Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Burning Candles ❯ Payback ( Chapter 10 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Kracken 
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 935 | Visits: 571 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Sci-fi | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 01.23.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 935 | Visits: 571 | Status: Work In Progress
Kracken
Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this
Warning:Male/male sex, violence, graphic, language, torture, attempted NCS.
Burning Candles
Payback
Heero crouched on the deck, watching the sun go down as he went over his part of Trowa's plan in his head. All of his equipment was already strapped on his body and a small bag of explosives and extra ammo was by his right foot. His hand checked a knife at his boot again and again, a nervous gesture.
Trowa seemed more relaxed, though Heero doubted that he was. He leaned on the ships's rail, staring at the waves and letting the cold breeze toss his bangs back. His green eyes were inscrutable. In black, he looked too tall and too thin, though his large shoulders betrayed his strength. He had throwing knives at his waist and a rifle slung from his shoulder.
Heero started, the knife half jerking out of it's sheathe, as his cell phone vibrated. The way Trowa suddenly straightened, he guessed that Trowa's cell was doing the same. Heero looked at the read out on the tiny screen and didn't recognize the number. When text began scrolling, he brought the phone close to his face so that he could read it on the lighted screen. He was dimly aware of Trowa doing the same to his cell.
"Knock, knock," Heero read aloud.
"Same here," Trowa affirmed. "Duo?"
"How?" Heero wondered and saw more text scrolling.
'Maxwell here. You guys need to come up with better security protocols. A baby could have hacked into it. Anyway, down to business. I tapped into the weapon's array and the platform's main frame. I'm downloading all contents to Une. Mission must not be compromised until confirmed retrieval. Situation under control.'
The screen went blank as the call disconnected. Heero stared at it for a long moment before he gripped the cell in one hand. Trowa felt very warm standing next to him as he said to Heero, "Duo's decision. You will respect it and follow his order."
They had planned to infiltrate; scramble the surveillance devices, and download from the observation array; the same plan Heero had attempted to carry out before his capture. The information first and then Duo's life. That was the list of priorities. Trowa's cold gaze had been a warning, threatening violence if Heero decided to ignore that order. That gaze hadn't changed. Trowa's firm grip on his rifle was almost unnecessary.
Heero straightened and left the deck, cell phone in one hand and his bag of destruction in the other. He went below deck and sat on his cot. Putting the bag down, he cradled the cell phone in both hands and waited.
The cell phone vibrated. Heero unclenched his hands in surprise and read on the tiny screen;
'Hey, just between you and me, Heero, thanks for coming after me. Crazy, but nice. Since I'm probably not making it out of here alive, I think I can say this without being scared as shit that you will get your hands on me to break every bone in my body. I love you. Always have, I guess. This last year was the best. I wanted to get past the partner thing and try for something more, but I didn't work my nerve up in time. I didn't want to ruin what we had if you were straight, or just not interested, and I have a healthy respect for my life. So, there you are; stupid, too late, story of my life. Gotta go. Mr. Sadist isn't happy with me again. I might lose more than my toes this time. I don't think I'm going to be in one piece long enough for Une to confirm that she has all the files intact. I'm going to have to stick with this and keep sending them as long as I can. Just wish Jake hadn't shown up. Stupid kid. Just like his foster father, I guess.'
The line went dead. Heero stood, shoving the cell into a pocket. He hefted his bag onto one shoulder, checked his weapons one last time, and then squared his jaw. Duo needed him. Duo was not going to die for this mission... and neither was Jake.
Getting past Trowa was another matter. The man couldn't watch the entire ship, or the three boats attached to it. Darkness was complete and it was Heero's friend, as was the stiff wind that covered any noise that he might make. He waited until Trowa went into the control room to call Une or the contact boat, and then he lowered a boat and climbed down to it. Setting it adrift, he waited until the waves had rolled him far from the main boat, before he turned on the engine.
He didn't have much time before Trowa realized and tried to come after him. Heero was well aware how swiftly and silently death could come from a trained Gundam pilot. He had to watch for Trowa and the enemy at the same time. He had to foil their security and keep from being stopped by the one man who could stop him. All for Duo, he told himself firmly, and wondered if Duo would hate him for it when he finally did rescue him.
