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"Trowa! Mission! Solo!"
"Okay."
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Duo scrunched up his nose in disgust. His entire OZ uniform was starting to stink after climbing around in sewers. At least, it was only for a couple more days. Not that going back was going to be any better. He certainly wasn't in a hurry for a pilot's reunion kind of thing. Which was what Quatre would do.
All the explosives had been set. He had used very powerful ones since it was a bigger base than the usual. Walking down the hallway, to his 'quarters' he thought about the last week's occurrences. About Heero. Trowa's Heero. Not his anymore. God help him, but he still loved the Japanese pilot. And while he wanted the other to be happy, Duo couldn't help feeling hurt. Especially after so many times that he had gotten hurt previously. Trowa was his best friend too. Yah, a lot of people think that Quatre would be, but together both of them simply talked too much. With Trowa, there was always someone to listen and Duo would return the favor by listening to Trowa too.
"…yah, you know, Trowa Barton, the gundam pilot…"
Duo's head shot up as he heard his best friend's name. Two other OZ soldiers were sauntering past him, talking about Trowa? Wait, he knew their names. Jack and…and Rolfe.
"Hey Rolfe, Hey Jack." He called out, hoping to turn them back. And sure enough they did.
"Hey Max!" Rolfe greeted him back, where as Jack merely nodded. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. But what's up with the rumor about that gundam pilot?" Duo asked breezily, hoping to make it sound as though he actually knew what the rumor was.
"Yah, man. I can't believe it either. Never thought a gundam pilot would be so easily captured." Ah, so Trowa was captured. But where?
"Where was it that they were taking him? I forgot." Duo smiled and shrugged, making it seem like he forgot things all the time.
"He was captured just outside the base. So I'm guessing he's coming in here." Oh Shit!
"Well boys, looks like we have to careful, ne?" He said chuckling. The other two laughed with him and bid their farewells.
Slipping into his room, he closed the door and leaned back against the door. He had to get Trowa out of here. But how? Hm, he would probably be kept on the third floor. That was where all the prisoners were usually kept. Moving to his bed, he pulled out a map from under the bed. Hm…if he went through there,…and got off here, it should work. Putting down the map, he quickly redressed himself in his priest outfit and slipped out the room soundlessly.
Meanwhile….
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"So, Nanashi, we meet again."
Trowa remained silent, sitting on the dirty floor of his cell, hands tied behind his back, feet toed together. The man hovering over him, was his old torturer from his mercenary days.
"So what would you be doing here, hm?" Steely blue eyes glinted as his lips curled into a feral smile. The Latin pilot remained silent. "Answer me!" Pulling his arm back, the bigger man belted Trowa so hard that he fell onto his side, blood pouring from his mouth.
"Don't want to talk, do ya?" The red-headed monsters snarled as he grabbed Trowa by his hair and yanked him into an upright position. Looking Trowa' directly in the eye, he growled. "Still proud, are we?" Trowa didn't even flinch as the bad breath floated across his face.
"I remember. You were so hard to break." He chuckled lowly. Leaning closer, he whispered into Trowa's ear. "But I succeeded, didn't I?" a hand stole down between Trowa's legs to fondle him.
"But you poor thing." He shook his head, pretending to be sad. "You hadn't even hit puberty then." Trowa made to look away, but the man forcefully gripped his chin and turned to face him again. "But this time…hn, I'm going to have fun breaking you no matter how many times it takes."
Leaning forward again, he whispered squeezing Trowa's ass. "And the more the better."
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Duo ran through the corridors and up the stairs, his boots making no noise on the floor. After All, he wasn't called the master of Stealth for nothing. Reaching the top floor, he raced off into the dimly lit corridor, blending in with the shadows, hoping to reach the cell before anything bad happens.
He easily recognized the one with Trowa in it. After all it was the only one with a guard standing outside. Sneaking up behind the six-foot tall monstrosity, he took him out with a forceful blow to the head and the groin. The guard never even knew what hit him.
Slipping out his lock picks from his hair, he quickly unlocked the cell and darted in. His eyes adjusted quickly to the dark and focused on a form lying on the ground, unconscious. Walking over, he knelt beside the figure and turned it over, confirming it to be Trowa. Damn. What a time for him to be unconscious.
Thinking quickly, Duo ran over the possible escapes in his mind. With Trowa unconscious, it was going to be hard. He could carry him out, but that would leave him unable to fight. He could leave and come back later, but who knows what would have happened by then. Deciding to take his chances, Duo hefted Trowa's body over one shoulder and made sure that his gun was easy to reach. Making sure that nobody except the knocked out guard was outside, he slipped out and made to get out of here. He had already gotten the data and set the explosives. Oh damn! He knew he had forgotten something. He had left the detonator back in his room. Well, no choice to go and get it.
Making his way through rarely used corridors, Duo made his way through the three levels. But just as soon as he thought he was face, he met up with two soldiers.
"Shit." Pulling out his gun, he quickly fired of shots, taking them out. But unfortunately, pain lanced up his thigh as a bullet embedded itself. Turning around, he saw another guard directly behind him and felt a hard blow to his head before he fell to the floor unconscious.
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Disclaimer: All mine!!!! Bwahahahaha! ……..k, fine! Not mine!
