Standard disclaimers apply: Direct translation? I own nothing, except my insanity. I wanna keep that. ^_~
Warnings: Everything imaginable... There can't pick at me now can ya? *Smirks* Flames will be used to heat up my poor freezing bedroom.
Suing is absolutely pointless unless you really *really* want my annoying bird *grins*
Thoughts are indicated by / . . . / (Ahh the joys of messing with minds...)
Quick explanations: In part one something has happened to Duo, pay close attention to physical descriptions. Still confusing? Keep reading! ^_^;;
Heero sighed, carelessly scrubbing at the stray raindrops that were invading his vision. Sitting outside under the cover of some prickly brush watching the base Heero inadvertently took the time to reminisce. Regardless of the dangers--Heero just couldn't sit here in the cold grass and mud caked earth not thinking. He knew, oh god he knew. He shook his head in desperation trying to block it out. What had happened to Wufei--it was soo much like--Heero bit his lips closing his eyes trying defiantly not to make the connection. He failed.
/ Like Duo. . . ./ He just couldn't help it now. Sighing, all the emotions he'd been carefully holding began to softly trickle down his cheeks. Here he was Heero Yuy, caked with mud, sweat, and a little blood-- Crying in the bushes like some infant. It disgusted him, frustrated him to a point that he was beyond caring.
Heero was soo tired. So damned tired of it all. He fisted the long strands of grass that were in front of him. The war was over. What was left for him now but to find Duo's killers? For the last two years--Heero had tried to hide. To live a life without Duo.
With the wars ending he would have gladly self-destructed-- If it hadn't have been for Duo. His only link to humanity . . .. His only love . . .
Everything was gone now. He'd had his chance . . . . . and he'd fucked it allll up . . .. To hell and back again. Several times. He'd had Duo soo close and then--that labs job.
Heero still felt like just screaming like a four-year-old, sitting here and letting the world go to hell. Heero snorted at that, world going to hell? Oh yes! In a hand basket, of all god damned things. He was still unclear as to what had happened to Duo. When Duo had to leave that lab in East Africa-- all hell breaking loose. Headaches invading Duo's life constantly. Duo. Too damned stubborn for his own good. Heero smiled at that. To Duo he had been the unmoving one. To Duo. The Duo that was gone now . . ..
Heero shook his head bringing himself out of his reverie. He didn't have time to sit around waiting for the bad guys to come and kill him. He was on a mission, granted a self-imposed mission, but a mission none the less. They needed supplies. Heero would get the supplies. Then the bad guys could come and kill him. He nodded to himself. Good plan.
Heero turned back to scrutinizing the base. This one would be THE Proverbial "Piece of Cake" / What a bunch of idiots. / And this base was supposed to be secret. Heero made a mental note to remind Relena's employee's to fix this. Loose ends were the last thing Relena's new government needed especially right now.
He would have to wait to think about Duo. Heero gingerly reached up to wipe the one stray tear that was mercilessly making way down his bare cheek. They were soo close . . . and maybe. Just maybe . . .
It was almost snowing, sort of like the clouds just couldn't decide *what* they were doing. Flying flakes would float above the earth only to disenigrate the moment they touched. Duo sighed resting his chin atop his hand just staring out the dusty old library window. Duo didn't quite know what it was about these tiny shards of ice. He wished he could remember but they *were* sort of comforting. God. He felt so alone
Duo's coughing brought him out of his reverie. Duo shook his head. / Damn dust / The dust in the library was proving to be most entertaining. He grinned, absently chewing upon the end of a black ballpoint pen. The librarian had also proved to be most entertaining. The man was old, set in his ways demo, Duo had an odd feeling about him. Almost like Duo knew him . . . from--somewhere.
He was a big man, squarish with warm blue almost silver eyes that seemed to match his hair. He seemed to worry about nothing, taking his time with everything, like living was an art, and the outside world had only briefly touched him leaving everything in wonder. He also had one hell of a sense of humor. Duo shook his head.
