Death for Hire chapter 2

[Melville's Best Friend]

Death For Hire
Chapter Two
Melville?s Best Friend


?You tired??
?No. But all your snoring didn?t help me sleep last night.?
?It would have been a lot more peaceful if I had an actual bed to sleep in.?
?Not my fault. You said you?d take the couch.?
?There was no couch.?
?Hey, I didn?t know that, and I certainly didn?t force you to take anything else than the bed.?
?You want me in bed with you?? His eyebrow quirked.
?No.? The storm made it difficult to hear their ride coming. Soon the mission would completely start, and they would be onboard an enemy ship to an unknown location. They were ready, despite what Quatre thought. She knew she was ready. He knew he was ready. That is all they need know.
A car stopped in front of them. She got in first. A man named Alvin Gray met them at the shuttle. He was a tall man, with hair slicked back with too much oil. One had to stare to figure out his hair color. She thought it was blonde. Heero paid no attention. The two quickly boarded the shuttle, and after they had been shown their rooms, were told to meet with the colonel.

?Who?s the colonel?? she asked from inside their room.
?I have no idea.?
?A lackey for the real people behind this, I would suspect.? She stopped messing with her bed. ?Do we even know who?s really behind this??
?We will soon enough.?
She checked herself in the mirror. He watched her lift her breasts so that even more cleavage threatened to pour from her shirt. Her ridiculously low top turned him on more than he would reveal, and her tight jeans did nothing to help his situation. She always wore black. Why did she always wear black on missions? He had scanned her file years back, when he first joined their organization, and her file said she always wore black. He had a hard time tearing his eyes away from her as she put her hair in a high ponytail. How she managed to look like a sexy, dangerous, and high ranking officer was beyond him. He guessed the gun helped.
?You spend too much time grooming.?
?You say that now, but when I have every man here giving me top secret information, you won?t regret it.?
They walked down the corridor on their way to the colonel?s office.

Heero didn?t like the way the colonel was looking at her. His name was Renolds. Colonel Renolds. He was hideous. His long hair fell past his shoulders un-brushed. His chin was massive, and the fact that a beard trailed down didn?t help it look any smaller. He smelled heavily of cigars. Relena or rather, Nita took her cue from the smell, and lit up a cigarette of her own. Smoke filled the room. They were alone with the man.
?The Master will be expecting you when we arrive.?
?Exactly where are we going?? Heero-Allen questioned.
?We are going to a secure satellite position. A comet, as it used to be, called X-985. We should get there in a few days.? Renolds commented.
?So that leaves us with you until we get there.? Allen mused aloud. The colonel raised an eyebrow. ?I have questions that need to be answered.? He commented.
?One wrong move. That?s all it takes. You better watch what you do.? Renolds stated before watching Nita make her way over to Allen. She moved to his side, and whispered something in his ear. The colonel never took his eyes off her. He was practically drooling.
?That?s one fine hunk of meat you got there.?
She winked at him. Allen forced her behind him. ?You will refer to me as ?sir?.?
Renolds features iced over. The view of the goddess had been interrupted, and he had lost his concentration. ?What??
?I am of a higher rank than you.? He held up his badge. Jeffery Allen Johnson, new leader of a segment of operations. ?You will refer to me as ?sir?. I believe those were your orders, were they not?? Allen stated.
?Yes, yes sir, thy were. I had forgotten, I think.?
?Do you want to lecture me on the importance of watching my step again??
?N-No sir.?
Allen left the room. Nita stayed. She seductively walked over to the trembling colonel. Moving behind him, she placed her hands on his chest, making slow enticing circles with her palms. His body went rigid.
?He can be so?.stiff at times, Colonel. I hope he didn?t make you feel?? She moved her head down to his ear. ?uncomfortable.? She whispered.
?No, no. Of course not. I am a man who can?t be scared that easily.?
She rolled her eyes.
?Good. I?m glad to hear it.? He continued to stiffen.
?Colonel, are you scared of me?? She had sat on his lap, her hips plastering his to the chair.
?N-n-n-no?Of course not?.?
She played with the buttons of his shirt, slowly maneuvering each one.
?Are you afraid I?ll ask you something you shouldn?t answer??
?N-N-N-no?.?
?Then can I ask you some questions, Colonel??
She moved in closer.


