Author's Note: Quite frankly, I don't remember last chapter's reference and when I tried to find it, sad to say, I couldn't. So, to make up for that, there are two references in this chapter. If you can get them both, that means you can get to make up two OCs that I will use later on. However, while one is blaringly obvious, the other is not as much. Same as last time, it's a first come, first serve thing so get cracking people. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: language

Monsters

"Those two are monsters!"

Dorothy eyed her upset friend as she vented all the while keeping an eye and ear out for anybody that might overhear.

Yeah, that blond guy had accepted Heero's offer and now the two of them were on their way home after so many hours… She wondered if she was going to be in trouble for this; she couldn't just say that she was being held against her will by two boys she had never seen before. It would violate the terms that Heero himself had laid out and would more than likely get him killed.

She thought that the decision had been rash and not thought out long enough but then she wasn't complaining since she wasn't tied up and had no socks in her mouth…she spit into a nearby lawn, still trying to get that horrible taste out of her mouth. Of all the things, those guys just had to gag her with a pair of dirty socks, ehhg.

"Keep it down, Relena," she said aloud.

"What? Why should I?" Relena demanded, her eyes blazing fanatically. "Why shouldn't I tell on them? They deserve it!"

"You haven't forgotten, have you?" Dorothy deadpanned. "If you do tell, then Heero's dead."

"Those monsters," Relena swore.

"Actually, that was Heero's idea," Dorothy replied.

At that, all defiance in the girl was swept away and her shoulders slumped. "I know," Relena whimpered. "Oh Heero…"

"Look Relena, as long as we keep quiet, they won't do anything," Dorothy tried to reassure her, momentarily taking off from her watch to comfort her best friend.

"But how do we know?" Relena asked tearfully. "How do we know that one guy won't squish Heero's head like he did to that table?"

"He was awfully upset when I called him a liar," Dorothy pointed out. "If lying means so much to him that he refuses to do it himself, then he's got to keep his word and leave with his friend in the morning."

"What was with that boy anyway?" Relena asked, changing the subject abruptly.

"How do you mean?" Dorothy asked.

"He was so quiet the whole time and when he did speak, he either asked the weirdest things or asked why they hadn't killed us," Relena explained. "And what was with his hair?" the blonde wondered. "I didn't think someone could grow their hair out that long…it's has to be longer than yours!"

Going along with this train of thought since it was more preferable to thinking about Heero's current predicament, Dorothy picked up, "How did you come up with that?"

"He had it in a braid, remember?" Relena answered. "Even that braid is long! Think how long his hair will be if it was unbraided!"

"Damn, you're right," Dorothy said, eyes widening at the envisioned prospect.

As the girls continued on their way to their homes, neither of them noticed a car parked on the other side of the street, one that if they had been looking at it, neither would have been able to recognize it.

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Duo only watched in wide eyed wonder as Solo took in a deep breath and let it all out.

"Mmhm, that smell's nice!" his friend said out loud, speaking to that other guy. The guy had offered to cook for them, whatever that meant, if they untied him. It was only natural that they both stared at the guy, until Duo decided to cop out and stare at Solo, making the larger boy decide.

He had agreed and ordered the guy to make them supper, whatever that meant. It was true that he didn't really understand much about this outside world. It was just so big but at least he had Solo with him and Solo seemed to know a lot of stuff about this place. He wondered if his other side would know about this stuff too…his other did know a lot of stuff.

"Smell that Duo," Solo told him all of a sudden. "Doesn't it smell good?"

Not really sure what his friend was asking of him, he nonetheless did as he was told and copied Solo's earlier action, taking in a deep breath of air and letting it all out. Wow, whatever was in the air smelled good. In fact, he took in another breath and held it until the need for more air made him let it go. Of course, that started it all over again when he breathed in again and repeated…and repeated…and repeated.

"Hey Duo!" Solo called out to him. "Ya didn't answer me."

"Oh!" he blinked, coming back again. "What was the question again?"

Solo chuckled. "You really are something, ya know that?"

"I guess," he replied, unsure.

Solo just shook his head and chuckled again before yelling out to the other guy, "That stuff better be cooked, ya hear?" All he got in return was some more grumbling but Solo ignored it as he lounged on the couch.

When that other guy had tried to give them food the first time, it hadn't gone over well. The guy had given them what looked like rice and something else that he called "sushi." After one bite of this "sushi," Solo had spitted it out and yelled at the other guy, demanding to know why he was trying to poison them. The other guy just said that was how "sushi" was supposed to be. Solo hadn't been happy with that neither was he, Duo, since through all the noise he had tried the "sushi" and didn't like it either.

"Get your Chinese butt back in there and make us some real food!" Solo had told the guy.

"I'm Japanese," the other guy said, just as pissed as Solo was.

"Same difference, now go make us food before I take one of those butter knives over there and stab ya in da jugular."

And that's how it had been ever since. The other guy was in that other room making food while he and Solo were in this one sitting around waiting for the food. Duo had no clue as to how long it took to make a meal as every one he had had up to this point in his life had always been prepared and waiting for him, not the other way around. Solo seemed to know what he was doing so he followed his lead in doing nothing. It was very boring doing that but it wasn't as if he had some other choice.

