Disclaimers: I don't own GW. I'm poor. Go bug someone with money. This fic has yaoi, NCS, maybe lemonish., dark stuff, and something that may offend. If you can't deal, don't read.
On the other end of the listening device sat a slender blond man. His blue eyes burned with suppressed rage. What kind of people did that to another human being? A soft knock at his office door cause the anger to disappear and a gentle expression to take over.
"Yes, Rashid?"
A huge, bearded man entered.
"I have the data you asked for." Rashid handed his leader a disk.
"Did Teva have any problems hacking their files?"
"No, Master Quatre. They will never know anyone accessed this material."
"Very good. I would like some time to read this. Thank you." It was a dismissal, yet the tall Arab stood firm.
"Sir, I think we should take them into custody. They have already killed fifteen people. There is no way to predict who the next target is."
"No!" The bigger man flinched at the harshness of Quatre's tone. "I will not risk them without knowing all the facts. You have heard the conversation. I know you have the bug feeding into your office." Rashid hung his head. "I am not stupid or foolish, my friend. My decision will come no later than tonight. Please give me that time."
"Of course, Master Quatre." Bowing Rashid left the office. He had sworn to follow and protect Quatre with his life, but sometimes he forgot just how capable the young man was. The Winner heir had grown only a foot, which made him taller than Duo, the shortest pilot, but only by a few inches. Golden blond hair framed an angelic face fooling many into thinking the former pilot was weak. Quatre still looked a great deal like his mother; it was so easy to forget the brilliant mind behind the pretty appearance.
Opening the disk, Quatre methodically poured through the information. The original plan was to capture Zechs and Trowa while the pair were on a mission. To guarantee it would those two, the men had set up a drug operation in Sank. The operation kept tight security. Since Trowa was an expert at infiltration, the Preventers were sure to send him. Zechs would go due to the lab's location.
From there, the ones in charge set a date where new employees entered the secured building. Trowa would go in on that day, send information to Zechs, and open the sight for Preventer troops. A good plan. Heero hacked the files, leaving a fake identity for the banged man. A very well thought out trap.
Several prostitutes had been altered to look like Quatre and Wufei. The drugs designed to alter the captives' perceptions were geared towards Trowa and Zechs' body chemistry. Someone managed to get copies of the Preventer medical files. Once the men were caught, the drug lab would be collapsed and made to look like the mission went bad. The undercover agents could turn up when the "Program" was complete with stories about being injured and hunted, unable to contact any form of back up. No one would question their stories.
The whole thing was amazingly well planned and would have worked, except fate stepped in. Trowa was shot while on a simple job. He was delivering a court summons to witness. The woman, being paranoid, fired first and asked questions later. The wound was to his leg, limiting his mobility and speed dramatically. So no drug mission.
Zechs had been assigned to guard a rather abrasive politician while he toured L2. The fool deliberately made a comment to the effect that L2 was the world's garbage dump. In the resulting riot, Zechs earned a broken arm and concussion. Of course, the politician didn't even get scratched. So no Zechs for the mission.
With all the other Specials on long-term missions, Treize chose to go and have Heero as back-up. Seeing this was the only chance they would get, the conspiracy leaders captured the pair, determined to make the "Program" work on them.
Problems surfaced immediately. For one thing, a new prostitute had to be found and altered. Quickly. Another was the drugs themselves. The body chemistry of Treize and Heero was in no way a match for the intended victims. It caused unexpected side-effects while still keeping the men from thinking clearly.
The blond Arab's stomach turned as he read documents detailing how each man had been drugged and tortured in order to discover who they harbored feelings for. The strongest protective feeling was elicited by images of Duo being hurt. The "Professor" as he called himself, used the second day to thoroughly examine that feeling. Quatre felt white-hot fury at what the man had done.
His Space Heart let him know long ago how each pilot felt and he'd used it to be sure of Zechs and Treize's intention. Treize never loved any man beyond brotherhood and friendship. Heero's emotions needed to awaken further before something as strong as love could take root. However, few could be around Duo for long without developing a strong attachment to the young man; he glowed with life, warming all who took the time to know him. Duo had deep feelings for Heero already and a strong admiration and respect for Treize.
This bastard used what the two men felt; twisted it into an obsession with the longhair Special. The more Quatre read, the worse the situation appeared. Each man needed Duo. Almost like an addict. Through torture, drugs, and the illusion of Duo's own violations, a great need grew. Treize and Heero had to protect their lover. They must know he was safe or the monster planted in them by the "Professor" came out, killing anyone that might threaten the American.
Everything was further complicated by the fact that Treize and Heero were fully conscious of what they did. Neither saw murder as wrong if it kept Duo out of harm's way. Indeed, no act was too terrible if it guaranteed the violet-eyed beauty's safety. To further protect their obsession, the men never talked about the time they spent missing. Poor Duo had no idea what had been done. No idea why the pair came to him that night and made such desperate love to him. Allah. The last report drove his spirits even lower.