She entered the room, and started stripping?again.
?Where were you?? he questioned.
?I think we both know the answer to that.? She walked around the room in her undergarments, looking for a towel. She shivered.
?Ugh. I hated that one. I feel so filthy.? She found a towel, and headed into the bathroom. He did not like this at all. When she emerged, she threw herself on the bed, and asked for a massage.
?I really need one.?
He complied, wanting information from her. Surely she hadn?t done what he thought she had.
?So, what happened?? he asked as he pulled the towel down far enough to see the top of her lacy panties. Her back was bear, but she was on her stomach, so he didn?t see anything.
?You?ll be pleased to know I uncovered all he knows.?
He kneaded her flesh, turning it a darker hue from the steaming shower she had just taken.
?And you learned it all ?how??
She stiffened. ?I had to do what I had to do. It?s not like I?ve never done this before.?
He slowed down his labor.
?It meant nothing. They never do.?
?You would do that for a mission? Isn?t sex supposed to be sacred??
?Sex, no. Making love, yes. We were definitely NOT making love.? She grimaced.
Heero finished her back, and she threw the towel around once more. Her wet hair fell over her shoulders. He got up and stood against the doorframe.
?Heero?It was no big deal. It really meant nothing.?
?How?how could you DO that? I mean??
His usually stoic face had become all too confused, and she found herself needing to explain.
?Heero, anyone can fake it. I?m an actress, remember? I do this for a living. This is how I get information. This is how I work.?
Her eyes dulled. ?I hate it, Heero, but it?s a part of who I am, and we have what we need, so what I do is paying off.?
He sat down next to her.
?You don?t feel love??
She laughed. ?We can?t afford to feel love, Heero. We kill. That?s what we do. Love?Love isn?t real to us. It?s just an illusion that gets in the way of a mission.?
?You sound like me.? He whispered.
She turned away from him. ?Do you honestly think we can afford to love, Heero? Can we, as weapons, afford to someday loose what we love in a moment of battle, of war?? she was barely audible.
?I believe that in order to lead a good life, you have to act on your emotions.?
?Yeah, but emotions get you killed. That was an ambiguous answer.?
?Yeah.? He got up, and walked over to the computer. Quatre needed all the info she had acquired.


Disclaimer: Ohhhh??Emotions! Right. I don?t own Gundam Wing. That is all. How did we like THAT chapter? I think I?m out of my funk. I would appreciate some feedback, if y?all have the time.

~Melville?s Best Friend

[wicked]

Wow, for an unfeeling killer, Heero sure does get jealous. I LOVE it dahling! I'm also just happy to see Wewena, I mean Relena, acting as anything but pure. Once again, I LOVE it dahling! Although I must say that from the description given of Renolds...it reminds me of Austin Powers: The Spy Who Shagged Me. Heather Graham sleeping with Fat Bastard...Relena and Renolds...both bring about a certain amount of yeck factor. LOVE IT!

You best keep it up. Listen to your elders. We know much.

~Wicked

[Melville's Best Friend]

It reminds me of Austin Powers, too. I think I was thinking that when I wrote it. I just wasn't aware of from where I had seen something that resembled it.....I grow weary of this fic. It seems like dead weight to me. I'm thinking about dumping it. I dunno yet, though. I have more important stuff on my mind. Wicked, where's your fic? I'm tired of the whole patience is a virtue thing, and I want to read it NOW!!!!!! Later!
~MBF

P.S.- Elders? Listen to my elders? I'm of age. I have no elders, honey. I am an elder. You best back up off me, for I sick Heero's Melville on you.

[Aristale Wolf]

SWEET!!!!! i luv the whole assassin thing with both of them, and the conversation that they had was so kawaii cant wait for the rest of it..hope it be soon....