Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Above You ❯ Chapter 3

Three

"Geeze, you're still here?" Trowa muttered blankly to Matt as he sat up and saw the guy looking back at him.

"Good morning to you, too, sunshine," Matt retorted, running a hand through his hair. He rolled over Heero, which got him a grunt, then stood and stretched, looking the room over briefly. "I really need to go home."

"I thought so a day ago," Trowa muttered, laying back down and rolling back over.

"Don't mind him," Duo suggested. "He's not a morning person."

Matt made a considerate noise, then moved fairly quietly across the room and disappeared from the curtain.

Heero had picked him up on Thursday, and Friday had passed with them all running around packing and getting their stuff in actual order. The pair did disappear a time or two, but no one had investigated that, or seemed to care that the kid was sleeping in Heero's bed again. They knew Heero wasn't crass enough to pull shit in their very large mutual bedroom, so his presence had passed unchallenged. It was early Saturday morning, and their flight was leaving at one in the afternoon...and Trowa really wasn't a morning person.

Duo sighed and rolled out of his bed, standing straight and looking to his four friends—they were all watching him. He waited for the bathroom door shut before sighing. "I need to cut my hair."

They all rather woke up at that, blinking at him.

"It's more of a hazard than it's worth," he noted, running his fingers through it. "It gets caked with dust and grime and I have to unbraid it over the tub..."

"I'll hack it off for you," Heero noted helpfully.

Duo grinned, appreciating that. "You're a real peach," he noted sarcastically, then looked around to Wufei.

"You should get it done professionally after he cuts it," Wufei noted. "The guy I get to do mine, huh?"

Duo nodded. He'd had the previous day to come to the same conclusion, he just wasn't sure if he wanted to keep the cut bit or donate it to a wig place. He knew Quatre would cover those options for him at some point, and Trowa would later add some sort of encouraging words—when he needed them, usually.

"Wanna just do it?" Heero asked curiously, sitting up and blinking at him. He rubbed his eyes, considering where he'd left the good scissors.

"I think so," Duo muttered, considering it. "But maybe after I pick up my stuff. I need to tell Victor...make sure he doesn't give Reiver my description with it."

"All right," Heero muttered, shifting back to sit across his bed and look them all over. "Is he annoying you?"

"I think he's funny," Wufei noted. "Brazen little shit."

Duo nodded his consent, moving toward the closet.

"He likes me," Quatre noted. "That's always a start."

They all fell silent, waiting for Trowa. They all knew the question had really been directed at him, but since Heero hadn't specified, they didn't mind adding in their two cents worth.

Trowa sighed. "I'm just tired...he's fine."

Heero nodded his appreciation of that as they all heard the toilet flush and the water run.

"I'm showering to head over to the office," Duo muttered tiredly. "We can figure everything else out after that."

"Right," Heero muttered, looking across the room...to the curtain as it opened.

Matt moved into the area hesitantly, looking around at all of them in mild concern.

"I'm showering," Duo noted.

"I've gotta go home," the guy agreed, looking around to Heero. "I'm leaving tomorrow."

"Where are you going anyway?" Heero asked curiously. They'd gathered the guy was taking his first trip out to the colonies to visit family, just not where that happened to be.

"The L-5 cluster," he returned easily.

Wufei froze.

Duo hesitated in the door, turning to look at the Chinese man briefly.

"I have an uncle there," he added, his face creasing with a frown. "It's...um, you know about A0206, right?"

Who didn't? Duo wondered idly, though he could feel the breathless quality of Wufei.

They were all staring at the kid in blank amazement.

"Well...my family was from there at one point," he shifted slightly. "It...it..."

"W...we know about it," Quatre half stuttered over the first word, trying not to glance at Wufei and nodding encouragingly.

Yeah...we knew more about it than he could probably imagine...

"We'd moved away before," he added, biting his lip. "But my dad's brother had moved back...um...his birthday would have been later this month."

"Oh," Wufei half breathed. "I see..."

"I need to go get packed," he added, still hesitant.

"All right," Heero muttered, hopping up quickly as he probably realized it'd be polite to walk him out—cop a feel or something for good measure.

Duo grinned slightly to himself and moved from the bedroom.

For some reason, he always got the feeling that "fate" hated him...and maybe them, seeing as it was Wufei and Heero who found the kid.

