The Notorious Adventures of Duo Maxwell and Heero Yuy
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing does not belong to me. I'm just borrowing the characters.
Warnings: None, though foul language occasionally.
Chapter 2
Heero's alarm buzzed at 7:00 the next morning. Stretching, he grabbed his pants, filled them with all sorts of weapons, bombs and a hand held satellite mapping system. He met Duo at the train station, and from there headed to the airport to take a airplane to Cuba.
"We're meeting an old friend of mine there," Duo told Heero. "He's a mechanic expert, also a geologist. He'll tell us where to go."
"Ok.."
The plane finally landed, and after fetching their few bags they arranged for a hotel and taxi. The next morning they met Duo's friend.
"Ok, so I hear your trying to find a jewel thief?" Martin asked and rubbed his neatly trimmed dark brown beard
"Uh yeah, kind of." Duo scratched his own head.
"Here's a jeep, it should get you around the island no problem." Martin smiled.
For weeks they drove around looking at rare gem shops and found out about a tourist yacht showing a large diamond the coming weekend.
"Let's look there." Duo was driving and glanced over at Heero.
"Right," Heero's eyes narrowed.
They arrived just as the party started. Duo told Heero he'd patrol outside while Heero guarded inside. People laughed, danced and drank, enjoying the tourist ship's luxuries. Heero kept post near the diamond.
Hours had past and it was getting late, there was no sign of a thief anywhere. Suddenly Heero noticed a singed smell coming from the ceiling above of the diamond. The ceiling gave way, and revealed a black covered person who jumped out taking a swipe at Heero's head. He ducked and countered by grabbing the attacker's leg, flinging the black thief into a shelf of antiques which shattered like rain.
Heero had a moments thought about the cost of such antiques and hoped Commander Une didn't find out.
Bleeding, the attacker pulled out a gun with a silencer and spent a round on Heero who just managed to dodge. He had to cover behind a table, and when he looked up, a fist greeted him. Dazed, he looked up again only to find the attacker gone, along with the diamond. Catching a glimpse of the thief running toward the left hallway, he followed. The guards followed Heero, thinking he was the thief. Chasing down the corridor, Heero wound up in the boiler room where he found Duo unconscious on the floor. He looked around, but the thief was gone.
Probably in the ocean, Heero thought.
To his disgust, the guards on the ship arrested Heero, and took him to the nearest police headquarters. Heero sat there for over six hours until Duo came and bailed him out. The civilized way for a change. Duo had a bandage on his right arm.
Where the antiques had cut the thief's! Heero raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
"Well, we still have no clues as to where the thief went," Duo sighed.
"Yeah," Heero propped his head with his hand thinking. "Hey Duo, how did get injured?"
"Oh this?" Duo grimaced and pointed to his arm. "I got it when that jerk shoved me into the boiler. Nasty burn, but I'll be alright."
"Mmm."
When they finally got back to the hotel, Heero had an urgent notice from the hotel manager saying the guards needed his advice on proper security protocols.
"Ok, I'll be back soon, this shouldn't take long." Heero grabbed his jacket and left, leaving Duo to answer the phone to a furious Une.
"What the hell are you doing in CUBA?" She screeched through the telephone.
"Uh, investigating about the white jewel..." Duo couldn't tell what the commander was trying to yell at him, because the phone suddenly went dead.
"This hotel doesn't have limited phone access does it?" He wondered.
Then the lights went out.
"Shit."
There was a loud bang as black uniformed figures tried breaking through the room's windows. However, Heero had requested bullet proof glass be installed.
"Ah man, looks like I owe Heero this time," Duo muttered under his breath.
Dazed from their an impact with the glass the figures fell from their ropes and plummeted seventeen floors. Duo heard muffled groans and swearing from the remaining attackers still holding on to their lines.
More came down, only this time they planted explosives on the glass. Realizing what was happening, Duo ducked into a corner behind his bed as glass shards flew this way and that sticking into the walls, beds and chairs. This time the attackers slid into the room and immediately started attacking Duo with daggers and guns. Duo grabbed the guy who was frantically trying to stab him and shielded himself from becoming Swiss cheese. The man with the gun didn't hesitate in shooting Duo's hostage.
Well, at least I now know they're hired men, He thought.