Duo couldn't help but grin again as the man, George, as he had introduced himself, stumbled over with more books from the back of the crowded library.
Stooping over while placing a stack of thick, well used books in front of Duo George inquired as to Duo's progress. "Finding what ya needed?"
"Welll. . . sort of." Duo made vague motions with his hands causing his braid to swing behind him. "Can I check the periodicals again?"
"Damn boy! This must be one hell of an assignment! What was it you were studying again?" George was now sitting opposite Duo, big hands carelessly crossed in front of him.
Duo took note of the small silver ring twined around his left-hand ring finger. It seemed to almost have some sort of design engraved on top but it was worn down. Duo didn't know why but suddenly now-- this man seemed almost dangerous.
"Criminology."
"Damn, well it's like I told ya. We don't really get much traffic coming through these parts anymore. After the war not much important left in this little old town. Hell, I been here fifty years! Not too much of importance has happened *here* But if ya wanna find more ya could check up in the attic."
"Thanks. But I think I'll just come back tomorrow. I really need to get some dinner and then study."
Duo really just wanted to go back to the hotel and sit in a little ball and cry like a baby. He'd been at this for the last two days. Still he found nothing. Any progress he was making was excruciatingly slow and god only knew how close the police were getting.
"Damn you college students try waaay too hard!!! Why don't ya just stay in town? Get a cozy little job, marry a pretty little girl, and have lots of fat little babies eh?" The librarian ended with a racious grin and a wink. His old face screwing up, lines from years of laughter becoming more prominent.
"Nah. My dad'd kill me!" Duo supplied with a laugh.
"Well then will you at least do my wife the honor? By dining at my home? I'm sure she would love to meet ya." The man smiled again motioning for Duo to follow.
"No. . . . I couldn't." Duo argued shaking his head while attempting to look troubled by something.
"Ahh, hot date is it then? "
Duo managed a blush, a meek blush but in the dimming library it really didn't matter.
"Go on! Abandon me!" The little old man was now waving his arms about wildly.
Suddenly, George stopped, got this weird look on his face, and then started laughing at Duo. "You're priceless kiddo. I'll see ya tomorrow. " The man began waving as he made way down the cool stonem steps lining the front of the library.
"Don't stay up too late! I don't want ta have ta deal with ya if you're growly tamorrow!" With those parting words the elderly librarian disappeared off into the night.
Duo grinned. As much as he hated lying to George. He knew he couldn't get him involved. George had been helping him, under the impression that Duo was merely a college student working on some project, but without him Duo would be no-where. He was still sort of no-where but it was a more confident no-where.
Duo shrugged walking down the stone steps himself. / Huh. If only I *was* going on a date! / Duo giggled as he made his way back toward the parking lot where his old jeep sat.
/ Nooo! Now I get to go to the closest city and go *clubbing* those people always seem to know what's going on! / Duo shook his head, suddenly becoming very aware of a movement somewhere behind him.
/Figures./ Duo thought to himself as he noticed the figure making way across the dusty parking lot. Who ever it was certainly didn't want a confrontation. He/she was taking time attempting to look innocent. Duo wasn't even buying it.
Bringing his hand up closer to the waistband of his pants Duo carefully began to ease the .38 around to his front. If he could just get to his car.
Duo held his breath as he carefully opened the door to the jeep, attempting to act as casual as possible Duo slid the keys into the ignition and slowly pulled out, heading west. If he was lucky he could lose this guy. He had looked to be only on foot but with the glare from the sun he really couldn't tell much else about the person.
Duo didn't think he was being followed. He checked the rear-view mirror ever few seconds but the only cars he could see weren't doing anything of note. /Probably just some jackassed mugger / Duo berated himself. How the hell would anybody know where he was anyway . . ..
Quatre sighed to himself plopping down on a side bench that lay in a sort of garden like park to the West Side of the hotel. From here he could see the ocean. Waves gently rolling in as the sun began its fiery trek across the sky. If Quatre hadn't been so upset he would have been enjoying this.