Ah well...maybe he wouldn't disappear on Heero as soon as he realized who they were. Shit, maybe he wouldn't blame Wufei for the death of his uncle.

...and hell, maybe the sky would be green as they took off into it...the great green yonder.

He shook his head, and headed into the bathroom.

- -

The door slammed.

Wufei turned to look at Duo in confusion as Quatre stopped on his way out of the laundry room, which was off the back of the kitchen. They both blinked at Duo as he stormed wordlessly by them and into the bedroom. He normally stopped to take his shoes off, and in light of their departure time being two hours away...that didn't exactly bode well.

"Hey, Duo," Heero greeted from where he was in the bedroom.

"Where's Trowa?" was Duo's terse response...followed by the sound of him landing on top of the closet.

Quatre blinked.

"I'm up here," Trowa returned from where he was in the gym. "What's up?"

"Just counting heads," Duo returned as his motion settled down...stilled.

"Uh..." Heero muttered. "Before you get into that...what's up?"

"Can't cut my hair, Victor's a dumbass."

"Oh."

"Shut-up," Duo retorted.

"Don't be a dick," Heero returned.

There was a noise that sounded like Duo'd started to speak and bit his tongue...and the apartment fell silent.

"I'm gonna toss this on your bed," Quatre muttered to Wufei, indicating the basket of laundry he was carrying. Heero moved from the back room with an exasperated expression as Wufei nodded.

Duo just needed to calm himself down about whatever annoyance had come up...and then he'd tell them what was up.

No use pressing it before then.

Wufei went back to the vegetables he was stir-frying. They had to be to the port a half hour early, which meant they were going to eat, make a last run of their packing, then out.

Heero, who had his phone in hand, finished typing on it and gestured with his head back toward the bedroom. The screens he and Wufei built were tall enough that Duo couldn't see them from the top of it without standing up, but he'd probably feel the question through the air.

Trowa went back into his workout.

Wufei shook his head slightly. Heero rolled his eyes in return, sitting on a stool...and Wufei shrugged at that. No, he didn't get why Duo was as pissy as he was, and Heero was taking it far too much to heart. He'd been the one to prompt the American into talking when he was getting on top of the closet. The only reason to be on top of the closet was to meditate. He'd asked to be snapped at.

Heero gave him a look, probably reading the sentiment from his eyes.

Wufei grinned in response. "Food."

"Oh, good," Quatre muttered, moving from the bedroom. "You hear him, Tro?"

"Yeah, let me hop in the shower," Trowa returned. The machine he was using clanked, and then he started down the steps.

"You eating, War?" Heero called over his shoulder.

That got no response.

"Was it because he's mediating or because I called him War?" Heero asked Wufei curiously.

"Leave him alone," Wufei chided, starting to serve up the food. "Give him time to calm back down."

"If he wants me to hack his hair off..." Heero started.

"Didn't you hear him?" Wufei demanded. "He said he can't cut it off because Victor's an idiot."

"He sent Reiver a picture of me," Duo snapped.

Wufei grinned slightly. "Oh?"

"Yes!" Duo spat back, hopping to his feet and walking to the edge of the cupboard so he could look down at them. "Made sure the braid was obvious! I've been telling him I want to cut it."

"You say that sometimes," Quatre semi-soothed. "You haven't done it yet."

That got him a level look.

"Oh calm down and come eat," Trowa muttered. "We can cut it off before you go back to work. Vic meant well, you know he did."

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to work myself up to cutting it?" Duo demanded in return. "It took me the last month."

They exchanged wary looks.

Duo sighed and turned away, pacing off down the mats.

"You gonna come get food?" Wufei asked curiously.

"Yeah, give me a minute," Duo returned resignedly. It only took a moment before they heard him landing, but the sound of Heero's phone vibrating across the countertop made them all jump...and caused Wufei to reach for his firearm.

That was an awesome reaction...

Heero picked the phone up, his contact with it making the vibration stop, then read whatever it said and grinned. He hit a few buttons...then his thumb flew across the keys before he set the phone back down...and realized they were all watching him.

"What?"

"I really want to ask you who that is," Trowa returned, studying the man. "But I really think I don't need to."

"What?" Heero protested, good humor replacing the confusion. "He was talking about me running by his place on our way to the port...but since we're all taking the same car..."

