Okay! Okay! I'm here! I'm here! *runs into room, trips on throw rug and bangs shin on coffee table*
I'm so very sorry guys!! This wasn't supposed to take so long... I simply couldn't get internet connection... I still don't actually have it, I just managed to scam my boss into letting me use his laptop. (Now here's hoping he doesn't try to read this over my shoulder
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Sooo... here goes... how the HECK do I follow up on Rose's effort *thinks*
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Relena froze, her eyes widening as it became all too obvious that the car was no longer moving. Oh God. Oh.... God. Why was this happening? It was so unfair! Heero glowered at the window, and Relena was relieved that his gun was on the floor with his pants, or the person on the otherside of the glass would likely have met their demise by now.
What was she thinking!? She wasn't relieved! His gun was on the floor! With his pants! Heero's pants weren't meant to be on the floor! Relena squirmed away from him, the seriousness of her predicament finally touching home. As much as she had wanted this to happen for more time than she cared to admit, her innocent (well, semi-innocent then) daydreams of her first time with Heero had certainly been a little more classy than a quick shag in the back of a limo. Well, most of her daydreams had been more classy than a quick shag in the back of a limo.
The sharp rap of knuckles sounded on the glass again, shaking Relena from her state of confusion. Heero stumbled back, as she pushed him hard, his expression dark and his frustration clear on his normally stoic features.
"Relena..." he growled, cut short as she literally threw his shirt at him, followed by one of his shoes. Glancing around, Relena began to tug on her pant suit without her customary grace.
"Get dressed, Heero, for goodness sake..."
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Wufei leant against the vehicle, wondering what was taking them so long. He was confident that Heero had withstood the womans' wiles... afterall, the former pilot was certainly not so weak as to allow a mere female to gain the upper hand. Of course... he was still bemused as to why the camera had been placed in the Ministers room in the first place...
He jumped back, as the door suddenly swung open, and Relena practically bounded from her seat. Wufei watched with narrowed eyes, as she hurried towards the building, smoothing her hair as she went.
Heero stepped from the vehicle a little slower, seeming oddly drained. He also looked like he wanted to kill someone. Wufei had a sinking feeling he was on the top of that list. Heero's shirt was also on inside out. Wufei doubted that Heero had noticed. Watching the dazed man wander after his charge, Wufei glanced back into the limo, noticing something out of place.
"Yuy," he called, jogging to catch him up "I think these might be yours."
He couldn't help but grin maliciously at his friend, as he pressed a pair of white, lace panties into Heero's hand.
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Noin and Lady Une crept back into the camera room, careful to go unnoticed.
"I think we should just delete it, Noin. If she asks for it, then we just say it was accidently wiped or something. It's really not something we want falling into the wrong hands."
Noin nodded, leaning to take a closer look at the recorder. She frowned, noticing that the green light indicating that the tape was still in use, was not on. She pressed eject.
"Ummmmm.... Une..."
Lady Une paled, looking from the recorder, to Noin, and then back at the recorder.
"Noin... where is the tape?"
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Dun, Dun, Daaaaaaa....
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