He had to admit the grounds were gorgeous even if they weren't all part of the hotel. The hotel itself had been cheap. Only renting one room for the four of them Heero had left to go check out an old Oz base leaving Trowa and Quatre to watch after Wufei.
Wufei wasn't improving much. Or at least as much as they wanted. He still was far from coherent, coming in and out-- mumbling broken phrases. Anytime they thought he was half coherent Wufei ended up practically screaming. Quatre still didn't know what to do. He had been sitting in their room gazing the net until Trowa kicked him out and told him to take a walk.
Trowa was driving him nuts too. Trowa had been wounded when they left with Wufei, but he continued to act like it was nothing. Quatre had wrapped and bandaged it but Trowa wouldn't let him do much else. Granted Trowa's shoulder had merely been grazed by the bullet, but it was still swollen. Without rest Trowa was sure to land his ass in bed for at least a week. Right now they needed Trowa. True Quatre didn't have the faintest idea as to just what the hell they thought they were all doing . . ..
Which only brought Quatre back to his current dilemma. From what he'd gathered on the net they couldn't even call back in. Something was seriously fucked up! Usually on missions if things went wrong they could at least contact someone in the lower circles and find a safe house to hide in for a while. Which was just what Quatre had been sub checking. Contact--no matter how brief--could end with death. Most likely their own.
Before it had only been a hypothetical idea but now Quatre knew-they *had* been compromised. It didn't matter how it happened but this meant serious fucking danger. Quatre silently prayed to himself that Heero would be able to gather more from that base. Right now it was their only fucking hope.
Quatre sighed looking up toward the sky, silently praying for things to work out. The sun had descended further toward the ocean shooting liquid fire across the sky. And then reflecting off of the waters surface bringing forth a wave of pure heat.
" Sooo. . .What's eatin *you*?"
Quatre was completely stunned out of his thinking by an *extremely * familiar voice . . . . . . .
Heero paused in his checking of the detonators to bite back a snicker. Damn this was easy. Much to Heero's dismay he was actually having fun, who would have known breaking into one of your own military bases could be entertaining?
Wiping the sweat away from his eyes Heero began uploading the codes he would need for the trip to the arms room. He was glad he'd brought along Quatre's extra supply of detonators, Trowa's coding disks, and Wufei's *never-ending* supply of C-4.
Brows furrowing momentarily Heero rechecked the grid. There had been a slight blink. Heero didn't like that. Heero didn't like that at all. He bit his lip caught up in thought. If he left now, his chances of attempting to pull this off would fall from slim to none. Heero shook his head. He would just have to chance it.
Checking his gun for the forth time, Heero decided that he could carry an extra clip. Killing your own people usually was not a good thing. Right now shit was hitting the fan it would have to be ok.
If at all possible Heero tried to avoid killing anymore. Mostly just because of all the red tape used disscussing right and wrong. Heero took a moment to wonder if it was a bad thing--not caring about killing--and then decided that it didn't matter because he'd taken the time to question it's moral implications.
Heero was gonna do this. Here in about three minutes this place would be swarming with guards. God he hoped he could find answers in their computer.
When all hell broke loose he would need to be in position. Heero thought about cackling evily and then decided that it wasn't really very professional. Years of being sucked into humanities infinate boringness were getting to him he'd grown emotions. Granted after Duo--ice wouldforever encircle his heart but at least no he knew that he had one.
Heero sighed, Damnit he didn't have any time for this. This whole mission was just bringing the past up to haunt him. Heero blinked, no all the missions leading up to this one. All the signs where there. They were closer to answers. The answers all of them needed . . .. Wanted . . .. about Duo.
Heero was brought out of his brooding by the tinly blinking light in the lower right hand corner of his laptop's screen. He would need to get moving soon. Tapping in to this base's security system wouldn't be easy, but it would definatly be fun. He hadn't done this in a while. Hopefully he wasn't too rusty.
End Part 5B
Krystal
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