25-Feb-2001
Duo Maxwell is Agent 007
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The Plot Makes No Sense
A Gundam Wing / Bond crossover (and general waste of time ^_^)
by: jon (siberiant@hotmail.com)
Disclaimers: Neither Gundam Wing or the Bond universe belong to me, but that doesn't stop me from borrowing them!
Warnings: Language at the least, g-boys having a lot of sex at the most. *g*
Pairings: 2+1, 3+4, 13+5, 6+9
Archive: GWA
C&C: More than welcome!
*blahblah* : Emphasized words
"A martini - shaken, not stirred."
The bartender nodded and busied himself with the preparation of yet another customer's drink. But this customer was different from anyone he had ever seen before. He had watched him since he entered the bar, moving with a cat-like grace he had never seen before. The man was, simply put, beautiful. And to top it all off? Incredible violet eyes and long chesnut hair, meticulously braided, dressed to the nines in a suit that probably cost a small fortune.
This was his contact.
"Are you waiting for someone?" the bartender queried. "A close friend perhaps?" That was the code phrase. If this was indeed his contact, not that he had any doubt that it was, he had to respond with the proper phrase to receive the information.
"Perhaps. But then again, I may be waiting for a perfect stranger. You, perhaps," the violet-eyed man replied, never taking his eyes off the bartender's face. He himself was unusually beautiful, unruly but perfect hair, deep cobalt eyes, thin yet muscular in all the right places. His new traveling companion - but neither man knew it yet.
The bartender finished making the martini, setting it on an unusually thick coaster. "Will there be anything else, sir?"
Both smiled, as the violet-eyed man nonchalantly slid the coaster into his jacket pocket, sipping his drink all the while.
"I don't think so - how much do I owe you?"
The bartender shook his head, "I'll put it on Her Majesty's tab, eh?"
They shared another smile as the man stood up and nodded his head, walking towards the private phone booths. Once inside and with the door closed, he retrieved the coaster, removing the carefully hidden seal. A few credit cards, passport, IDs, cash, mini CD, and note were concealed inside. He unfolded the note and quickly read its contents. Smiling, he folded the note and carefully placed everything in his inside breast pocket and walked back to the bar.
"Decide you wanted something else?"
"Just your name. And your company," the man winked. "My name is Maxwell. Duo Maxwell. And by order of Her Majesty Queen Relena, you are to accompany me on my mission. When your shift is over pack your things and go to the Marquis Hotel on 3rd. 18th floor, suite 12. Knock three times and then enter."
The bartender smiled and nodded. "The name's Heero Yuy. Pleased to meet you Mr. Maxwell. My shift is over at midnight, I should be at your doorstep at about twelve-thirty."
Duo nodded, smiled again, turned and headed for the exit. "See you then," he replied as he walked off.
In a far corner of the bar, a Chinese man with jet black hair and eyes to match stood and walked towards the exit. He smiled, revealing metal covered teeth...
~Owari~
(:./siberiant/plot)