Disclaimer:I don't own them and I don't make any money off of this
Warning:Male/male sex, violence, graphic, language, torture, attempted NCS.
Burning Candles
Payback
Heero crouched on the deck, watching the sun go down as he went over his part of Trowa's plan in his head. All of his equipment was already strapped on his body and a small bag of explosives and extra ammo was by his right foot. His hand checked a knife at his boot again and again, a nervous gesture.
Trowa seemed more relaxed, though Heero doubted that he was. He leaned on the ships's rail, staring at the waves and letting the cold breeze toss his bangs back. His green eyes were inscrutable. In black, he looked too tall and too thin, though his large shoulders betrayed his strength. He had throwing knives at his waist and a rifle slung from his shoulder.
Heero started, the knife half jerking out of it's sheathe, as his cell phone vibrated. The way Trowa suddenly straightened, he guessed that Trowa's cell was doing the same. Heero looked at the read out on the tiny screen and didn't recognize the number. When text began scrolling, he brought the phone close to his face so that he could read it on the lighted screen. He was dimly aware of Trowa doing the same to his cell.
"Knock, knock," Heero read aloud.
"Same here," Trowa affirmed. "Duo?"
"How?" Heero wondered and saw more text scrolling.
'Maxwell here. You guys need to come up with better security protocols. A baby could have hacked into it. Anyway, down to business. I tapped into the weapon's array and the platform's main frame. I'm downloading all contents to Une. Mission must not be compromised until confirmed retrieval. Situation under control.'
The screen went blank as the call disconnected. Heero stared at it for a long moment before he gripped the cell in one hand. Trowa felt very warm standing next to him as he said to Heero, "Duo's decision. You will respect it and follow his order."
They had planned to infiltrate; scramble the surveillance devices, and download from the observation array; the same plan Heero had attempted to carry out before his capture. The information first and then Duo's life. That was the list of priorities. Trowa's cold gaze had been a warning, threatening violence if Heero decided to ignore that order. That gaze hadn't changed. Trowa's firm grip on his rifle was almost unnecessary.
Heero straightened and left the deck, cell phone in one hand and his bag of destruction in the other. He went below deck and sat on his cot. Putting the bag down, he cradled the cell phone in both hands and waited.
The cell phone vibrated. Heero unclenched his hands in surprise and read on the tiny screen;
'Hey, just between you and me, Heero, thanks for coming after me. Crazy, but nice. Since I'm probably not making it out of here alive, I think I can say this without being scared as shit that you will get your hands on me to break every bone in my body. I love you. Always have, I guess. This last year was the best. I wanted to get past the partner thing and try for something more, but I didn't work my nerve up in time. I didn't want to ruin what we had if you were straight, or just not interested, and I have a healthy respect for my life. So, there you are; stupid, too late, story of my life. Gotta go. Mr. Sadist isn't happy with me again. I might lose more than my toes this time. I don't think I'm going to be in one piece long enough for Une to confirm that she has all the files intact. I'm going to have to stick with this and keep sending them as long as I can. Just wish Jake hadn't shown up. Stupid kid. Just like his foster father, I guess.'
The line went dead. Heero stood, shoving the cell into a pocket. He hefted his bag onto one shoulder, checked his weapons one last time, and then squared his jaw. Duo needed him. Duo was not going to die for this mission... and neither was Jake.
Getting past Trowa was another matter. The man couldn't watch the entire ship, or the three boats attached to it. Darkness was complete and it was Heero's friend, as was the stiff wind that covered any noise that he might make. He waited until Trowa went into the control room to call Une or the contact boat, and then he lowered a boat and climbed down to it. Setting it adrift, he waited until the waves had rolled him far from the main boat, before he turned on the engine.
He didn't have much time before Trowa realized and tried to come after him. Heero was well aware how swiftly and silently death could come from a trained Gundam pilot. He had to watch for Trowa and the enemy at the same time. He had to foil their security and keep from being stopped by the one man who could stop him. All for Duo, he told himself firmly, and wondered if Duo would hate him for it when he finally did rescue him.