Duo flung the lifeless body to the side and dashed at the man with the pistol. He reached the guy and knocked the gun out of his hands before throwing him out the window. As Duo turned around, a thrown dagger thunked into his left side. Blood flowed out onto the carpet. Duo pulled the dagger out and ripped part of his shirt to make a bandage around his stomach. He flung the dagger into another attackers throat and ran towards the last man. He decked him and found the gun he knocked away earlier. Pointing at the man on the ground, Duo's eyes went out of focus. He fired one shot at the attackers head. The man died with his knees still buckled up.
Duo leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. Coughing up blood , he slid down to the floor, wheezing. More assassins came through the wreckage and surrounded Duo, pointing their guns to his head. Just before Duo fell unconscious, lights flared in the room. Duo heard men shouting and wailing, as welcome figure stood in front of Duo.
"Heh, guess it's your turn. Go get'em Heero," Duo whispered
"Roger that."
Duo smiled weakly, then passed out.
Heero walked beside a nurse on his way to Duo's room. When they reached it, Heero noticed the door to Duo's room locked securely shut.
"I see, you've locked his room so no suspicious people ask to visit him.."
"No, we lock his room because he keeps getting up and bugging patients and employees alike," The nurse said exasperated.
"Oh," Heero frowned.
The nurse pulled out a key and inserted it in the lock, there was a click and the door swung open to a room that was surprisingly...
"Empty?" Heero asked, puzzled.
Heero and the nurse dashed to the window thinking of the oldest trick in the book. But Duo hadn't tied the bed sheets together to make a rope and escape through the window. A figure dressed in a white patient gown, dropped silently from the corner of the ceiling and slipped out of the room.
Heero frowned.
"Ugh, not again! How does he do it?" The nurse fussed.
"Usually he plants a small, nonlethal bomb and breaks the door down." Heero replied absently, scanning the room for any indication of Duo's presence.
"Teenagers these days," She muttered. "Honestly."
Heero glared. "Duo and I are not teenagers. We drive, have a job, rent apartments; we are adults."
"But you're-"
"Nineteen."
"Oh, you look like you're-"
"Seventeen."
"I take it you-"
"Get that a lot, yes," Heero retorted.
The nurse blinked. "Ah, I see. Well where do you think he would have gone?"
Heero ignored her and ran down the hallway to the elevator. Heero stepped outside to the busy streets and caught a glimpse of Duo's braid swirl around a corner into an alley. He followed slowly, wondering what his partner was up to.
"I told you two days after I nicked it, and you still haven't shipped it?" Duo asked crossly.
"I know, I know! But everybody is still alert, we need to let things cool down before we do anything," The dark haired man replied cautiously. Heero noticed it was the same guy that had given him and Duo the jeep, Martin.
"All right give it a week, maybe two. Then ship it."
So that's how it is. Heero glared. He slipped away back to the front of the hospital. A little later Duo surprised him by coming out the front doors of the hospital with a juice, dressed into his normal khakis and a white long sleeve shirt covered by a brown duster.
"Hey Heero!" Duo waved, grinning. Heero frowned.
"Where were you?" Heero asked, waiting for his partner to lie.
"Oh, I couldn't stand being cooped up in there so I took a walk around some alleys," Duo explained, waving his hand toward the general direction of where he'd gone.
"I see," Heero continued to frown. He flagged a taxi down and got in, Duo following.
"To the Majestic hotel," Heero said. The taxi driver nodded. When they finally got there, Duo fell onto his bed and Heero went into the bathroom to brush his teeth. Heero finished and then sat on his bed untying his shoes.
"Hey Heero?" Duo mumbled. Heero looked over to see Duo's lying face down.
"Yeah?"
"What would you do, if you found out a friend of yours was involved in crime?" His voice muffled under all the pillows.
Heero kicked his shoe off. "I would arrest him, naturally. Why?"
Duo rolled over onto his side, facing Heero. He seemed to be slightly disappointed.
"I was just wondering," he explained.
It was a good question though. Why hadn't he arrested Duo? The evidence was all there, the camera showing the fight between them when Heero threw Duo into the shelf of antiques. Duo's arm was proof, yet he said nothing.
Heero sat there for a long time puzzling over this matter, while Duo fell asleep on his back snoring.
TBC...