Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Revolution ❯ Chapter 5

Silent Revolutions: Chapter five: Missions III

 

 

Authors Notes- Two quick points; One, although I have a direction and an ending in mind as well as many key factors, I would welcome/ consider any suggestions if there is anything in particular that anyone wants to see xD Two, I know this is being favourited, author-alerted, c2'ed and story-alerted on ff. the lack of reviews makes for a sad author. Hence, unless I get a minimum of five reviews for this chapter on ff . net I will stop re-writing it ….. Well, stop posting the re-write at all, as I'm finishing it for my own selfishness now xD T_T No reviews = sad author = no updates.

 

Thank-you

 

(Ack! One last thing—A reviewer commented something like `dark but good' … its angst, people…. Those of you who read the original know you do not have happy bunniehs and pink fluff to look forward to…. In addition, Yaoi-scenes will hopefully be more graphic this time than the last. Expect heavy-editing on fanfics dot net for certain chapters. You can see the unedited versions of gundam-wing-universe dot net)

 

 

Chapter Five: Mission III

 

Two sets of booted feet marched in time. Quick, even, with purpose. Onyx and emerald stayed fixated ahead of them. Both able to scan their surroundings discreetly, they choose to do so, so as not to attract the attention of the skeleton crew night staff.

 

Two sets of eyes-one bright, worried, aqua-marine, one sharp, closed-off cobalt, watched the screens with hawk eyes. Each looked for the tiniest hint of a disturbance, ready to spring into action if needs be. If attention was attracted by their comrades, they would know what to do.

 

One pair of slender, long fingered, calloused hands. Nimble fingers made quick work of screws and wires alike, as he opened the, thankfully, poorly sealed ventilation shafts, tapping the small, deadly devices well into the dusty, rough spaces. In the ventilation system, under desks, behind doorways, on top of large machinery.

 

He placed the devices throughout the base-not sporadically, but to fit in with a specific plan, a special design created-by him, for optimum efficiency when detonating, whether by switch or by mobile-suit attack, if he did not make it.

 

Caramel and tanned fingers flew across the keys; 05 to open the doors with the access codes provided to them, 03 to obtain the required data. He slipped a small, tiny really, compact disk into the slot. He didn't pause to watch the green loading bar slowly edge up. Instead, his fingers flying in even quicker succession. He slipped another disk into yet another slot. He began loading the new filed and programs into part of the system that he had no use for.

 

05 stood strategically at his side, allowing him to not only block 03's actions from the prying eyes of the two security cameras that were clearly visible, but also to keep watch for intruders. Neither paused to consider why such an important room would be left unattended, let alone unguarded. Neither thought it was suspicious in the slightest.

 

04 and 01 continued to observe, hands resting on the controls, ready. They watched the unmoving screens calmly, no trace of their pounding hearts showing on their faces. Neither paused to consider why a base with such high-profile visitors would have seemingly no security.

 

Last explosive in place, scuffed booted feet dropped to the scratched metal floor. He swept through the corridors silently, keeping to the shadows.

 

`Stupid, Shinigami-Damned missions' He thought to himself, as he pressed himself against the wall to avoid a stray scientist; Styrofoam cup clasped in one hand, the other rubbing at tired eyes. The man, no older than thirty, continued on obliviously. He would never know how close to death he had come. He would never have the chance to thank whichever deity had decided to look out for him, to bless him by allowing him to cross paths with Shinigami. He felt nothing, as he fell. Unconscious but never to awaken again, if the mission went as planned.

 

Nimble, pale hands dragged him, squeezing him into a convenient utility cupboard a short distance away.

 

That was when he first noticed it. Yet another detail not on the plans. More surveillance cameras. `Shit!'

 

Chestnut tail trailing behind him, he darted back into the closet before the number of cameras could swing back to face him. He could only pray that he-that none of them had been spotted.

 

He took a moment to calm himself. Deep breath in, slow exhale out. Calming his heart rate and quieting his laboured breathing, his mind wandered of its own accord as he tried to come up with a solution to his new problem.

