Eternally Yours

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Chapter eight: Call Off the Search

It had all been for nothing. The house was empty… vacant… completely deserted. Heero and Duo walked, side by side, down the driveway towards the car that they had hired that morning.

Trowa had called them early that morning to give them some insignificant details about the house. He hadn't mentioned the fact that nobody was actually living in the house now. That would have been significant.

"Aww man, that was eventful, eh?" Duo said, sarcastically, breaking the uncomfortable silence.

Heero was silently fuming. It had been a start to their trail and it had left them at a dead end, once again. He was beginning to lose hope that they would ever find Lafeia.

As he jumped into the car, he slammed the door shut behind him and thrust the keys into the ignition and twisting them quickly.

"Sheesh," Duo said, stepping into the passengers side of the car and closing the door, gently, behind him, "Just 'cause you're mad, doesn't mean that you have to take it out on the car."

"Shut up Maxwell," Heero growled, crashing his foot down onto the accelerator and driving the car forward.

Duo immediately abided by his command. Messing with Heero, especially when he was in one of these moods, was just too damned risky. Instead, he turned on the car radio and began, silently, singing along to one of his favourite tunes.

A buzzing noise soon distracted Duo from his reveries about Hilde's and his wedding day and he jumped, startled by the vibrations, and quickly grabbed his cell phone out of his back pocket.

"Hello?" He asked, in his usual cheerful and friendly tone.

"Maxwell," Trowa's voice droned down the receiver, "I have something that may have some relevance to your mission." Duo's eyes darted quickly over to Heero, who, in between driving, was glancing at him curiously.

"Great, spill it buddy," He answered.

"There is a mysterious power surge coming from the northern regions of the L4 colony. There are no areas referred to on governmental files, saying that there is a building or industry in that area that could withhold and use up so much of the L4's power supply. In addition, there is no registration on any governmental files stating that there is any source of power actually being transferred to that area. Therefore, meaning that whoever is withdrawing energy from the colony's source is doing so illegally."

"Hmm…" Duo said, running ideas through his mind, "I can't think of any explanation for this. You're right, maybe this could give us a lead… we'll check it out."

"Okay, good luck," Trowa answered, before hanging up.

Heero glanced at Duo, inquisitively.

"Well, who was that and what's going on?" He asked.

"Trowa, he had some vital information for us. There's a strange power upsurge coming from the northern regions of this colony. He thinks that we should check it out as it may have a lead to it."

"Hn. Okay, did he tell you where about, exactly, that this upsurge was coming from," Heero asked.

A guilty look was evident on Duo's face and he grinned sheepishly.

"Damn, I forgot to ask-" Duo's cell started beeping again, disrupting their conversation. He picked it up off the dashboard and read the screen, "Oh, look, no matter, Trowa's already sent the map and the source of the upsurge on a .gif file to my cell."

"Great," Heero retorted.

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Heero stood in the shadows, behind the dark building, his breath hanging in the air and escaping his mouth in small puffs of white clouds. In the dark, the shadows hid him perfectly, hiding his form and strong structure from the prying eyes of unwanted visitors. He had been on this mission to find Lafeia for days without a single lead and it had began to grow frustrating. It had been as though someone was acting against him, predicting his every move, his every thought, and covering everything up until he was lost in another dead-end.

That is, until Trowa had called earlier that day, giving them minor yet important details, and a map of the northern isolated regions of the L4 colony.

So it was that Heero found himself, hidden in the darkness on a cold and blustery night, debating whether to sneak in through the building's 'locked' back entrance or climb through a dimly lit window, left open despite the cold.

He wondered, briefly, why Duo hadn't reported back to him yet on their two-way radio devices. He had, after all, only asked the braided American to perform a small clearance check on the building, and he had been gone approximately twenty minutes now. This was much longer than it should have taken Duo to execute such a simple procedure; Heero knew how fast the – sometimes-lazy – Deathscythe pilot could move.

After a few more minutes of waiting, he decided to use the window. If he used the back entrance, there was bound to be much more security guards guarding that area as it was a predictable area of attack, but if he used the window, he was more likely to attract less attention to himself.

Prying the window, noiselessly, off its hinges, he threw it onto the grass beside him, where he knew it would not shatter and cause the silence to be interrupted. He jumped up, grabbing onto the frame of the window and hauled himself up and into the small gap between the walls.

He landed without a sound, crouched down, one foot on the ground, the other tucked neatly behind him, so that he was leaning ion his knee. As he scanned the area, he placed to hands onto the ground in order to regain his balance and upon finding that there were no obstructions or guards, he moved quickly and competently through the building.

Once out into an open hallway, Heero spied numerous security cameras, which were scanning up and down the halls in search for any intruders.