Wufei snorted, passing Duo a bowl as he joined the group.

"So your handjob on the way out wasn't enough?" Trowa demanded dryly.

Quatre sputtered and coughed, his cheeks flaring their red color.

"With...a big open room...you jacked your boy off?" Duo asked Heero almost blankly.

"No I didn't!" Heero protested, grinning between Duo and Trowa. "Tell'em, Fei...I didn't do it."

"What were doing then?" Wufei returned dryly. "He was breathing pretty hard there."

"It was just a kiss!" Heero protested, rising happily to the bait. "I wouldn't do anything in the same room as you dumbasses!"

"Breath, Quatre..." Trowa muttered, focusing on the flaming blond. "Come on...calm down...you need help?"

"I'm fine..." Quatre croaked, though he'd bent forward to hide his face and still seemed a bit wheezy.

"Oh...uh...sorry, Q," Heero muttered, blinking down at him. "I didn't mean to..."

"Go take your shower, Trowa," Quatre coughed. "We need to get ready to leave."

Trowa considered him skeptically a moment, then nodded and turned into the bathroom.

"I'm gonna go sit at the...on the couch," Quatre added, pulling away from the breakfast bar. "Watch some tv..."

Duo sniggered slightly as Heero grinned after him.

"You're an ass," Wufei informed Duo happily.

"I'm not the one palming another guy in the main room of the apartment," Duo retorted, settling into his seat.

"Was he really that loud?" Heero muttered quietly to Wufei. "I thought the shower covered it."

Duo choked...though it wasn't nearly as incapacitating as Quatre's had been.

Wufei gave Heero a very level look...and focused on his food.

- -

Trowa wanted to tell Heero to shut up, but he had the definite impression that wouldn't be appreciated. The others were bearing with his ramblings in good humor, even Quatre, so he knew it had to just be him. He hadn't really been ready to wake up, and on a commercial flight with no particular guard set, he hadn't been able to more than catnap on the trip. That left him open to hearing pretty much all of Heero's sentiments concerning the little half-Asian boy.

Actually, Trowa was pretty sure that Quatre had fallen asleep, considering the more detailed route the mutterings had taken an hour or two after take off.

"But Tro's gonna get annoyed with my muttering, so I'm going to stop," Heero summed up.

Trowa snapped his head around to look at Heero in confusion.

Heero grinned back at him. "Tell me I'm wrong."

"I didn't sleep," Trowa noted. "I drowsed a bit...I was keeping myself from telling you to shut up."

Heero sniggered.

"Really?" Wufei sounded perturbed. "I fell asleep...so did Quatre. I thought the going thought process was Heero and Duo at point."

They blinked at each other.

"Let's just get our car and get out of here," Duo suggested, yawning as he shifted his carry-on from one shoulder to the other. "We still have to get through customs before we can get to the hotel."

"What are we doing for dinner?" Heero muttered with a yawn.

"I don't want to cook," Wufei noted.

"Good," Quatre muttered, sounding mildly amused. "Asian is good and all..."

"Especially with a body like that," Duo noted.

Heero snickered.

"But I'd like some American," Quatre half-spat back.

Duo turned and made a 'come-get-me' gesture.

Quatre's cheeks flared, though he did laugh at that.

Trowa sighed slightly. "We can find a restaurant after we check in, right?"

They all looked at him, frowning slightly.

"What?"

"What's the matter?" Wufei returned. "You've been tetchy the last few days."

Trowa gave him a level look.

"If something's the matter," Heero noted, "you can talk with me about it...I can't say I'll understand, but it'll help you organize your thoughts to talk to him or him..." he pointed at Duo and Quatre.

Trowa blinked at him.

"We're all friends, right?" Duo agreed. "If something's the matter..."

"I just don't appreciate some little boy coming into our house," Trowa retorted. "I don't like having to call you by those other names...and I really don't appreciate you doing things in the house," he looked pointedly at Heero.

Heero stopped walking, obviously considering the meanings behind the comment. He decided that amusement was okay after a moment and grinned at Trowa.

"The laundry room smelled like the two of you," Trowa added irritably, turning away.

"Whose game to help get him laid?" Duo asked Wufei dryly.

Wufei grinned back. He didn't see why the question'd had to be asked.

Trowa turned on them, glaring.

