" to which the mogonuats responded in with more laughter.
"My mission," Heero repeated slowly. He stood perfectly still for a minute, his eyes grew dim and cold "Roger that" he said in monotone, and marched out the door.
"Should we tell someone about that?" Roish asked the group who were staring dumbfound at the spot where Heero had been standing, Roish grabbed the bottle and downed it.
"Dr. A.T.S.
M.D.
P.H.D. M.E.
D.O.
A.S.A.P."
She studied the strange sign again, through her dark sunglasses, contemplating how best to enter the building. She tried the door, her light, and strangely comfortable slacks swishing as she stepped through the door. She was met by a normal looking doctor's office. She stepped up to a small glass window where a busy secretary sat filling out paperwork. She looked up her lips pursed tightly.
"Good afternoon," she said politely to the secretary taking off her sunglasses to reveal her blue eyes, "My name is Miss Relena –" she suddenly considered the need to use a false name, not to mention, it'd be cool like Heero, her thoughts were drawn away as she remembered the thin young pilot.
"Yes Miss Relena, who?" the secretary prompted drawing her back from thoughts of Heero, her short black hair outlining her thin face.
"Yes, it's" she looked around the office for clues, all was quiet and peaceful, "It's Relena, um, Peace-" she stared out the window, boats floated by on the blue water of the ocean, children ran and jumped around a retaining wall across the street, an alien space craft flew by the window.
"Relena Peace-craft" she stated confidently. "What's yours?"
The secretary looked up annoyed. "Hilde" she said shortly.
"Okay Miss Peacecraft-
"Wait," Relena interrupted, "how do you know my name?"
"Dah, you gave it to me," she answered quite annoyed now, "the doctor will see you for a pulmonary exam in his office, thank you, and good day." With that she shut the window.
Relena stepped through the office door labeled Dr. S
"Hello Miss Peacecraft" At first she thought it was someone talking with a clothes pin over their nose, but as she entered the room, she found it was a tall lanky man, with wild spiked hair and a strangely shaped plastic nose tied to his head.
"I'm Doctor S. I understand you want to see about a genetic insertion process, please have a seat." For sum strange reason the way his voice sounded made her feel her nose was stuffed up as a sympathy pain.
"Yes, I understand you have an operation that allows people to take on a completely different genetic make up."
"That is correct, highly experimental, not FDA approved and as you know not something to be blabbing about if you get my drift." The doctor added winking.
Relena blew her nose. "It sounds to be a process in which only those who would need to be undiscovered would use."
"Well, it is quite risky," he said adjusting his nose, "of course, my patients list is confidential."
Relena cleared her nose again. "Then it is fortunate for me to be holding a confidential report of your clientele, and on this document are the names of several international terrorist, who when nearly apprehended, you willingly gave the operation to, allowing these to continue in their actions unrectified!" she said holding up the manila folder emblazoned with the word classified.
"Where did you get that?" the doctor asked with extra nasal sound, standing up with a jolt.
Relena sneezed and blew her nose. "My operatives in the CIA delivered this to me to assist in the proper administration of justice for your actions in assisting a Mr. Honde Lause in a way that allowed him to successfully complete his plans to destroy the North African embassy and seventy-two lives with it."
She than dropped the manila envelope on the desk, revealing a 9 mm with silencer and fired a shot across the desk which.....She fired a shot across the desk....SHE FIRED A SHOT, you know squeeze the trigger so that it causes the gun to fire.
"I know what the script says." Relena answered sternly,
So why aren't you doing it.
"Because, though I feel this man should be brought to justice, I feel that the method is intolerable, why can't I apprehend him, normally?"
It's not in the script and it'd take to long to do; besides he's stronger than you.
Relena raises her pistol and levels it at Dr. S, who is almost laughing.
"I can't do this, it isn't right, violence can't solve anything."
Relena's knowledge of clichés is dually noted.
"I'm a freaken' pacifist darn it!"
Relena closed her eyes, and gently squeezed in the trigger. Something like a loud pop caused her to spring her eyes open to reveal a smoking hole in the back of the Doctor's office, near the roof by the window.
Dr. S stared at the hole, "I hope you're quiet through damaging my decor, now if you'll excuse me I have patients to attend to." With this he slowly walked to the door.
"WAIT" Relena yelled, "You can't leave, stop, or I'll shoot down the potted plant, I mean it." But the doctor just sneered and grabbed hold of the door. It flung open hitting him across the prosthetic honker and back into the wall. The doctor moaned and passed out.
Sally Poe stood in the frame.
"Miss Peacecraft, she said completely ignoring her weapon. I need you to come with me."
"What for?" Relena question "This isn't in the script."
"There's reason to change it, a helicopters waiting outside, we need to hurry before Heero succeeds in his mission." With that she bounded out the door with Relena in tow.
