Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Beat of Destiny and Other Drabble Shorts ❯ Line of Fire 2x5x2 ( Chapter 4 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Intel was totally wrong! How in the hell could Intel think that there was only a skeleton crew working on this base when a whole damn company of baddies came out of nowhere?   Bullets whizzed by Duo’s head as he shot out from his hiding place to take up another position to pick off the men that seemed to have the Preventers at a major disadvantage.   “Pull back, I repeat, pull back.” Wufei barked over the com unit, ordering his squad to get the hell out of there.   “Get them out of here now, Shadow!  I’ll provide cover fire until they’re all out.” Duo called as he continued to fire at the stronghold in front of him. Bright plumes of gold and gray helped him in picking out the right area to concentrate fire as the other agents made their escape quickly.   “Duo, get your ass out of there now!”   “No can do, Fei. I’m pinned down out here. Regroup or something, I’ll be fine.”   “I don’t think so, Maxwell. We never leave a man behind, never!”   “Don’t do it, Fei! Get those agents out of here and that’s an order!”   “I don’t take orders from you! I’m coming in to get you.”   “God damn it!” Duo gritted his teeth, trying to back himself out of the cover of safety to make a run for it. He didn’t want to be rescued like some damsel in distress; he was a former Gundam pilot for God’s sake! He could make it out himself without the help of his lover or other agents. He got himself into this mess; he could certainly get himself out of it.   Wufei had made sure that the majority of the squad was out of harm’s way before barreling into the firefight to reach his lover. Duo was never one to back down easily, but this riled the Chinese man to the core. Diving over a pile of rubble, somersaulting into a low crouch, he fired on the enemy as he inched his way towards the last place he’d seen his lover hiding.   “Maxwell!”   “Fuck! Over here, Chang!” More bullets were exchanged between them and the enemy. Dark eyes squinted, making out the long braid trailing into the dirt and grime through the thick cloud of gun smoke and dust.    “I’m almost out of ammo, so if you have a plan you better execute it soon.” Duo’s pained voice came above the sound of ricocheting metal. Wufei could only nod, rolling once more to fit in beside Duo.   “McKenzie is on the com calling for back up.”   “Good, because I’d like to blow this popsicle stand right now.”   “Status, Maxwell.” Wufei growled, dropping an empty clip on to the ground before slamming a fresh one into his pistol.   “Nothing I can’t handle at the moment.”   “That’s not an answer. Now give me your damn status!”   “Shit, Fei!” Duo growled out, turning to face his dark haired lover. “I’m fine, just a few scratches.”   “You call a bullet hole in your shoulder a few scratches? I’d like to see what you call serious.” Wufei ripped part of his jacket, pressing the torn cloth against the bleeding wound.   “It’s okay, Fei. It’s nothing serious. We’ve had worse in the war, I’m sure.”   “This isn’t the war anymore, damn it. We should be able to go home every night and not worry about shit like this. Hold pressure on it, I’m going to find a way to extract us.”   “You should have stayed where it was safe, dumb ass. I could have gotten myself out of here.”   “You know I couldn’t leave you behind.” Wufei shook his head, “Never.”   “Love you, too.” Duo smiled, clumsily getting himself up to follow.   Wufei grabbed his hand, interlacing their fingers together. “Ready?” With the nod of his lover’s head, the Chinese man led the way to safety.   ___   “I’m sorry for bleeding all over your clothes.” Duo said sheepishly, leaning back against the hospital bed, head turned towards his lover.   “Don’t worry about it, just make sure it never happens again.”   “Sorry that you got shot saving my ass.”   “It’s okay, Duo. I wasn’t about to leave you behind…never.”