2-Dec-2000
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Warnings: mild shonen-ai
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Trowa and Duo were sitting in a couple of chairs against the wall, thumbing through magazines and looking bored. Quatre and Heero had not yet arrived.
Wufei was leaning up against the desk with his arms folded. He was watching Sasha, his eyes never leaving her. His piercing gaze was making her nervous and uncomfortable, turning her into jelly. She was determined not to let it show. She was not going to give him the satisfaction that he still got to her, that she still desired him.
//Yeah, right. You're hiding it real well// Sasha's practical side said.
{I can't help it, he makes me nervous. Am I that obvious?} her emotional half asked.
//As obvious as a billboard// Practical retorted.
{Oh, shut up. Who asked you anyway?}
She tried concentrating on the book he'd allowed her to have, but she couldn't. She'd read the same page five times and still had no idea what it said. Her mind kept drifting to her bedroom and what had and had not happened between them. He had been as aroused as she, why didn't he finish making love to her? Why hadn't he succumbed to his needs and taken her, she had wanted him to, had begged him to. Instead his fire turned to ice the moment he was free, crushing her spirit at the height of her arousal.
//Get over it, forget him. You have to get out of here, kiddo// her practical side said.
{I know, but I don't want to. I know he wants me}
//He was playing with you while he was getting loose, he used you//
{I started the seduction, remember? I guess I can't blame him for what he did}
//Good girl, you're beginning to understand//
{But I still think he really wants me}
//I give up//
{You started this}
//And I am going to finish it. Food for thought: he is not the son of a pimp client like Georgie said//
{Your RIGHT! A guy like that would have ended up seducing ME . . . right into a bordello, no doubt, but he was more interested in getting free, but why?}
//You got that right, now let's think it out further . . .//
So if Georgie had lied about him, who was he really? Why was he so interested in the microdots? Once he was free he could have left, but he didn't, instead he called his friends. They too knew about the `dots, but how? The microdots had been top secret. The only ones who knew were the Counsel, her team and Georgie.
Of course, Georgie. He apparently told these guys about the `dots, but what did they want with them? She thought hard, who else would want them? Could Oz have found out what was going on? If Oz got the `dots, it could give them the power to take control over Romefeller. She knew Treize Khushrenada was at odds with the Counsel, there was a constant power play between him and Dermeil. If Treize got his hands on the `dots, what would that mean? Would he expose the Counsel's plan to the rest of Romefeller, effectively deposing Dermeil and the rest of them? Was that his plan, taking control of Romefeller? Would Treize use the `dots to crush the colonies?
//No he wouldn't, that's not a soldier's way, but a politician's. If he's after the `dots, it's to keep Romefeller from using them. But were John and his friends Treize's agents? Who else would want those blasted microdots?//
White Fang. Maybe they found out. Maybe one of the techs Georgie bribed developed a conscious. They could be agents of White Fang. And if White Fang knew, they too would attempt to get their hands on the `dots. They would protect the colonies.
Things were starting to make sense to her now. It did not matter whether it was White Fang or Oz, John was on a mission. That was why he hadn't made love to her. It wasn't because he did not desire her, his mission was more important. If he still wanted her, maybe she could use that to escape. She needed to find a way to get them alone, and once she did . . .
Heero and Quatre arrived at the warehouse, entering behind Stefan and Nabor who led them to the office.
"How was it at Georgie's?" Heero asked Duo.
"Quiet," Duo answered, then mouthed silently "Missed you."
"Me too," Heero mouthed back.
Heero turned to Wufei, "Has she volunteered any information yet?"
"No, and we haven't questioned her yet, we were waiting for you."
Quatre sat next to Trowa, leaned over to give him a hug, then paused, "Sardines?" he asked, wrinkling his nose at the smell.
"That was all Georgie had to eat at his place," Trowa said apologetically.
Quatre reached in his pocket, pulled out a small tin of breath mints and handed it to Trowa.
Duo gave him an I-told-you-so grin.
"So, any news about Georgie or the microdots?" Quatre inquired.
Trowa shook his head, "The microdots are probably already in the hands of Romefeller's computer specialists, if Georgie hasn't been leading them on a wild goose chase again."
"No, they have them, this time Georgie would have no choice but to give them the `dots, or be killed." Wufei surmised, "You know, I was starting to like the little con artist, even if you couldn't believe half of what he said."