However, this glitch in his task was no big deal for Heero. Heero looked down the long corridor. There was approximately one camera every four feet; he concentrated carefully, his eyes focused on the first camera. It was emitting a faint – barely noticeable – beam, like the last evening sunrays. The rays scattered in different directions all along the hall, but as long as Heero kept concentrating on each beam, he would make it down the corridor without being caught.

He stepped into and open space beside an area that was pooled by light emitting from a camera in the corner, and carefully using tactics he had been taught long ago, he walked along the small patches of ground that he knew would be in the camera's blind spot. He continued this the whole way along the corridor, until there were no more cameras to be dodged.

'The security around this place isn't very good, but I suppose, they are in an isolated area and aren't expecting any people to stumble upon here. The have obviously overestimated the ability of their security cameras.'

The sound of a few voices, only a short distance down the hallway, took him by surprise, they were so close, and yet he hadn't noticed. He glanced rapidly around him, looking for any means of escape from the corridor, but unfortunately, there wasn't any. He had only two options; one was to dart, quickly back down the hall in the direction he had come and into one of the small rooms he had seen earlier, or to stay and fight off the people. Both were very risky and had a great danger of exposing him and his mission.

He decided to stay, and spotting a pipe, meandering along the ceiling of the hall, he was hit with an idea. Grabbing the steel pipe with two hands, he swung himself up, throwing his legs around the pipe too, to hide his body from people looking onwards. Although, it still meant that if one of them happened to look up, they would spot him and have the first chance to attack.

Luckily, for Heero, the two approaching men did not look up, but instead, kept walking, deep in conversation about a prisoner taking ill suddenly, apparently, a rumour they had heard was going around.

"… Yeah, so this prisoner chick is now situated in the west wing infirmary because of some unexpected illness…" A tough, heavily built guard was saying, as they walked along.

"… I heard that it was critical; Lieutenant Roster is hysterical, almost executed the two guys guarding her room…" The other guard, not nearly as big as his partner, responded.

Heero's brain reacted quickly to what they were talking about and he quickly made the connections.

Lafeia… critical illness? See if they have laid a hand on her…

He swung down from the pipe without warning and kicked the startled guards with one leg each, rendering both of them unconscious for the time being. He dragged both of their bodies into a closet he had spotted earlier and stuffed them in.

Remembering what the guards had been conversing about, he dashed, after checking the direction on his watch, westwards, in search of Lafeia's infirmary room.

He ran hastily, his heart beating wildly… uncontrollably and dangerously fast in his chest, with his heart screaming in pain, 'please let her be alive'. He dreaded to find out how he would react if he found that the only girl that he had ever truly loved was dead.

He reached an area that smelled strongly of antiseptics and sterilised medical equipment. And noticed that there was only two doors along this corridor. Examining each door carefully, he noticed the faint spillage of light that leaked from under the first door and decided that this room was the room where Lafeia must have been staying.

Adrenaline had quickly been pumping its way through his veins and a small smirk reached his lips at the remembrance of this feeling. He pressed his body up close to the cold wall and moved slowly along it, ever cautious of anyone leaving the room. Upon nearing the door, he pushed his ear up against it and listened carefully. He could hear the constant beating of the heart monitor and the sounds of electricity flowing through the heavy equipment situated around the room. However, there were no signs of conscious life present in the room at this time. Fumbling with his trousers, he found the gun he had hid safely in his belt and drew it out, slipping on the silencer and cocking it quietly. He opened the door and slowly sticking his head in and looking around found that there was, as he had thought, no one conscious in the room. He slipped through, pointing his gun quickly in every direction as he double-checked for any sign of danger. Once again, he didn't find any, and only momentarily wondered why he hadn't encountered anything remotely dangerous so far.

This is too easy, he thought, too easy to be true. He slipped the gun back into the waistband of his pants, as the room lacked human interference, and cast his eyes back upon the bed he had seen earlier.

Lafeia lay upon a white padded table, fastened down with restraints around her ankles, wrists and waists. IV's tubes and wiring snaked out from her body, each leading to different various machines and equipment. As he moved closer, he could tell see that her skin was deathly pale and lacked the vibrant glow that he had become so accustomed to. Her eyes sunk into her sockets slightly and her hair, lay limply around her face, it's usual bounce and shine was now missing.

He walked straight over to her, brushing a few strands of ebony black hair from her face and traced his hand down her cheek.

"I'm sorry," he told her quietly, apologizing for everything that had gone wrong lately int hose two words. He felt that he didn't need to say anything more, he couldn't say anything more. His breath had caught in his throat the minute he had set eyes on her battered body.

He reached out, to remove the wires, tubing and needles from her body, but paused before he did. He didn't know what effect this would have on her, for all he knew, these machines could be the ones keeping her alive, or killing her.