Hearing something slam in the other room with the tiled floor caused the braided boy to jump in his seat and to whip his head over to look in the direction of the sound. Not a second later, he heard the other guy say, "It's done."

Looking at Solo to see what he would do, the larger of them stood up and stretched his arms, making his way to the room where the other guy was. Naturally, Duo copied and followed after. What greeted them was a pan of some scrambled yellow stuff from which steam was rising. Taking in another deep breath, Duo figured that the smell was coming from the yellow stuff.

Solo didn't look like to have a clue what the yellow stuff either and looked like he was going to yell at the other guy again until the other guy interrupted him by saying, "It's scrambled eggs. Other than toast, it's the only thing I can make in the kitchen so either you can take it or leave it."

"Lousy Chinese…" Solo muttered but sat down at the table anyway. For that, Solo got a glare from the other guy who said nothing this time but Duo himself couldn't help but say, "He's Japanese, Solo."

"Same difference."

With the exception of Solo telling the other guy to make them toast, whatever that was, there was no more talking as he and his friend ate all the "scrambled eggs" that had been cooked for them. As much as that other guy glared at them, neither of them were affected by it and ignored them easily. To tell the truth, Duo was more afraid of those calm looks he got from those scientist guys whenever he was strapped down to that table for another session. He shivered at that thought; nothing was more frightening than that.

Except for whenever that music started…

No! He couldn't think about that, not now! He just needed to focus on eating, just eating. Yeah, that was better, much better. Everything was fine with his world; nothing was wrong, nothing at all…

Just the way he liked it.

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It was an incredibly dark room that Mobias found himself in, along with four others that he couldn't see at all. He was tempted to call onto his fire but had been ordered not to use his powers at all once he had been allowed in here. Normally, he would have snorted at such a thing and used his fire the moment he entered this room.

At least, that would have been what he would have done except that hidden in the darkness somewhere were some sort of guns that would supposedly electrocute him if he did. He cared too much for his hide to provoke that so he kept his powers on the down low, at least until he was able to figure out if he could get away with using his fire.

A distance away, a beam of light shot out from the floor. The light didn't do much to get rid of the darkness of the room but what it did do was show what looked like to be a man sitting behind a table. Since the light only showed a small part of the table, Mobias had no clue as to how big it was or what it looked like.

The man though, there was something about him. The way he seemed to look at him and the others, there was something creepy about it. The man had his elbows resting on the table in front of him and his fingers were intertwined with one another, just in front of his mouth and nose so that only his eyes were revealed to Mobias and his unknown companions. If Mobias squinted his eyes enough, he would have sworn that the man's eyes were of different colors…

"You are all probably wondering why you are all here, aren't you?" the man's smooth voice suddenly asked, his head rising above his hands just enough so that his mouth was now visible.

"Damn right," Mobias said aloud without remorse.

The man, however, only chuckled at the answer and shifted in a chair that none of the boys could see clearly. "I take it you are all aware of your fellow comrades' successful escape?"

Comrades? What was this guy, some Russian? As if he would even be near Solo or that braided kid. Especially Solo. How could that guy throw away all the things that had been given to him?

"I see you all have," the man commented with humor in his voice. "Now, you are all probably wondering why I've brought that up. Well, all five of you are the strongest and most powerful still here. I want you to go after our little escapees and bring them back here, alive. Now, whether or not that extends to their physical well beings, well, I wouldn't mind if either of them were missing a leg if you know what I mean."

Mobias was starting to like this guy, whoever he was. At last, he had his chance to prove that he was better than Solo, no, more powerful that Solo could ever imagine. Yeah, he'd show them all who the greatest is, once and for all!

"We have been able to locate where our wayward friends have gone," the man continued, oblivious to Mobias' internal proclamations. "They are currently hiding out somewhere in a small town in the middle of nowhere. Within the hour, you will be transported there to smoke them out. I don't care if the town survives; it is of little consequence to your mission. Do I make myself clear?"

Mobias nodded, smirking viciously at all the thoughts he entertained about what he was going to do.

"From where I come from, we usually answer a question with a 'yes sir.'" the man said dryly. "Now, I ask again, do I make myself clear?"

Five "yes sirs" passed through the air and into the man's ears. The man nodded and waved them all away. "You are dismissed. Prepare yourselves while you still have the time to. Remember, if you fail, you do not want to know what will be done to you."

The subtle threat was enough to pour a bucket of cold water over the fervor in Mobias' body.

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Once the five weapons had left the room and the door was shut firmly behind them, Xavien flicked a nearby switch on the table in front of him, lighting up the entire room to reveal all the camouflaged men dressed in solid black and each holding their XAI custom tazers. The debriefing had gone quite well, in Xavien's opinion, but he still wanted to be sure that the task he had given his weapons would be completed.

"Malkov," he said aloud. "I want you to form a backup group just incase. It would be a shame if these weapons were to…malfunction or prove themselves obsolete."

"Yes, Mr. Xavien," a large, emotionless man answered, saluting his superior and leaving to do his bidding.

His eyes watching the large man leave, a smile twisted itself onto his lips.