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"Trowa! Mission! Solo!"
"Okay."
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Duo scrunched up his nose in disgust. His entire OZ uniform was starting to stink after climbing around in sewers. At least, it was only for a couple more days. Not that going back was going to be any better. He certainly wasn't in a hurry for a pilot's reunion kind of thing. Which was what Quatre would do.
All the explosives had been set. He had used very powerful ones since it was a bigger base than the usual. Walking down the hallway, to his 'quarters' he thought about the last week's occurrences. About Heero. Trowa's Heero. Not his anymore. God help him, but he still loved the Japanese pilot. And while he wanted the other to be happy, Duo couldn't help feeling hurt. Especially after so many times that he had gotten hurt previously. Trowa was his best friend too. Yah, a lot of people think that Quatre would be, but together both of them simply talked too much. With Trowa, there was always someone to listen and Duo would return the favor by listening to Trowa too.
"…yah, you know, Trowa Barton, the gundam pilot…"
Duo's head shot up as he heard his best friend's name. Two other OZ soldiers were sauntering past him, talking about Trowa? Wait, he knew their names. Jack and…and Rolfe.
"Hey Rolfe, Hey Jack." He called out, hoping to turn them back. And sure enough they did.
"Hey Max!" Rolfe greeted him back, where as Jack merely nodded. "What's up?"
"Nothing much. But what's up with the rumor about that gundam pilot?" Duo asked breezily, hoping to make it sound as though he actually knew what the rumor was.
"Yah, man. I can't believe it either. Never thought a gundam pilot would be so easily captured." Ah, so Trowa was captured. But where?
"Where was it that they were taking him? I forgot." Duo smiled and shrugged, making it seem like he forgot things all the time.
"He was captured just outside the base. So I'm guessing he's coming in here." Oh Shit!
"Well boys, looks like we have to careful, ne?" He said chuckling. The other two laughed with him and bid their farewells.
Slipping into his room, he closed the door and leaned back against the door. He had to get Trowa out of here. But how? Hm, he would probably be kept on the third floor. That was where all the prisoners were usually kept. Moving to his bed, he pulled out a map from under the bed. Hm…if he went through there,…and got off here, it should work. Putting down the map, he quickly redressed himself in his priest outfit and slipped out the room soundlessly.
Meanwhile….
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"So, Nanashi, we meet again."
Trowa remained silent, sitting on the dirty floor of his cell, hands tied behind his back, feet toed together. The man hovering over him, was his old torturer from his mercenary days.
"So what would you be doing here, hm?" Steely blue eyes glinted as his lips curled into a feral smile. The Latin pilot remained silent. "Answer me!" Pulling his arm back, the bigger man belted Trowa so hard that he fell onto his side, blood pouring from his mouth.
"Don't want to talk, do ya?" The red-headed monsters snarled as he grabbed Trowa by his hair and yanked him into an upright position. Looking Trowa' directly in the eye, he growled. "Still proud, are we?" Trowa didn't even flinch as the bad breath floated across his face.
"I remember. You were so hard to break." He chuckled lowly. Leaning closer, he whispered into Trowa's ear. "But I succeeded, didn't I?" a hand stole down between Trowa's legs to fondle him.
"But you poor thing." He shook his head, pretending to be sad. "You hadn't even hit puberty then." Trowa made to look away, but the man forcefully gripped his chin and turned to face him again. "But this time…hn, I'm going to have fun breaking you no matter how many times it takes."
Leaning forward again, he whispered squeezing Trowa's ass. "And the more the better."
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Duo ran through the corridors and up the stairs, his boots making no noise on the floor. After All, he wasn't called the master of Stealth for nothing. Reaching the top floor, he raced off into the dimly lit corridor, blending in with the shadows, hoping to reach the cell before anything bad happens.
He easily recognized the one with Trowa in it. After all it was the only one with a guard standing outside. Sneaking up behind the six-foot tall monstrosity, he took him out with a forceful blow to the head and the groin. The guard never even knew what hit him.
Slipping out his lock picks from his hair, he quickly unlocked the cell and darted in. His eyes adjusted quickly to the dark and focused on a form lying on the ground, unconscious. Walking over, he knelt beside the figure and turned it over, confirming it to be Trowa. Damn. What a time for him to be unconscious.
Thinking quickly, Duo ran over the possible escapes in his mind. With Trowa unconscious, it was going to be hard. He could carry him out, but that would leave him unable to fight. He could leave and come back later, but who knows what would have happened by then. Deciding to take his chances, Duo hefted Trowa's body over one shoulder and made sure that his gun was easy to reach. Making sure that nobody except the knocked out guard was outside, he slipped out and made to get out of here. He had already gotten the data and set the explosives. Oh damn! He knew he had forgotten something. He had left the detonator back in his room. Well, no choice to go and get it.
Making his way through rarely used corridors, Duo made his way through the three levels. But just as soon as he thought he was face, he met up with two soldiers.
"Shit." Pulling out his gun, he quickly fired of shots, taking them out. But unfortunately, pain lanced up his thigh as a bullet embedded itself. Turning around, he saw another guard directly behind him and felt a hard blow to his head before he fell to the floor unconscious.
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