"Do you really think he might be dead?" Stefan asked, not wanting to believe Georgie could be dead. He was their boss and sure he would sometimes lose his patience with them, and sometimes their cut wasn't as big as he had promised. But he usually treated them decently, something most people didn't do.
"We do have to face that in all likelihood. Romefeller will do whatever it takes to get what they want. If they're not above assassination, they're not above murder." Heero answered.
The brothers looked at each other, getting hurt or possibly killed was not in their plans. They decided it was time to leave.
"Is it all right if we go outside for some fresh air?" Stefan asked.
"Sure," Heero said.
The two stepped outside. Duo raised an eyebrow at Heero and crossed his arms.
"Don't look at me like that, you know they would have just been in the way." Heero said. He had been thinking of a polite way to tell them to get lost, anyway.
Stefan and Nabor felt guilty for running like abject cowards, but if Georgie was dead, what chance did they have of surviving? They headed for the street, hoping it wasn't too late to hitch a ride or find a cab. They were going home.
While the others were talking, Quatre was busy observing Sasha, struggling to read her body language and facial expressions. She had been silent since he and Heero had arrived, but she had been watching and listening to them keeping a blank look on her face, which made it harder for Quatre.
Her expression only changed when she looked at Wufei. Her face was full of anger but peppered with hurt and longing. Wufei's eyes hardly left her, he too looked angry. But his anger was mixed with another emotion. Embarrassment? Shame? // She wants him and he knows it, something happened between them and it scared him. That's it! He wants her too!//.
Quatre felt something close to an epiphany, this was the first time he had ever been able to read Wufei. And what he saw made him sad.
Georgie woke up with a splitting headache and a mouth full of dirt. He spat and spat, clearing his mouth as he attempted to raise to a sitting position.
// Funny, I don't think I've been shot. Shouldn't I be in bleeding and in pain?//
He felt himself over, checking for wounds but found none except for a knot on his forehead, blood trickling from its cut. He stood up and took a step, and immediately fell. He looked towards his feet, to see what he had tripped on. But he hadn't tripped, he had stepped in a hole. The same hole he had stepped in when Ernst had fired his gun.
Through sheer luck, the bullet had missed him as he fell. He must have hit his head on a rock, knocking him out. He'd take a knot on the head over a gunshot wound any day. That hole had saved his life.
He looked around and saw Karl laying a few yards from him. He went over to Karl and checked him over. Karl had a wound in his side and was bleeding, but was still breathing. Georgie shook him and yelled his name, but Karl did not respond, he was unconscious. Georgie searched Karl, looking for a cell phone.
Once again Lady Luck had smiled down on him, Karl had one in his jacket pocket. Georgie dialed the local emergency number and requested an ambulance, giving their location as exact as possible. He then dialed his home number, maybe one of the young man's friends was there but the phone rang and rang.
He decided to take a chance and called Sasha's office crossing his fingers it wouldn't be Sasha who answered.
Quatre was about to ask Wufei if they could talk when the phone rang, Wufei punched the speaker button and nudged Sasha to answer.
"Hello." Sasha answered
//Damn my luck// "Hello Sasha? . . ."
"Georgie, it's me, John. Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, and I'm glad to hear you are too," Georgie said, recognizing Wufei's voice. He was relieved that his friend was all right.
"Of course I'm fine, where are you?"
"I'm about 5 miles outside of town, heading north on highway 35, can someone come and get me?"
"Hold on a minute", Wufei turned to the others and asked, "Who wants to go get him?"
"I'll go," Duo volunteered.
"One of my friends is on his way, you'll know him from his long braid, he'll be driving . . ." Wufei turned to Duo, "What?. . ."
"My truck."
"He'll be in a small black truck, he's leaving now." Wufei said making shooing motions to Duo.
"I'm going, I'm going.," Duo retorted as he headed out the door.
"Are you on a cell phone?" Wufei asked Georgie, he had a lot of questions.
"Yeah."
"Keep talking as you walk. Tell us what happened. You're on the speaker so all of us can hear you."
" Good, because all of you need to listen to what I'm about to say. . ."
Ernst had called his contact after leaving Karl and Georgie.
"I've got the package," he reported. "Send a chopper to the pickup point, I'll be there in about fifteen minutes."
