Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sarah ❯ “Hey, don’t worry! We’ve gotten pretty good at these losing battles!” ( Chapter 16 )

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

Chapter 16 Prologue
"Hey, don't worry! We've gotten pretty good at these losing battles!" -Duo Maxwell
My mind flew through the different possibilities and new opportunities that were now open to myself and Trente, knowing we had a gun with us. Well, I knew, anyway...Trente was a bit in the dark as to the association with me having my personal bra on and our escape from the prison with no bars...
No visible bars, that is.
First of all, I knew that we had to get my gun out its hidden holster without our nameless captor knowing, which proved to be a difficult task. Not having any means of computer usage eliminated a possible hack job, where I could disable the cameras momentarily or possibly feed a loop through them, buying us time, which caused my hopes to sink. I hadn't done a hack job in years, and they were my favorite things to do...
Other than shoot a gun, of course.
As I thought more and more about my nonexistent hack job, the realization hit me: even if we could attempt one, by looking at the evidence of surveillance, I don't think we would succeed. Something just told me that we wouldn't be able to complete it because the person running this whole kidnapping business would have to make sure his system was well guarded.
And, seeing as how this person seemed to know that it was me he was "catching," he probably had very good defense systems against any and all attacks or attempts to escape I made.
I seemed out of luck. This person...whoever it was...seemed to know me well enough to know the exact limits of what I was capable of. They anticipated every move with the patience and brilliance of a chess player...
My mind wandered to Mr. Chang Wufei, how he had beaten me, and I smirked. Even in being beaten by him, I still managed to win, despite his obvious knowledge of my playing skills through my father.
He had one disadvantage, this person who had taken Trente and myself from civilization. He may have had calculated every possible action I might take, my physical and emotional strengths, and my intelligence, but...
He still didn't have me, in person, working for him and telling him exactly every single thought I had.
He still didn't have me.
And I've been known to be very unpredictable quite a bit in my lifetime...
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A/Ns: I know, this is short, but it's only a prologue for the next chapter! Deal! I wrote this, and was told by the two people whose opinion's I value higher than my own sometimes that I should make this into a subchapter, some sort of a prologue...and, anyway...this adds to the suspense, doesn't it? ~.ó