"No one agreed," Heero soothed quickly, moving in to the other's side. "Calm down...you can take the single room, huh? Get away from us for a while."

...that was an appealing idea, and Trowa didn't want to admit that.

"What if I want to get away from you for a while?" Quatre muttered dryly. His cheeks were a shade of pink that suggested he'd controlled a blush.

"Okay...I'll take the single," Heero said happily. "You and Tro can have that room and the rest of us can be forbidden to enter—call it a club-house."

Quatre snorted at that, rolling his eyes.

Trowa grinned briefly at the blond, appreciating the stupid comment in spite of his decision to be irritable.

They were, after all, his friends. There was no point in being bitchy when they were trying to amuse him. If he kept it up too long, they'd have him rolling laughing before the sun set—and that didn't help the pride.

Well...it'd help their pride, thinking of it as a pride of lions...but it wouldn't help his personal pride...

Trowa shook his head slightly, and followed Duo toward the baggage collection. They were now officially on vacation. What was the point of being grumpy?

- -

"Hey!" Wufei protested.

Heero jumped, turning to look at the Chinese man as Duo started snickering wickedly. A moment later, he'd focused on the door—and a piece of paper taped to it.

Real boys only.

"We're men, Wufei," Heero reminded the guy pointedly.

It made Trowa start laughing on the other side of the door.

"What?" Quatre asked blankly.

"Who's shacking up?" Duo muttered, grinning as he looked between them. "I'll take the single or share, I don't care."

"That's a problem," Heero noted, looking to Wufei.

"Yeah," Wufei agreed, then shrugged. "I'll take the single here...one of you can have the single in L-2, huh?"

"Wait," Duo blinked as he thought. "I have to get up early Monday. You won't want to be waking up at six, huh?"

"Good point," Heero agreed. "So you take it here and Wufei can have the next one?"

Wufei shrugged. He didn't particularly care. Until he found someone to stay the night with him—of the female variety—he was perfectly game to share a room.

"Good," Duo muttered, realizing the plans had been set and sighing as he organized the keys in his hand and passed a little envelope over to Wufei. "So," he raised his voice slightly, "we can meet in the hall in five to go find food."

"All right," Trowa returned, though he wasn't by the door anymore.

Wufei nodded, separating one of the keys from the thing and sliding it through the lock.

The room wasn't huge, but it was decently sized. There was plenty of room for the two occupants.

"I hadn't realized Trowa was against having Matty around," Heero muttered as he moved to set his stuff on the bed by the door. "You're not going to let me set up hall sensors, are you?"

"Not here," Wufei retorted, giving him a look. "If we get a room at the end of a hall, it'll be fine, but people might walk through just to walk through."

"I hate not having security set up," Heero protested, giving him a look.

"So set it up over the door and window if you really need it," Wufei retorted.

"I'll wake up if someone comes in," that was an offensive suggestion.

Wufei gave Heero a very level look.

"I just want to know..."

"You'll hook it up to your phone and the phone will buzz every time someone triggers it—even if it is only Maxwell or Winner..."

"No! You'll all give me your phones and let me put the trig in it...so it won't react when you have it."

"You're going to whine about this until I give in, aren't you?" Wufei demanded dryly.

"In case you hadn't noticed, we're not in a secure location," Heero snapped.

Wufei huffed at him, then gave over, rolling his eyes. "Get the others to consent and I'll hush."

"Fine," Heero muttered, his hackles settling, though they were still stiff. His phone was out in a moment and he started typing.

"You are not bitching to your little girlfriend about that, are you?" Wufei snapped. The entire flight over, Heero'd been exchanging text messages with the kid. "How are you that enthralled by him?"

That brought the wicked grin to the fore as he considered if Wufei actually wanted the answer...that and the fact that there was no one around to be embarrassed or flustered. "He shoved me on the bed and completely took control...every time I tried something he blocked it...you can't tell me you don't get that way when one of your little bitches takes over."

Wufei laughed, appreciating that.

"Open up," Duo ordered from the hall, pounding on the door.

Heero turned and reached the door in two strides, flinging it open.

"Put the damn program on mine," the American added, passing his phone over. "I'm changing, then I'll be ready to go."

"All right," Heero muttered, looking happy.

"I want my phone to have the alarm on it, too," Duo noted pointedly, meeting his eyes.