Karl being Oz instead of Romefeller had surprised him, and Oz not agreeing with Romefeller's plans surprised him even more. Oz couldn't exist without Romefeller. Hell, they were a part of Romefeller. What business did they have opposing them? Weren't they supposed to be working for the same goal?
Ernst laid his hand on the small package containing the microdots and smiled. When he handed these over to Duke Dermeil he was handing the colonies to Romefeller on a silver platter, he imagined they would reward him with anything he wanted.
//Is a governorship too much to ask for?// he wondered.
Georgie was walking toward town when the ambulance screamed by him with its lights flashing and sirens blaring, heading toward the field where Karl still lay.
//I hope they're not too late//. He even said a little prayer for Karl.
He told John everything that had transpired since they last saw each other. John and his friends, had been especially interested when he told them about Karl being an Oz agent. Sasha had found that bit of news very interesting as well. If Karl was Oz, then they weren't. They must be White Fang.
Georgie had known since they first kidnapped him that his new found friends were not ordinary. But now he was wondering who they were. Especially John. His buying that copy of Bronze, was it a coincidence or not? He and the others seemed to have intimate knowledge of Oz and Romefeller but on an adversarial level and not as their allies.
He remembered something he had seen on TV. There were five of them, could they be the pilots of those gundams that were always in the news? The reports about them were sketchy at best. Little was known about them except Romefeller and their puppet governments had labeled them terrorists. He weighed the idea over in his mind.
"Don't be stupid, Georgie," he told himself, "these boys might be part of some local resistance group but they certainly couldn't be the pilots of those gundams, those pilots are experienced soldiers. John and his friends are too young."
Still deep in thought, Georgie jumped when a little black pickup truck came to a screeching halt in front of him.
"Come on Georgie, get in," Duo yelled as he leaned over and opened the passenger door.
Georgie walked near the truck but stopped before he got in, "You got a long braid?"
Duo laughed as he grabbed his braid and held it up for Georgie to see, "Is this long enough for you?"
Georgie saw a braid so long, even with the driver holding it up, it still pooled in a coil on the seat.
Georgie climbed into the truck and they drove toward town. "I know a barber that won't charge you by the inch," he joked.
"Bite your tongue, Georgie, nobody touches this braid," Duo acted appalled by the suggestion. //Well, almost nobody// he added mentally.
"Just getting even for the remark about the smaller clamp."
"You recognized my voice?" Duo chuckled.
"Sure did. Wouldn't you remember someone's voice if they threatened your jewels?"
"I guess I would."
"May I ask your name, since you are a friend of John's?."
Duo had been waiting for this.
"Jackie Chan," he said.
He couldn't resist, if Wufei could take the name of a character in an old movie, Duo could name himself after his favorite old actor.
" Chan?," Georgie gave him a sidelong glance, why did he get the sneaky suspicion his leg was being pulled?
"Yeah, Chan," Duo grinned.
Duo pulled off the side of the road to let an ambulance pass.
"Karl's in that ambulance, it looks like they found him still alive," Georgie said with great relief.
"Who is Karl?"
Georgie proceeded to tell Duo about the fate of the microdots, Karl's revelation and how Ernst had left them for dead.
"No Quatre, there is no way, not even if I wanted to," Wufei insisted.
"But Wufei, I know it will work. You've got to trust me."
"YOU don't understand Quatre, I didn't just reject her, I let her make love to me and I shouldn't have. I came very close to making love to her too, then I rejected her AND I was cold as hell about it. I not only wounded her pride as a woman but as a professional soldier. No, she's not letting me anywhere near her so it wouldn't work even if I was willing to try. Which I'm not."
"But I'm telling you Wufei, the look on her face says she still wants you." Quatre understood how Wufei felt but he had to change his mind.
"The look on her face says she wants to kill me." Wufei retorted.
"That's only when you are looking at her. When you're not, she sneaks glances at you. Oh there's anger on her face but also desire. I think she understands why you didn't finish, but she's still hurt over it. You could have you know, then made your escape."
"I can't do that, it would be using her. She may be the enemy but she's also a person." Wufei was adamant.
"You're afraid of the feelings she stirred in you, aren't you?" Quatre's question cut deep into Wufei.
"Of course not," Wufei rebuffed the idea.
"You've never felt that way before, not even with your wife." Quatre knew he was treading on dangerous ground, but he had to make Wufei see the truth.
"My marriage is not open for discussion." Wufei's voice turned cold.
