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Chapter 3
Relena lay awake staring up at the darkened ceiling. She thought about what Heero had said at dinner. What was she going to do? Stay there and wait for her execution?
She started to think of him, how she felt he wouldn’t ever harm her. Then she pushed aside those stray thoughts. Obviously, they had both changed since they last saw one another. “We’re different people now,” she thought sadly.
Relena wondered again why he left all those years ago. Then a frown crossed her face, and she angrily forced herself to put him out of her mind.
She cautiously opened her door, and stepped out into the long hallway on the second floor. There was railing along one side of the corridor, a half wall that left the area open to the room below. The moonlight streaming in the front windows of the house illuminated her figure as she stood wearing an ankle-length, champagne colored satin nightgown. She put one bare foot in front of the other, trying not to disturb the stillness of night. Suddenly, she heard a clicking sound, almost deafening in the silence blanketing the country manor. She froze.
“Going somewhere?” A deep voice resonated behind her.
She turned and saw metal gleaming in the moonlight, its barrel pointed directly at her. Her eyes traveled upwards to the man holding the gun and with it, her life. “Heero...” she called out to him.
Pale light from the moon played upon his features, casting dark shadows over his eyes and making his expression indecipherable. The forlorn sound of his name on her lips caused him to falter, for just a fraction of a second. “Relena, go back to your room.” His whispered words seemed to echo in the darkness.
“So this is the way it is, then?” She asked him softly. “You’re my captor.”
“Yes. You knew that already.” His voice held no indication of what he might have been feeling.
“Yes...” her voice trailed off thoughtfully. She shook her head slowly, staring down at the ground. He couldn’t help but admire how the blond hair spilling over her shoulders shimmered almost silver in the moonlight or the way her silken gown caressed her body.
“All right.” She moved gracefully back towards her room. Heero followed, fascinated by the surreal way she seemed to float down the hallway. At the door, she turned and looked up at him. Her sudden movement caused him to get too close to her for his own liking - their lips just inches away from one another.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Inside the police department, detectives were putting on their bulletproof vests, and getting their assignments. Duo yawned. “Ugh, why can’t these Barton guys do their drug deals at a decent hour?” He asked while not-too-cheerfully pouring himself another cup of the department sludge.
“You guys call this stuff coffee? I think it could probably walk out of here on its own!”
“Quiet, Maxwell! Did you get your assignment?” Sergeant Une barked.
“Yeah, yeah. If the guys come running out, catch them or shoot if necessary. Got it.” He called out flippantly, looking bored.
“Maxwell, make sure you only shoot if their guys come running out, I don’t want a repeat of last time,” a serious-looking man with jet black hair and dark brown eyes said shooting him an angry glare. He was the undercover agent that set up the deal. Last time, Duo shot him in his bulletproof vest before he realized that they were on the same side.
“Sorry, Wufei, it’s not my fault you make such a believable slime ball,” Duo said with a grin. He ducked just in time as a flying stapler whizzed by.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Trowa stood and then leaned across his desk. The light from the moon cast his shadow across the figure sitting opposite of him.
“Tonight?” Trowa smiled slightly. “That’s unusually sloppy of them. Why are they forcing their hand so early?”
“The Governor has come down hard on the chief. He wants revenge for you turning his daughter against him,” the figure replied.
“Relena...Yes, we have her. She came on her own,” he smirked.
The only reply was light laughter.
“We’ll be ready for them,” Trowa said sharply and stood up. He turned to look out the window behind his desk
“What? You’re going to go anyway? But I thought...”
“No, the Governor has declared war. We won’t retreat,” Trowa said, his green eyes flashing in the moonlight.
* * * * * * * * * * *
The videophone rang and snapped Heero back to reality. He pulled away from the tempting lips that were holding him mesmerized in the doorway to Relena’s room.
He pushed her back a few steps and closed the door. “Stay in there,” he growled.
He made his way back to his own room, and accepted the connection. Trowa appeared onscreen.
“Did I wake you?”
“No.”
“Hn.”
“What do you want?” Heero asked impassively.
“How is she?”
“Fine.” He paused, an evil smirk forming on his lips. “When are you going to let me kill her?”
Trowa smiled slightly. “You couldn’t kill her now, if I ordered you to.”
“Hn. You underestimate me, or my loyalty.” Heero’s voice was cold, and his brow furrowed at the implied accusation.
“No. You have been faithful to the organization - I would never question that.”
“Then what did you call for?”
“Darlian’ has declared war. His task force is attempting to strike the first blow tonight.”
“Hn. You’re going to send someone else to come baby-sit, so I can be there for this, right?”
“No. I can’t trust anyone but you, my friend. I need you there with her.”
“You’re being paranoid. I want in.”
“I’m not paranoid, I have my reasons. Stay there until I tell you otherwise. Out.”
Trowa’s face disappeared from the screen.
Heero looked at the blank monitor. “What are you up to, Trowa?”
* * * * * * * * * * *
Everyone was in place outside the abandoned warehouse. The rundown wood building had boards missing on the outside, and the whole structure sagged from neglect. Wufei and his partner showed up to make the buy, and met with their contacts, two men in their late twenties with square jaws and beady eyes. Their rap sheets at the police department were several feet long.
The role-playing went well, the dealers seemed to fall into the trap. After the exchange was made, Wufei reached in his pocket to pull out his badge when gunshots shattered the illusion. Instantly, he dove for the ground, taking cover behind anything that might shield him.
The other officers outside heard shots being fired. Duo and his partner advanced toward the door, but more of Barton’s group appeared outside the warehouse and began firing at the detectives. Duo was hit in chest and shoulder, the bulletproof vest saving his life. He ran for cover, but was shot in the leg before reaching safety. He crawled the rest of the way before collapsing.
Meanwhile, Wufei had taken out three guys on his own. His partner picked off an additional gunman before he was shot in the head. Wufei grabbed his partner’s fallen gun and dove for the door. Short bursts of machine gun fire sent bullets flying after him.
A brash young female detective returned fire to cover Wufei as he emerged headfirst from the war zone. She quickly grabbed her radio to call for help. “Detective Noin to base.... We need back up assistance, and a medic out here, now!”
“Roger that.”
Sirens could be heard in the distance. The remaining perpetrators fled to their vehicles. The few detectives that could still hold a gun, fired at them in vain. As the sirens drew closer, their destination was deathly silent.
* * * * * * * * * *
A phone that hadn’t rung in months broke the stillness of four o’clock in the morning. Heero stirred, and fumbled for the receiver.
“Hello?” His voice sounded hoarse, but his mind was fully alert.
“Yuy.”
“Yes.”
“Duo has been hurt. He’s at First Methodist Hospital.”
There was a click and then dial tone.
“Shit!” Heero sat up and ran a hand through his hair.