"There'd be no point in only yours having it," Trowa agreed, moving from his room with his and Quatre's phones. He passed those over.

"It'll take a moment to set the program up," Heero noted, looking to Trowa's room. "We'll just leave this open..."

"You should set up the sensors," Trowa noted to Wufei. "I know you know how."

Wufei returned an extremely level look before nodding his consent. He thought the motion sensors were pointless in the middle of a hotel. They'd end up causing more harm than help...but he did understand the want of even the most basic of precautions.

"Ha," Heero muttered triumphantly, turning and starting to pull his laptop out.

"Ha my ass," Wufei retorted. Trowa and Duo had disappeared though. "You want the damn things at the edge of the rooms?"

"Uh...no, Wufei, I want them across the doors," Heero retorted.

"I suggested that in the first place," Wufei returned, meeting his eyes.

Heero sniggered and tossed the sensors to him.

Wufei sighed, tossing his phone to Heero, then stepped out of the room and looked the hall over. He assumed the edge of their room was good for one, but he'd have to duck into the other rooms to see how far they went.

Honestly, the sensors were pointless...there was already a woman watching him with interest as she moved toward him.

"Evening," he greeted her, running his hand over the carpet like he was looking for something.

"You lose something?" she asked curiously, hesitating near him.

"Screw for my glasses," he agreed, making a face. "It can't be far..."

"Oh...I hate that," she noted, returning the look, then hopped quickly past him and moved on.

Hostile or bystander?

Wufei ran her actions through his mind a few times as he watched her walk away, then rolled his eye.

Bystander.

He was in a hotel in the middle of L-1 with no information of underground activities or possible threats. He wasn't setting up a perimeter because of actual danger, it was assumed danger.

He hated it when Heero got him to do those details, it always plucked his paranoia.

He moved across the hall, eyeing the wall to find the right spot. If they weren't directly across from each other, a piece of dust could set off the sensor.

"I think the other ones should be about right here," Duo noted, moving from his room and moving down the hall a few steps. "This is about the edge of my room."

"Check theirs," Wufei grunted back, rising from his knees and interrupting the beam.

...at least two phones screeched their sirens and Heero cried out in alarm at the same moment.

Wufei started laughing.

"That was mean," Duo chided, though he was grinning.

"I think this is pointless," Wufei returned, rolling his eyes. "I'm only doing this because it's majority, which means I'm annoyed with him."

"You're so mature it's heart-warming," Duo returned dryly, then focused on the hall. He'd glanced into the other pilots' bedroom and walked a few steps up the hall, considering the distance, then nodded and indicated the wall.

"Thanks," Wufei noted dryly, crouching down and smacking the first one into place.

"I'd do it, but I can't ever get them lined up first try," Duo added, watching further. "Are you setting up the window ones?"

"May as well go full-blown paranoia," Wufei agreed, rolling his eyes. "Give me a couple moments and I'll get the rest of the stupid things." ...and he triggered that sensor.

At least three phones beeped.

He chuckled wickedly.

"I'm going to wake your ass up," Heero informed him grumpily as he moved back into their room. "I'm going to wait until you're in the deepest most restful layer of sleep and scare the shit out of you."

Wufei grinned wickedly at him and grabbed a handful more of sensors out. It took him a moment to pair them—the things were sold in pairs, but could be mated any which way. Heero always had two pairs primed, and the rest required minute flickering.

"Got it," Heero noted, looking up at him. "Can you not set them off anymore?"

"I was just making sure they were aligned," Wufei retorted.

"Like you've ever did them wrong," Heero denied that, giving him a look.

"Your faith is reassuring," Wufei noted, then turned and moved from the room.

Heero didn't seem to have a comment for that, not that Wufei had expected one, and he moved into Duo's room quietly. Duo glanced at him briefly from where he was buttoning his jeans, then focused back on what he was doing.

It didn't take Wufei more than a few seconds to have the sensors set up. "The curtains will set them off," Wufei warned his friend, priming the second pair.

"Got it," Heero called from the other room.

"Just be careful...the going theory is that if you move the curtain it'll happen once, but if someone goes through they won't think to settle the curtains back."

"Right," Duo agreed, pulling on a boot.

Wufei moved into the hall, then tucked silently into Quatre and Trowa's room...pulling the piece of paper with him as he did so.