"I don't want to talk about your marriage. I want you to admit how Sasha made you feel, how she awoke the sleeping dragon in you and you don't know how to handle it. You've never experienced pure lust before and it scares the hell out of you. You need to admit that you want her as much as she wants you. If you don't finish this, you'll always wonder what could have been."
"Leave me alone, Quatre. My life is none of your business. End of discussion."
Wufei left Quatre standing in the warehouse as he returned to the office. Quatre's words reverberated in his mind. He didn't want to know that Sasha still desired him. And he couldn't admit that he desired her too, especially to himself. Wouldn't that make him weak?
Quatre shook his head sadly, one of his great hopes was that one day Wufei would learn to love himself.
Karl awoke suddenly. The last thing he remembered was Ernst pointing a gun at him. He looked around, he could tell from the cheesy décor he was in a hospital room. He moved his arm to scratch his nose, and noticed the IV tube dangling from it.
There was no one in the room but him, //Shouldn't they be monitoring me?//. Just then a nurse came into the room.
"Welcome back Mr. Ellis, how are we feeling?" she asked in one of those overly cheerful nurse voices.
" WE feel like I've been shot," Karl replied.
"Yes, well I imagine you do," her tone changed from cheerful to crisp as she fluffed his pillow, filled his cup with ice chips and straightened his covers.
"The doctor will be here in a few minutes," she informed him then left the room.
Karl reached for the telephone on the bedside table, he had to call Major Pulaski. He almost had his hand on the receiver when the doctor entered the room.
"Good afternoon Mr. Ellis. I'm sure you are eager to learn your condition."
"Yes, and how soon can I get out of here?"
"Very soon. First of all, you are lucky. The bullet entered and exited in a straight path, on your side. No organs were damaged only fleshly tissue. Your blood loss was minimal, it looked worse than it was. You should heal quickly.
As a precaution, we are giving you antibiotics to prevent any infection. We need to keep you in here for a couple of days, to make sure you get enough antibiotics and fluids, and to make sure you don't get an infection. Before we release you, we will teach you how to change your bandages and care of your wound. Since your injury is from a gunshot, we were obligated by law to call the police. They are waiting outside to question you. I'll stay while they talk to you, I don't want them to tire you out."
The doctor allowed the police to enter the room.
"Good afternoon Mr. Ellis. I am Detective Sykes and this is Detective Shigeta. Can you please tell us what happened?"
"All I can tell you is that I am with Oz Intelligence and I was shot investigating a matter of national security. I also need to report to my commanding officer."
"There was nothing in your personal effects that even suggested you are with Oz."
"So, your detectives carry their i.d.s with them when they work undercover?" Karl asked derisively.
"Ok Mr. Ellis, we get your point." Shigeta answered. "Who is your commanding officer and where can we contact him, to verify your story?"
"His name is Major Alban Pulaski, he can be reached at Oz Intelligence headquarters. Let me give you the telephone number. . ."
Duo and Georgie walked into the warehouse, their arms loaded down with food. Georgie had asked him if they could stop for something to eat. He had not had anything in his stomach since they had taken him.
Duo knew Wufei had to be starving as well. Besides, his own belly had been noisily reminding him for the last hour that sardines did not make a meal, unless you were a cat.
Duo had decided on chicken. It was fast, filling and no one would complain about it. He had been tempted to get pizza but remembered the groans from the others the last time he had gotten it. He couldn't understand why the others didn't like it as much or as often as he did.
Quatre and Heero cleared off the desk while Duo set the chicken up to serve. They each helped themselves, and dug in. Wufei made a second plate for Sasha. She was uncertain about accepting it but Wufei was insistent she eat.
"Sasha, don't be foolish. You cannot ignore your body's needs because you are in an uncomfortable situation. Please take the plate."
Sasha took the chicken from Wufei and started eating. //He said my name instead of calling me `onna', I wonder why//. She decided it didn't matter why, she loved how her name sounded on his lips. //Stop it, concentrate on getting out of here, stop thinking about him//.
Major Pulaski rushed out the door, babbling something incoherent to his secretary as he passed. He jumped into the jeep and ordered his driver to take off.
"And step on it," he urged.
"Where to, Major?"
"The chopper paddock." Major Pulaski had already ordered a helicopter be standing by for him, he then called Treize.
