"All right, team Gundam. Operation: Lockdown has commenced. Everyone ready for the next step?"
"Death here and ready for action."
"Dragon and Nataku here."
"Darlian here."
"Quintessence and Rabbit, waiting for orders, Wing."
"Great. Platinum, what's the status of Target Ty?"
Platinum scanned the dining hall in search of her target. "No sign of him yet, Wing. Oh wait! There he is. Ty has just entered the building with a group of friends. They are settling down at table five."
"All right. Darlian, that's your cue."
Wing and Dragon left their places in the dining hall, removed the wigs they had on and hurried into a rented car that was waiting behind the limo Quintessence was waiting to drive. Darlian smiled and headed over to Target Ty: Taylor Quinn.
"Hello. You're Mr. Quinn, I presume?" Darlian asked cheerily.
"Yes. I'm Taylor Quinn. And who are you?"
"Jessica Darlian. A friend of yours thought you could use a…fun night out. So he called me."
Taylor grinned and looked around the circle of his friends. "All right, which one of you guys set this up?" They grinned as well but no one took the credit.
"Okay Mr. Quinn, if you'll follow me." Darlian winked at the man.
After earning some congratulatory pats and catcalls from his pals, Taylor followed Darlian back outside to the limo.
"Here we go. Death, Rabbit, Quintessence, they're heading in your direction. Get ready. And Death, try not to seem too playful."
"Awww, how sweet, Wing. You do love me!"
"Hn."
Death turned to his companion in the back seat of the limo. "You ready, Rabbit?"
"Ready."
As Darlian and Taylor approached, Death and Rabbit stepped out of the back in very provocative clothing.
"We have a special for you tonight, Mr. Quinn." Darlian smiled as if she'd done this a thousand times before. "Tonight, you get to choose your…escort."
Taylor grinned and rubbed his hands together. He stepped towards Rabbit and looked from her short purple hair down to her four-inch heels. "What's your name, little lady?"
"My friends call me Bunny." The girl giggled.
Taylor looked at Bunny's companion, a male with long chestnut hair and big violet eyes. He was wearing a small black leather vest that revealed his midsection and his legs were covered by leather pants tight enough to be a second skin. Taylor licked his lips. "And what might your name be?"
Death grinned. "The name's Shinigami, but you can call me whatever you want."
Taylor's grin turned mischievous, this being an answer that suited his liking. "All right Miss Darlian. I've made my choice. Sorry Bunny. Maybe some other time." The man winked a hazel eye towards the girl before wrapping an arm around Death's waist and leading him into the limo.
"Ah, Shinigami, where will I be taking you tonight?" Quintessence turned around and looked at Death.
The longhaired man simply smiled at Quintessence. "How 'bout the usual place? You know where."
The driver smiled back at the other. "Gotcha." He winked before turning back around and starting the car.
"So, how about we get started?" Taylor growled before trying to launch himself at Death.
"Ah, ah, ah. Slow down, big boy. We'll have plenty of time for that, I promise." Death pushed Taylor back into his seat roughly. "I want to get to know a little more about you first." Death climbed up onto Taylor's lap. He smiled seductively while reaching around and grabbing the hazel-eyed man's wallet. Death flipped it open and a picture of a certain someone caught his eye. "Who's this?" he asked, pointing to the picture of a petit blonde boy with aqua eyes.
Taylor glanced at the picture. "That's nobody. I don't even know why I still have that in there."
"Then I guess you won't mind…" Death slipped the picture out of its place and into his back pocket. There was no way he'd leave anything even closely related to his friend with Target Ty if he could help it. "So…I understand that you are a very influential man."
"Mm-hmm." Taylor nodded. "I can't even take a piss without the press writing it in the papers. But that's fine by me. Press helps my company."
"Really? How so?" Death slapped at the hands tried to wrap around his waist.
"Well, the more the world sees Taylor Quinn: Modern Day Adonis, the more they want to have a part of me, if only my company's products." Taylor tried again only to be slapped again.
The car came to a slow, then to a stop.
"We're here." Came Quintessence voice from the driver's seat.
"Thank you, good sir. Don't wait up." Death winked as he and Taylor climbed out of the car.
The pair checked into a room, Death using Taylor's money since he still held his wallet, and hurried up into said room. The violet-eyed man pushed the other harshly onto the bed and straddled him. From the back of his pants, he pulled out a pair of handcuffs and dangled them before Taylor's eyes.