"Wufei!" Quatre squawked as Trowa looked at him. He was pulling his own boots on, sitting on his bed.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," Wufei returned, dropping the partially crumpled piece of paper in his friend's lap as he moved up to their window.

"What is this?" Quatre asked, then read the thing and blinked at it.

"Huh?" Trowa asked, moving from the bathroom to look between them, then grinned at the blond as he noticed the paper.

"Wow," Quatre muttered, setting the thing on his bed as he started on his second boot.

"The curtains will trigger this," Wufei informed them, eyeing the level. "If you mess with them, be sure to stop the swinging...anyone sneaking in won't think to."

Trowa nodded.

"I gotta do ours now," Wufei added with a sigh...and left the room.

He needed to figure out something fun to do that wasn't baiting Heero. It was true he hadn't wanted to go on the stupid tour to begin with, but that didn't mean he should give into the morose pouting he was feeling. Besides, continually baiting Heero would eventually lead to actual retaliation. That could get damn fun, but it took a bit of an effort to annoy Heero sufficiently to get the reaction. That tended to last a couple days, and that wasn't fair for poor Heero.

Heero was grinning again as he set his phone back on the bed, looking up to Wufei.

"I'm going to hack into your phone and get his number," Wufei noted, priming the third set.

"Got it...why? His number is..."

"No! I want to hack your phone," Wufei protested. "I want to see if your sainted security can hold out to me."

Heero considered that a moment as Wufei set the sensor on the wall. "...you know my passwords," he noted.

Wufei stopped, turning to look at him.

"How can you hack it if you have the passwords?" Heero added, looking curious.

Wufei snorted, moving to the far wall to set up the final bit of useless security.

"I've set the urgency levels low," Heero added. "And I put the room reads weighted toward the room phones."

"All right," Wufei muttered, moving back to his suitcase.

"Hold on," Heero added, fiddling with a couple of the phones. "There...here."

Wufei took his from the guy, then stopped as he realized his address book was open.

"If I don't try to hide it from you," Heero noted in amusement, "you won't be so eager to hunt it down. I just synced the information up with mine...you have his full address, name, phone number, home number...and itinerary."

Wufei opened the new entry and paged down it with interest, then looked to Heero with a raised eyebrow.

Heero grinned back at him and gathered up the rest of the phones. "Let's go...I'm starving."

'Hey, Matty...it's Fian,' Wufei grinned slightly. The kid had taken to calling him that. 'This is my number...Max just synced us up. '

It took a moment before he got a response...and he highly appreciated it. 'Of course he did...he shares everything with you, doesn't he? May as well bring lube next time I'm around...I'm sure you're invited. '

Wufei started laughing wickedly. 'You're not bugged that he did, are you? '

'Nah...kinda surprised it took as long as it did. What're you up to?'

'Same thing as Max, kid...we're all in it together.'

'Oh, oh...sorry ~dryly~ you're all in everything together, aren't you?'

'You don't even know the half of it,' Wufei agreed, realizing that he'd found his 'something else to do.' 'When you get up here, take a real DEEP breath,' Wufei added as the group of them moved into the open. The smell of the recycled air was kind of like a familiar friend. 'You'll LOVE it.'

'I can read your sarcasm, fackass,' Matty returned pleasantly. 'Besides, Max already warned me about it.'

'Damn...ah well. Fackass?'

'Kinda like Fian. '

Wufei grinned.

"Dear lord, you're doing it, too?" Duo demanded, rounding on him.

Heero and Wufei looked up to him blankly.

"Man," Duo muttered sidelong to Trowa. "I need to get my finger in the pot before all the good stuff's gone."

Trowa rolled his eyes.

"He gave it to me willingly," Quatre informed them happily, pulling his phone out. "Wonder if he'll appreciate all three of us bugging him."

"Here," Duo muttered, taking Heero's phone. "I don't wanna miss out...you in, Trowa? His number is nine-two-seven, four-eight-one, two-one three-nine."

Trowa rolled his eyes, but did pull his phone out.

'Yay! We're all obnoxious!' Wufei informed the guy happily. 'What do we want to eat?'

Heero took his phone back when it buzzed, then looked up and around to Wufei, raising an eyebrow.

"What?"

"What do we want to eat?" Heero retorted.

"I got the claim," Quatre reminded them, starting to type. "We get American."