Everything had worked perfectly. Heero had commandeered a small Cesna from the airport. Then he located the lakeside base, and brought the small craft around flying at only two hundred feet above the surface of the lake, grabbed the blue bag of explosives, and jumped from the still flying craft into the lake as it buzzed overhead and disappeared behind the trees. From there he had swam to a dock entrance taking out the armed guard and quickly moving to an armory room in the lower section of the building, a perfect location for well placed explosive. Using the timer set function of the bombs he was able to allow himself enough time to rush to a second story window where he could jump into the water and escape to the far shore. Everything worked perfectly, so it didn't add up how he was now surrounded by Wufie's men, lead by Quatre, being taken to his operations room two minutes after the horrific explosion should have distracted them. The bombs had still yet not gone off five minutes after the timer had been set to sound, he tapped his watch again to see if it was still ticking, as he entered the main room. Quatra lead him to a wide room lined with computers. A giant screen stood in the front of a room with an elevated metal platform that looked like a stage in which Wufei stood. A long table of computer screens was set in front of it, all connected in series to give full power to a single one in which Trowa sat typing frantically.
Wufei beamed when he saw Heero,
"So glad you could join Mr. Yuy, I trust you had a good time." Wufei mocked. Heero stared at him blankly.
"What, I have been working on creating my character?" Wufei scoffed
Heero smiled dryly. "How are your pants?" he questioned.
"We've connected to the system," Trowa announced as the large oval screen came to life showing a series of lines which Heero recognized as a satellite flight paths.
"Would you like to know?" Wufei asked staring at Heero.
"This system is a cold war antiquity, a launching device in space, a weapon; I believe this system is very useful for Nataku and me."
"Hmmm and how would that be." Heero questioned.
"I will fight for my own sense of integrity; I will stop this foolish story, isn't it clear? I will reclaim our dignity from the weak woman, and her plans to defeat us in her pointless stories. Heero, we are the Gundam pilots, not some simple base character to place in ridiculous situations. If I attack the nations with this weapon then the story ends, and we can go back to the real world where we belong."
"Wufei, your mistaken, you can't win, you're the enemy, and these fan-fics don't allow the enemy to win, if you succeed in this attack then the story will continue indefinitely. You'll risk war and all of are lives, there's no reason to risk our lives in these pointless battles, it took me twenty episodes of 'Gundam Wing' to learn that, we can't fail here."
"So what would you have me do, give up?" Wufei paused to consider this thought, and then he began to laugh "No, I get it; you want to succeed in your mission, still the perfect soldier, Heero Yuy, always want to win the battle, no matter where you are. Well, you'll see who is the strongest Heero, As Nataku as my witness, I will not give up!"
Heero smiled, "You are really getting into this aren't you?"
"Shut up Heero. Trowa bring the system on line prepare to release the announcement 'Give your allegiance to me or be removed from the surface of the earth." Heero jolted a little, very little, but Wufei noticed.
"Wufei, you're wrong." Heero said, "This attack will prove nothing"
"Entering the command prompt" Trowa announced typing quickly, "I'm to the coordinance entries."
"I may be, but I will live by my own sense of integrity, and I will prove that I am stronger than any situation, yes, I will be as strong as Traize Cushranada, and defend my right to succeed."
Heero knocked down his guards and jumped onto the platform in less than a second.
"Ah, Yuy, finally something I would like to do, A personal fight with the perfect soldier, this should prove interesting."
"Wufei, this is foolish, you're clearly getting to into your character."
"We'll see about that later, and I'm not over acting." Wufei answered taking a guard position.
"Yes, you are its obvious."
"I am not! Besides, after Trowa's finished none of this conversation will matter."
"That's strange, coordinates have already been entered" Trowa called out. "They're familiar, parallel line 20.2 that's somewhere around here, where is that exactly?"
"Trowa, quite rambling and deal with it." Wufei shot back.
"What do you believe will happen if you win this," Heero started, "The author will still have control of the story, even if you destroy the entire setting in a climactic event, you can't prove anything here."
"Can't figure it out" Trowa mumbled, "let's see 75.1 degrees west, somewhere in the new world. But 20.2, how come I can't break the code, to change it."
"No Heero." Wufei yelled back, as the screen lit up and lines and angles showing the position of the attack came on, "This is my chance to succeed, I will not fail against you."
"Okay, it's got to be in the tropics," Trowa continued "I know this."
Quatre looked up suddenly. "It's Guantanamo, Cuba!" he called out.
"Yeah, thanks Quatre, and I can't break the coding because whoever wrote it is still using the system, to attack the area." He said excitedly and then his face dropped when he realized what that meant.
"It's activating" Quatre said staring over Trowa's shoulder.
A sudden jolt knocked everyone to the floor, the lights went out, and a sheering sound echoed throu the room as bits of the building began to crumble under the strain of the familiar energy that only a beam gatlin could release.
Relena stared out the helicopter window at the forest below; Hilde sat in the seat next to her, wondering what Duo was doing now. Noine carefully piloted the craft through the rough thermals of the forest as Sally Poe looked ahead.
"Relena" Sally Po called out from the co-pilot seat, "We're almost to the complex, it should be coming into view."
Relena strained to see in front of the craft but all she could see was smoke on the horizon.
"Uh-oh" Sally Po looked down at the wrecked building, "this isn't good."
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"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Melody yelled grabbing Aaron around the throat and shaking him violently causing him to hit various keys by accident.
"Please let go, I didn't do it." He choked.
"Didn't do it" She yelled, "Then who did."
"I don't know, it must have been a character in the story."
"A character?" she said suspiciously, "Then who?"
"I don't know, I have to find out if Dr. J and Howard have fixed the logs on the binki, to figure it out. This would be a good time to run the intermission."
"Good idea."
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INTERMISSION
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