"Oooo…kinky." Taylor smirked.
"It's the only way." Death assured. He grabbed Taylor's left hand and attached the cuffs to the bed. He pulled out another pair and attached his right hand to the bed. "And if you don't mind, I'm going to blindfold you now."
Thinking nothing of it, Taylor let his vision be cut off by a black bandana. "All right. Let's get it on."
Death scoffed. He got up off Taylor's body and walked over to the room's desk and took a seat. "Wing, task accomplished. It's your turn. Room 331."
"Hey? What's going on? What task? Are we role-playing here?" Taylor asked from the bed. "Where'd you go?"
Death rolled his eyes.
"Good job, Death. We'll be right up."
"Hey? Shinigami? You still there? I'm waiting…"
Getting slightly irritated, Death walked into the bathroom, snatched one of the tiny towels off the rack, and used it to gag Target Ty. That way, he'd shut up.
Soon after, Wing came up with Dragon and Nataku, who was holding a gallon bottle of a yet to be known liquid and a jar of salt.
"I thought you'd never get here." Death said, wrapping his arms around his Wing.
Taylor, wondering who the hell is in the room with him, began trying to speak around his gag.
"Tie his legs down." Wing motioned to Dragon. Dragon complied although Taylor gave him a hard time about it by struggling and kicking his legs about. Then, Taylor felt his shirt being cut off his body, exposing his chest.
"Mr. Quinn, have you seen the movie Fight Club?" Nataku said, right into his ear. Taylor jerked he his towards the voice. "I'm sure that if you have, you know what lye is. This," she shook the jar of salt. "Is lye." She smirked. "And in this bottle, we have its reactor." She shook said bottle for effect. Actually, it was a bottle of green dye, but he didn't need to know that.
"Comply with us or you will be burned, Quinn." Dragon warned. "Shout out and you will see that we are serious." He reached out and pulled the gag out of Taylor's mouth. The black-haired victim remained silent.
"Good boy." Nataku smiled, patting the top of Taylor's head.
Just then, Platinum entered the room with Darlian, Rabbit and Quintessence.
"Ah. Just in time." Death smiled.
"Let us introduce ourselves, Quinn." Platinum said. "My name is Platinum."
"Rabbit."
"Quintessence."
"Darlian." She giggled in seeing Taylor's mouth drop a bit.
"Dragon."
"Nataku."
"Death."
"And I'm Wing. Welcome to Operation: Mayhem."
"Okay, everyone. Pick a color." Darlian pulled out a handful of Sharpies out of her bag and showed everyone their options.
Rabbit, who decided to choose the pink Sharpie, wrote in huge block letters L-O-S-E-R on the victim's forehead. The others chose different colors and wrote various obscene words across Target Ty's chest.
"All right people, this won't be pretty, but we must get it done. Quintessence, pass me the scissors. You take the other pair." Wing instructed.
"Wait, wait! What're you doing to me?" Taylor quivered.
"Dammit! Did I not tell you to be quiet?!" Dragon roared. "Hand me the water!"
"You do know that water is the what the lye reacts to, do you not?" Nataku said matter-of-factly, handing Dragon a glass of water.
"No! Wait! I'm sorry!"
"Quiet!" Dragon splashed the water on the black-haired man, earning a few snickers from his partners. "Now shut it or you shall feel the other end to this chemical reaction."
Wing and Quintessence proceeded with their jobs by cutting from the bottom to the waist of Taylor's pants. Much to their surprise and their disgust, Mr. Quinn had decided to grace them with a leopard print thong.
Death shrugged. "At least he didn't go commando."
Everyone groaned before continuing to write and draw all over Quinn's legs. Death thought it would be funny if he wrote "Liquor in the front. Poker in the back." On the small of Quinn's back.
"Okay. Which one?" Rabbit tossed her Sharpie to the side and pulled out three little bottles of nail polish: electric yellow, metallic orange, and bedazzled red.
"I think...all three!" Platinum cheered. Rabbit grinned and tossed the orange to her and handed the other bottle, red, to Darlian. The three girls began the paint the victim's finger and toenails.
"The wax is ready." Nataku said, stepping out of the bathroom. The boys grinned, mischievously and Wing proceeded into the bathroom.
"Wax? What kind of wax? What's the wax for?" Taylor questioned, fear coursing through his body. He had absolutely no idea what was happening except that he was one garment away from being naked and that whatever they did to his skin tickled a little.