"My man's cover has been blown, he's been shot and in a hospital. Romefeller has the microdots. I'm on my way to the chopper pad now. What are your instructions?"
"I'm going with you, we'll discuss a plan while in flight." Treize decided. "Lady, if anything else comes up, patch it through to my cell phone."
"Certainly, your Excellency. Don't forget your emergency bag."
Treize's emergency bag contained civilian clothes, some toiletries and a spare gun with a few clips of ammunition. He believed in being prepared.
"You know, Jackie, you still haven't introduced me to the others," Georgie reminded Duo, in between bites.
"I almost forgot," Duo laid his chicken down and wiped his fingers on a napkin.
"The one with the cold stare is Bruce," he said, pointing at Heero. "The one with the hair is Jason, and Jet has the puppy eyes. Like John, their last name is Lee."
The three pilots glared at Duo. Quatre especially did not like the `puppy eyes' remark. And where did he get those names from?
Wufei would have laughed if he had been in a better mood, he knew those names. A love for old martial arts movies was about the only interest he and Duo shared, besides a certain manga title.
"Those are not your real names, are they?" Georgie asked.
"Of course not, but they'll have to do for now," Duo replied.
"That's ok, I don't use my real name either," Georgie countered.
Ernst stood before Duke Dermeil in the Counsel room. They were the only ones there. Ernst had filed his report, which the Duke was now reading. The package containing the microdots was sitting on the conference table in front of him.
"Good work Keller. But I must dispute your portrayal of Miss Cooper in your report. I've known her since her birth and this does not sound like her at all." Duke Dermeil said as he tapped on the page in question.
"It is the truth sir, I'm sorry to say."
"And you left her with this man so you could retrieve the microdots?"
"She can take care of herself, sir."
"Not if she's pulled a stunt like this. If anything happens to her, I'm holding you responsible. Now about Karl . . ."
"I know sir, I was as shocked as you. He never hinted his loyalties lay with anything except Romefeller. I had to shoot him sir, he was going to shoot me and take the microdots."
"I wonder how much Oz knows. Tell me, would he have had a chance to contact them before you left the warehouse?"
"I was taking Georgie to the car when he called in the report sir, he could have called them as well."
"We must assume then that Oz knows everything. I don't know what good it will do them. We have the microdots and they have no way to stop us."
Duke Dermeil opened the package and pulled out four small plastic bags, each bag contained a set of `dots. They were labeled L2, L3, L4 and L5. L1 was missing.
"Mr. Keller, there are only four sets here. Where is the fifth?"
"There are only four? That's what Georgie gave me, I watched him take the package out of his post office box. It has not been tampered with. That must have been why he was stalling, he was waiting for the fifth set . . ." Wufei's image filled Ernst's mind, "or someone else has them, and I think I know who."
"Go get them." The Duke ordered.
"Heero, did you leave enough food and water out for Junior when you left?" Duo asked.
Heero's eyes grew wide, he had meant to but forgot. Either he drove to the farm and fed the parrot or he was going to have one really pissed off Duo on his hands if there was a dead parrot to greet them when they got home.
"I can tell from your silence that I am not going to like your answer, koi." Duo again gave Heero a raised eyebrow and crossed his arms. This time he added a tapping foot.
Heero pulled Duo's arms apart and drew him close, kissing him lightly on his lips.
"I'm sorry I forgot to feed Junior, I'll go now."
"I'm coming with you. We could use a shower and a change of clothes. We could use some rest as well." Duo said, nibbling Heero's earlobe.
"I think all of us could." Heero responded, trying not to moan. " Besides, I think it's time we clear out of here."
"Who gets custody of Georgie?"
"Wufei, I think. He doesn't seem to be comfortable around Sasha. That way he won't have to be alone with her."
"Quatre thinks something happened between them."
"What?"
Duo furrowed his eyebrows this time, "Don't tell me I have to spell it out for you."
"Ohhh," Heero reacted, feeling a little sheepish for not getting it, "I must be tired, that went right over my head."
"I'm driving then so you can sleep." Duo looked into Heero's eyes, a little redness showed in the whites, Heero was exhausted.
"What about you? You've been up as long as I have."
"Trowa and I took turns taking a nap at Georgie's place. I'm fine, for now."
"Let's go tell the others."
"Not yet," Duo said, wrapping his arms around Heero's neck, "this is the first time we've been alone for a couple of days, kiss me, quick."