Whilst staring at her, he was startled by the sudden fluttering of her lashes and was soon gazing into distraught, sleepy teal green eyes. A diminutive, almost indistinguishable smile traced the small girl's lips as she looked up at him.

"… Heero? …" She whispered, gruffly, her voice deceased from lack of use.

"Yeah, it's me," he answered her, stooping down further, so that she wouldn't have to strain her weary eyes.

"… I missed you…" She told him, her – now dull – eyes never faltering from his.

Heero felt anger rise up within him, and anger he had been trying to restrain throughout the last few days, having thought that it would disable his clear thoughts and alertness. He knew, right then, that if he saw the person who had done this to her, he would be ready for the kill. Nevertheless, he still remembered his promise, years ago, to Relena, to never kill again, and he fully intended to stick to his promise. However, he was prepared to take this anger out on them.

"Come on; let's get you out of here," he told her, hastily undoing her restraints, and gently pulling the IV's and tubes from her skin.

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Duo wasn't, however, having the same good luck as Heero. As soon as he had set foot in the building, numerous guards ambushed him. And they kept coming, seemingly from nowhere, attacking him from the left, right and the centre.

He was beginning to grow tired, he had been fighting them off for just about twenty-five minutes now, and still, countless attackers grabbed him, hammering him into the walls, pounding him with their gigantic fists and exhausting his fighting strategy. It seemed, almost, as though someone knew his every next move, and eliminated any of chance of him escaping. It was all too weird for him.

After receiving a violent blow to the chest, he stumbled backwards, knocking against a wall, so hard, that the security camera on the wall shook, setting off a wailing siren, which sounded throughout the whole building. Duo looked quickly towards the guards that were approaching him hastily, they had him cornered and against a wall. He was, as he saw it, doomed.

Suddenly a voice started shouting angrily down the radios of each guard in view.

"What is going on?" A man's deep voice boomed. "I thought that you said that you had this all under control, I thought that I could trust you guys,"

"But sir-" one of the guards had grabbed his radio device and was now talking into it, "we have it under control now,"

"Good, replied the voice. Catch the intruder and eliminate all obstacles."

"Yes sir."

The guards looked at him, menacingly.

Eliminate? Me? I don't think so.

Duo jumped up, kneeing the closest guard in the crotch, and dived towards the window he had entered through. There was only one guard blocking it.

Easy as pie, Duo scoffed, knocking the tall man to the ground.

"Have a nice day!" He called to his opponents behind him before jumping out of the window and landing gracefully, crouched down on the dewy grass below. He just hoped that Heero had gotten to Lafeia in that time.

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Heero froze as the siren sounded throughout the building and Lafeia shuddered, a fearful look evident upon her face.

"Shit, we've got to get out of here, quickly," Heero told the young raven-haired girl, and after noticing the fear register in her teal eyes, he quickly leant down, kissing her forehead and stroking her hair tenderly, "Damn, I missed you," he whispered quietly.

Lafeia, smiling, pecked him quickly on the lips and answered, hoarsely, "I missed you too."

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Michael Roster rushed into the surveillance room to watch what was going on throughout the buildings.

After scanning through a few screens, where he could see that his guards were the ones in control of the situation. A dozen guards currently cornered the braided intruder, smiling to himself, Michael turned his attention to the next screen on the monitor that was watching over their prisoner's medical room.

He was shocked to see what he did. Not only was the girl in the room, but she seemed to have a visitor of some sort, and from what it looked like, Michael could place him to meet what he found on the profile of the great Gundam pilot of Wing.

His smug smile tightened and widened. Everything was going according to plan; he had a Gundam pilot at long last. Now the only problem was that he had to secure the room to ensure that neither guest would escape.

"Tyson!" He barked to a soldier standing near to him. The solider, startled by his demand, jumped slightly.

"Yes sir!" He straightened himself and saluted to his boss.

"I want you to get all of our best guards and have them secure the perimeters around this room," he pointed to the room on the monitor and Tyson's gaze flitted over to it for a few minutes before going immediately back to his boss. "And once you have done that," Michael continued, "send a few men in to imprison this man here," once again Michael signalled to the monitor, this time more directly to the man, cradling the young raven haired girl in his strong arms.

"Yes sir!" Tyson replied, and made to leave the room.

"Oh and Tyson," Michael said, in a slightly more relaxed tone, "don't bring Roster into this. Make sure he knows nothing of it."

The soldier, who looked slightly confused, did not comment on his orders, "Yes sir," he said one more time before leaving the room quietly and setting himself to the task.

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A few minutes later, the very best guards of the Red Claw, were standing, arranged carefully around an enclosed space in which their target was situated.

In a few seconds, they would have him; the famous pilot of the gundam named Wing.

They would have Heero Yuy.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love. -- Sophocles

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