 

`There's no telling how many of those things there are around here. I'll have to be careful getting to Wufei and Trowa now that I'm done. I may have been the one handling the dangerous equipment, but they're the ones taking the risks, really' He thought to himself.

 

`Not long now. The war'll be over soon' A brief smile of indulgence spread across his lips. Plump, cherry, cherubim lips curved up gently, transforming the elfin face, making it shine radiantly. `Not more killing, lying, running. No more orders…No family, no home…no place to go, no education-' A hint of panic entered startled stormy swirling indigo depths.

 

`Nothing. And with how things are with the others at the moment…there's no way they'll want me hanging around. It's understandable, though. I wouldn't want me-a thief, a murdered, a coward, a street-rat gutter-trash orphan around either, if I was them…” He thought morosely. `Stop it right now, Maxwell! Self-obsession will get us no-where. There'll be time for this later-and if not, then there was no reason to worry in the first place. Now, I need to back up my team-mates, and get us the hell out of here.

 

The door slid smoothly open. He slipped out, darting faster than the flickering of a shadow in the corner of a childs' eye at bedtime, avoiding the cameras gaze. He made his way swiftly through the halls, focusing on the task ahead. He couldn't stop his thoughts from wandering.

 

`Who am I kidding? The ending of this war-it may end it all for them-for the masses. It may even end it for the other pilots. They have each other, and they have wealth.

 

Wufei has more than enough to support the two of them with all his ancestors' and colony's wealth as he's the sole heir, and Quatre-hell, he has enough to support several large colonies if the two of them ever want to adopt. But me? The missions won't stop. Not as long as they've got someone to turn to do their dirty work. Not whilst I'll have no choice. I can't outrun them all forever. I can only survive on pilfered funds for so long.

 

G…I owe him everything. He knows it. And with the rest of the mad fives experiments refusing to play the game anymore…it's more than a little obvious as to where all their attention will turn…

 

Just one more political figure trying to gain too much power, just one more ex-military type needing to be put in his place. Just more experiment on my immune system, my strength, my stamina, just one more lab with information that they need. It's never going to end. Not for me. But…it doesn't matter, does it? Not in the grand scheme of things. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few and all that…they all deserve their peace. I'm willing to pay that price.'

 

He continued on towards the rooms marked as His Excellency's on the blueprints provided by the mad five. He was once again thankful for his years of experience and training, not only from G but from his childhood as well. Without them, he surly would have been caught whilst his mind was wandering. Even a foot out of place and into the sight of one of those damned cameras and they all would be compromised.

 

`I Suppose I should be thankful that my natural paranoia kept me in the shadows and moving quickly up until this point' Duo thought with a light grin.

 

His eyes darkened. A thought flicked across his mind. He latched onto it with trembling hands. What of Trowa and Wufei? Neither had been listening closely-not paying particular attention to him earlier, when he had spoken of the surveillance cameras surrounding the parameter that had not been on the maps.

 

They knew the blueprints as well as he-but what about those hidden surprises he had already stumbled across? Would they have even noticed them in their current state? They were all so worked up, so nervous, so on edge-the prospect of freedom weighing heavily within each of their minds. What of the other ones that he himself had surely missed? He couldn't have possibly spotted all of the base apparent new, not so well hidden security features.

 

Then…why, then, hadn't they been picked up yet? Surely they knew of their presence. Were they really that in competent?

 

`There has been a lot less security and personnel than I'd expect, even in a base this size. Especially considering the presence of Rose-Boi, Sexy-Zechs and Psycho-Bitch-From-Hell. With so many leading figures and influential people, you'd think that someone in this shithole of a place who wants a quick boost up the power-ladder would be…trying…to…impress…them.'

 

Need for stealth abandoned, he ran, barrelling around the corner, silently eating up the distance between him and his destination speedily. He mentally went through their plans, trying to calculate which stage of the mission his comrades would be at.

 

`Given the time now, the speed at which they would have arrived at their first target, the download time…they should be near his Excellency's quarters, but not there yet' He thought, trying to keep his breathing even.

 

He turned the final corner. His eyes widened.

 

`Shit Shit Shit!'

 

To be continued