"Happy to," Heero said as their lips met and their tongues danced to a song only they could hear.
"I think we could each use a shower and some rest," Heero told the others, "do you agree?"
"I do," said Quatre as he stifled a yawn.
Trowa and Wufei nodded in agreement.
"Would you two like to come with us?" Heero asked Quatre and Trowa, "you live farther away than we do and we have a spare room."
"That sounds good, but we could use a change of clothes." Trowa pointed out.
"I think we can come up with something, we do have other clothes besides priest's shirts, green tank tops and spandex shorts, you know." Duo smirked.
Wufei pulled Heero aside, "What are you planning on doing with HER?" he asked, obviously referring to Sasha.
"She's going home with you, John." Heero said, waiting to see Wufei's reaction.
"He . . . Bruce, you have no idea how bad an idea that is." Wufei's voice was . . .shaky?
"She's `just an onna', what's the matter, can't you handle her?" Heero wondered if he could goad Wufei to tell him what had happened between them.
"Don't tease me about this, I'm sure Quatre's told you." Wufei growled at Heero.
"Quatre hasn't said anything to me, is there something to tell?" Heero was almost enjoying this.
"That is none of your business. Suffice it to say, I simply don't think it's proper."
"Would you take her with you if I told you Georgie's coming too?" Heero knew he wasn't going to get Wufei to admit anything, so he let him off the hook.
"I only have a one bedroom apartment, and one bathroom." Wufei reminded Heero.
"That should work, one of you has to watch Sasha while the other sleeps anyway."
"There is no other way around it, is there?" Wufei was giving in.
"Not unless you want to let her go." Heero replied.
"You know we can't do that. Ok, she comes with me." Wufei agreed.
"Good. You can take the truck. We need Quatre's car, since there are four of us."
"Very well," Wufei said, although it wasn't.
Duo had taken Sasha to her room to gather some clothes.
"What are you going to do to me?" She asked, the worry in her voice was evident.
"Nothing if you keep behaving yourself." Duo said.
"May I ask you something?"
"What is your question? I can't promise an answer, though."
"What's with John? He seems to run hot and cold."
"I'm sorry but I don't know how to answer that. I can tell you he has a very strong sense of right and wrong, and you are wrong."
"Wrong? About what?"
"Being a part of Romefeller."
"Have you thought that maybe YOU are wrong for being on whatever side it is you ARE on?"
"We're not trying to conquer the world and squash the colonies under the thumb of tyranny."
"Who says Romefeller is?"
"Have you even bothered to think past the propaganda they brainwash you with?"
"What about the rhetoric you've been fed?"
"Never mind, I can see you are a true believer, not even facts could change your mind. Come on, it's time to go." Duo didn't think he'd get very far with this argument, but at least he tried.
The four pilots left in Quatre's car, heading for the farmhouse. Georgie assisted Sasha into Duo's truck. She was to sit in the middle, so she couldn't try to escape. Georgie slid in next to her on the passenger side.
Wufei climbed in and closed the door, his leg brushed against Sasha's.
//Damned stick shift//. Sasha's legs were straddling it, there wasn't much foot room for three people in a compact truck.
"Move your leg to the other side," Wufei said gruffly. "I can't shift with you sitting like that."
Was she doing this to aggravate him or was she trying to seduce him again? Maybe he SHOULD let her go, he didn't know if he could take being around her anymore. It was getting harder to keep his self- control.
Georgie had to look out the window so John would not see him smile which was going to turn in to a laugh if he wasn't careful. Those two were a pair, if they'd only see it for themselves.
Sasha moved her leg over to Georgie's side of the truck. She hadn't done that on purpose, not really.
{Of course you didn't} her emotional side said.
//In a pig's eye// her practical side sneered.
[Shut up both of you!] now where did THAT voice come from?
Wufei started the truck and headed for his apartment.
"Don't pull in, follow that truck. I recognize the driver," the car's passenger said.
"How far back should I keep?" the driver asked.
"Far enough not to be noticed, but not too far that we lose them in traffic."
"You said you recognized the driver?"
"Yes, that is Chang Wufei, pilot of the 05 gundam," Treize Khushrenada answered, "Mr. Chang, what do you have to do with this?"
" I think the plot has just thickened."
TBC
End of Act 5
You didn't really think I was going to kill Georgie off, now did you?
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