Title: Mission Accepted
Summary: Heero, Duo, Trowa, and Wufei have been captured while on a mission; Quatre has been ordered to retrieve them. What if a deep secret is revealed? What effect would it have on the Gundam pilots?
Pairings: 3x4
Warnings: Strong Language, Graphic Sexual Content, Some Violence, Timeline will be altered from series.
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or make any profit from this story.
Chapter One: I Had A Feeling!
It had been two weeks since Quatre had heard from the other gundam pilots. Days have passed for what should have been hours. Though for such a mission one would think it was normal to take so much time. But this wasn't a normal team. Something was wrong. Quatre could feel them struggling.
Feeling. That feeling she had that morning they left, when she knew something would happen. If was like a knife to her gut. She had gotten tired of waiting. She contacted Instructor H and d informed him of the status of the mission.
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"Are you sure you guys want to go on this mission without me?" Quatre asked again. Duo just shook his head at the blonde. They were in the hanger preparing for a mission to infiltrate an abandon OZ facility that was rumored to be building nuclear weapons. Their mission was to infiltrate and destroy all weapons within the base. Quatre who would be departing on a separate mission to colonies. Heero, Trowa, and Wufie were going through blueprints of the abandoned buildings at the metal desk.
"Relax Quat, Duo grinned, this will be cake. Believe me we will be back before you even get a chance to miss us."
"Duo I have a feeling." Quatre stated. "Something's not right. I think you should reevaluate your strategic plan of entry."
"It'll be alright Quatre; if anything goes wrong we will have you for back up." Duo joked.
"This isn't a laughing matter something can go seriously wrong." Quatre reasoned.
"Most likely we will be back before you so relax." Duo patted Quatre's shoulder before joining the remaining three gundam pilots.
"Our mission is simple, reminded Heero, Sneak in the base, locate any and all weapons, and destroy them."
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Footsteps echoed throughout the concrete hall. Gun barrels bruising the captured blonde's back. Quatre had been captured before even entering the premises. So now being escorted by over a dozen armed guards, Quatre had no choice but to cooperate with the soldiers. Every once in a while they would pass by more soldiers. It was all starting to come to light that this base really was an active weapons resource facility.
What seemed like a never ending hall ended at an elevator. Guns in Quatre's face until the doors opened on B6 and then they were back in line. Continuing down another hall filled with empty cells until coming to two guards in front of what looked like solitary confinement cell. They had their guns ready as the metal door rose allowing the light of the hall to shine into the dim cell. And Quatre saw a first glimpse of the four remaining pilots.
They were dirty but unharmed. Taking in each of their appearances Quatre sighed with relief. The cell was a concrete room that barely fit three bunk beds; one against the left wall, one against the back wall, and one against the right wall, a toilet in a back corner. It was dark and cold. Removing the cuffs, the guards threw Quatre into the cell before the metal door dropped close.
"What the hell happened to you?" shouted Duo.
"I got worried when you guys didn't return, Quatre said softly, and then I decided to come rescue you."
"Good job!" Wufie mocked.
Trowa and Heero helped Quatre up from the freezing floor to the bottom bunk of the bed across from the door.
"You should have waited until we contacted you." Trowa said leaning against a bunk.
"I got worried." Quatre told them.
"Don't be such a girl. We would have been fine." Duo laughed.
"It's out of our hands now, Said Heero sitting against a wall, we need a plan. Our time is limited. By now our gundams have been found. By then, we will be expended."
Suddenly, the metal door lifted and the guards returned. A man was with them in an officer's uniform, he was white maybe in his thirty's with dark hair and eyes. Handsome and tall, he walked into the cell confidently stopping in front of Quatre. Bright blue pierced into dark brown, it was almost as if time stopped.
"Well, you're the famous Lady Quatrina Barbra Winner! Heiress to the esteem Winner family, Zayeed Winner's favorite daughter. What a nice surprise." He mocked.
The pilots were shocked as much as the soldiers hearing his words. Quatre thought she stopped breathing. She felt it again; the feeling she had when she awakened a week ago. Something was about to happen. Her instincts told her to run, but to where? She wouldn't make a few feet before she was shot.
"I don't believe we've met. You seem to know who I am, but I can't recall you. That's rude!" Quatre retorted bracing herself. Readying herself for anything thrown at her.
He wasn't pleased with her disrespect. He suddenly had her on the ground by the hair with his boot into her back. "You're the bitch who put my men in the infirmary." He growled.
She winced, her nails digging into his hands. He dragged her up to her knees, only to kick her in to her stomach, landing on her side she whimpered. The other pilots reacted but the soldiers turned their guns onto them. They were made to watch as their teammate was kicked in the back and stomach over and over.
"Now some of my men feel that you should learn what happens to a woman who gets captured behind enemy lines. So I decided that the squad you encountered can have you as entertainment for a few hours." He smirked as he slapped her face. He drug her up by her shirt ripping it; his giant hands squeezing her arms before throwing her against the wall, her exposed back hitting the wall. He walked to her preparing to continue his brutal beating.
"Captain Moore, an urgent message from headquarters." A man voice rang.
He was not pleased. But he smirked and gripped her throat before tossing her to one of his men. "I wouldn't recommend staying in here while you have your fun boys." He laughed before leaving the cell. The captain's men drugged a struggling Quatre out of the cell the door slamming down, Wufie and Duo cursing and banging against the door. Her screams could be heard throughout the hall of cells.
Quatre kicked at the intruding hands, her fists pounding against anyone she could. She was bloody and covered in dirt; her clothes ripped and torn. She knew she had to hold out for as long as she could. She knew soon her plan would come into motion and then they would able to escape with her team. She just needed to keep fighting a little bit longer.
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"Now remember Miss Winner, in order for this to work you must appear to be somewhat harmless and weak. Or you will risk an enemy soldier finding the detonator. Instructor H carefully spoke, with the other pilots captured or possibly dead it is vital to destroy the underground facility."
Quatre sat at the dining room table listening to her gundam's creator's orders. She nodded to show him that she understood. Right now all she cared about was getting her friends to safety. It was simple really, infiltrate the base and place charges amongst the corridor and return outside the base, allow herself to get captured , be escorted to the pilots, then at the right time blow the charges.
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The doors reopened and Quatre was dragged into the cell, dropping her Duo, Wufie, Trowa, and Heero rushed to her side. She leaned against Trowa as the soldiers walked away from them. A beeping sounded catching everyone's attention. They looked to Quatre as it became more rapid. Realization came to the men as they scattered, an explosion sounded as walls collapsed and the building shook, smoke filling the house.
"Quatre, you okay?" Duo was full of concern for his friend, "Why didn't you tell us you were a girl?"
"I'll explain later, she said rushing outside the cell ignoring the pain in her side. We have four members until bombing commences."
"But our mobile suits, Duo began following after Quatre will Trowa Heero, and Wufie "Are in a transport shuttle ready to take off." She interrupted.
They made it to the hanger explosions going off every twenty seconds; the guys boarding the transport while Quatre ran to the control panel entering the facility meltdown codes. A timer set for fifteen seconds, Quatre ran to the shuttle, time quickly slipping away, getting through the door she felt a pain. Looking down she saw the blood run down her skin. She was slipping away. Trowa pulled her through the shuttle bay doors before they closed. He put pressure on the wound while Heero flew them away from the detonating prison. Wufie rushing to get a med kit and Duo doing what he can to help Trowa save her life.
Darkness. Cold. Pain. It hurts so much. I don't want to die. I need to tell them the truth. I need to complete my mission. To help bring complete peace between the colonies and earth.
AN: Please R and R. This is my first story.