Due to the amount of chemicals required to bring the men under control, their brains' chemistry was severely altered. The changes made were permanent. Quatre shuddered to think what the leaders of the Preventers would do if they ever discovered the deadly weapon under their noses. Two men who could function normally everyday, but became unstoppable killers when a single person was threatened. Duo could very well spend the rest of his life imprisoned in a Preventer Safehouse!
The only bright spot, if one could call it that, was knowing Duo was the safest he'd ever been. Not much, true, but at this point, Quatre was grabbing at any straw. Obviously, something had to be done. Yet was there an option that allowed Duo to never discover the lie he was living? In the time the three men had been together, his loudmouthed friend had fallen completely in love with the killers.
Sighing, Quatre finished reading and began watching the video clips stored on the disk. On was marked "Two Weeks." This was when they had begun testing those protective instincts. Double clicking, the young man steeled himself for whatever he saw.
"In the second week we have found the proper balance of drugs to put the subjects in the proper state of mind. The physical relationship with 'Duo' has already begun. Neither subject noticed the differences." A voice over proclaimed as the camera focused on Treize.
The proud man knelt on the floor, hands manacled above his head like something out of a medieval dungeon. His chest was bared, red welts from a whip covering every inch and continuing up his arms. Hazy, unfocused blue eyes looked up as the door to his cell opened. Three men walked in, pulling what at first looked like a naked, terrified, bound Duo.
Quatre paused the video and took a good, long look at "Duo." His hair was short, but then the reports said both prisoners were told that was a part of their lover's torture. The build was right, but the eyes were too dark and his face was a shade too round. Small things really. Not something a person under physical and emotional distress would see. The drugs also helped keep them hidden. He restarted the video.
"No," Treize moaned. "Not him. Let me. Take me."
"He's more fun," one of the men sneered and forced "Duo" to his knees.
"Tell us the codes to invade the Preventer database," The Professor's voice entered the cell.
"I can't," the nobleman sobbed. "I'm sorry Duo. I don't want this."
"It's alright, Treize," the fake pilot comforted. "Don't tell these fucks anything."
"We'll see how long you keep your spirit," the first man laughed. The other two held "Duo" down as the first thrust into the unprepared young man. "Duo" screamed, struggling, cussing. What looked like blood trickled down his legs.
Quatre could see the "rapist" was holding a small jar of the red liquid and causing the flow. Treize couldn't see it however. He was yelling for the men to stop. The longer "Duo" was "tortured," the worse the man's struggles became. Finally, Treize was all but foaming at the mouth.
The men laughed and left their supposed victim sobbing on the ground. The Specials Leader continued cursing and fighting until "Duo" crawled to him.
"It's not your fault." The fake soothed. "It's OK. I'd rather they hurt me anyway."
Quatre fought nausea. So this was how they applied the "Program." Guilt, anger, pain, drugs. Not even people as strong as Heero and Treize could fight so much. For the rest of the day, the Arab watched video after video. Dread settled in his stomach. The "Program" was a complete success. By the time the agents were released, nothing remained of their once independent souls. A desperate hunger would always eat at them; a desire so ingrained, they could never escape. And only Duo could sate it.
The last video was just the Professor expressing doubts about their ability to control their newest weapon. Should anything go wrong, the world could find itself facing two deranged, highly trained, unstable, and vicious assassins. He also expressed a fear about further degradation of the men's body chemistry as time passed. Though the trigger would keep them somewhat stable, there were no promises beyond that.
Triggering the intercom, Quatre made his decision. "Rashid, please get Walker on the line. And see if Alex and Mueller are available for a job."
Walker was a follower of Zechs who narrowly escaped death at his now employer's hands early in the war. The young man helped form a network of spies and informants. It had been his hard work that placed the listening devices around the Professor and company.
Alex and Mueller barely escaped from a battle with Zechs with their lives. They did gain an immense respect for the man and when peace was proclaimed, each found their way to him. Zechs in turn sent the men to Quatre, as he was head of Preventer intelligence. Now they legally caused mayhem and destruction. The other things they did, only the blond Arab could order and no one spoke of the missions. Ever.
Quatre wished he'd never felt the possessiveness of Treize and Heero. Never wanted to find out where they'd been. Never sent Walker to investigate. Most of all, he wished the whole thing hadn't come down to this.
"Walker on line three," Rashid told him after a few minutes.
Picking up the phone, Quatre began to give the hardest orders ever. "Walker, I need you to put together a team for an emergency rescue. Alex and Mueller are a must. We will face two enemies total. However, they are professionals. A single mistake will mean death for all of us."
"Understood, Sir," The young man seldom questioned orders. "You are coming?"
"Yes. It's personal. A Complete mission entails bringing the target in without killing the enemies."
"Prospects for total success."
"Nonexistent."
End Part 2
SO? Clear anything up? The next part may be lemon....not sure....my knee is healing and I am very tired...not sleeping much. Tell me what you think!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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