Everyone decided to ignore him this time and instead of yelling, Dragon slapped on freshly heated wax onto Taylor's stomach. Taylor yelped fearing that this was the effect of the lye but remained silent as to not anger them as much or they might dump it all over his body to make him become the human blister.
"Don't worry, Quinn." Wing said, as if reading his mind. "That isn't the lye. The lye hurts a whole lot more. But scream, and we'll show you how much more."
"Careful, though!" Darlian said. "We don't want to mess up his nails."
Dragon took a piece of cloth and pressed down on it to make it stick to the wax. Then, as quickly as he could, he ripped the cloth off, it taking every hair in that particular area with it.
Again, Taylor yelped at the sudden pain but remembered the threat. He definitely didn't want the come in contact with the lye.
The boys continued to wax every single appendage that was exposed. They also decided it would be fun to wax off Quinn's eyebrows as well.
During this, Nataku readied the bleach and began running it through Taylor's hair. Once a nice thick layer covered his hair, Nataku added another layer. She washed it out, not really caring for the bed that was in the way, and blow-dried the now snow white hair. Then she pulled out a jar of gel and fixed the target's hair in two antenna-like spikes.
The other three girls were busy applying super glue to the inside of a pair of flippers and mittens, expertly cut to reveal the wonderful nail polish. They attached them to Taylor's hands and feet and giggled during the process.
Once they all finished, they viewed their work and grinning.
"Now for the final touch." Wing said, calmly.
"Allow me." Dragon smirked. "Nataku, pass me the lye."
"Wait! I've been good!" Taylor pleaded.
"SILENCE!" And with that, Dragon dumped the green dye onto the target making sure to drench him to make the stains last longer.
Taylor was frightened to the core but shock came the moment that his mind registered no pain. His confusion arose when he heard the group laugh.
Wing, Dragon, Quintessence, and Death took hold of the victim as Platinum unlocked his bindings. The four boys carried Quinn down the hall, through the lobby, and literally tossed him into Quintessence's rented limo, earning no small amount of curious glances.
Rabbit hopped into the front seat with Darlian while the rest fit into the back.
"Where are you taking me? What did you do to me? To my body?" Taylor was growing angry. It was only now that he figured that he had been tricked into that little scheme. That there was no lye whatsoever and the fact that he was getting kind of cold made him even more irritated.
"Stuff a sock in it." Death rolled his eyes and did just that.
Rabbit pulled up next to Quinn Corporation and parked right next to the Corp's logo statue in front of the building.
Again, Wing, Dragon, Quintessence, and Death dragged a rather frustrated Taylor Quinn out of the car and up to the logo. Darlian reattached the cuffs where they would fit best with Nataku while Platinum and Rabbit hurried to the nearest phone booths and called every single news station in New York, leaving of the anonymous message of: "interesting find at Quinn Corp. You don't want to miss this."
And to finalize the plan, Wing pulled out a Polaroid camera from the limo and took a picture of the "interesting find." Taylor Quinn was no longer the Adonis he claimed to be and was instead a green, white haired creature, with flippers on his feet, mittens on his hands and a leopard print thong that covered something very little.
They all laughed and hopped into the limo, sure that Mr. Quinn wouldn't be alone for very long.
"Good job, team." Wing smirked. "Mission accomplished."
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own the GW characters nor do I own Taylor Quinn.
Okay lack of Fight Club reference but instead, more of a Payback (featuring Mel Gibson hehe) reference. Once I got started, I didn't really know how to fit it in without having to hurt Taylor...much. Rah. You'll find out what happens afterward in a later chapter. As for Trowa and Quatre... hehehe. Don't you love the suspense? That'll come most likely in the next chapter. Or I might keep you in waiting even more...I don't know.
Here's the characters and their codenames and why:
Heero/Wing (duh)
Duo/Death (duh)
Wufei/Dragon (duh)
Sally/Nataku (cause it goes along with Wufei)
Dorothy/Platinum (her hair)
Relena/Darlian (Relena Darlian Peacecraft. Duh.)
Hilde/Rabbit (I was watching the Matrix at the time and the computer had just said "follow the white rabbit.")
Ralph/Quintessence (His company)
Taylor/Target: Ty (Ty short for tyrant)
Oh! Sorry this took a while to get out. Dang writer's block. Thanks to all readers and reviewers. Have a wonderful spring.