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"The Heist "Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, male/male pairings, language Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Duo's planning a robbery, considering a reality TV show, and falling for the man who can lock him up for good. Can his friends help him? Can he help himself? A/N: This story takes place in a universe more
like ours today, where the colonies exist on land, not in space, and
where the world is on the cusp of change. Thanks goes to Waterlily
for her tireless editing and thoughtful suggestions throughout. "The Heist " Chapter One- Now What, Artful Duo? Duo watched the crowd lining the street. The people were watching for the princess and prince, and not, Duo was gambling on, their pocketbooks and other treasures. A nip here, a wallet there, and his week's earnings would be made in a single afternoon, giving him plenty of downtime to kick back and enjoy life. Or he could pay off a couple debts and sleep better at night. Whichever. From the sounds of the cheers, he could tell the royal entourage was on the verge of arriving right where he stood. He'd need to move further up the street and collect the last of his trade before finding a scenic viewpoint. That's when he noticed the blue-eyed guard regarding him. "Ummm, yumballs." From the uniform, Duo took him for one of the Elite Royal Guard, who would probably fall in shortly after the open limousine passed and follow the parade back to the palace. "Man, she does pick the hottest looking ones," he conceded. He was almost positive that as suspicious-looking as his actions might have appeared the guard couldn't have seen him actually steal anything. Almost, but, since he'd come under the scrutiny of the man, he couldn't very well continue pickpocketing, so he decided to call it a day and take the glower as an invitation to come closer. Staring him down was signs of interest, right? Duo was sure of it and he was the gambling sort. "Hi!" he said. Since that earned no response he rattled on. "Nice day for a parade, what? No rain and all?" "Hn." Okay, so he wasn't dressed all natty and all, but he knew he was a good-looking guy. If this guard had a gay bone in his body, he'd notice. Duo would just have to try harder. "Fresh air? Say, maybe after this you'd like to saunter over to that bar over there and have a drink?" He knew when he was losing a guy and when to spice up the pot. "It's nearly noon. Buy you lunch? They make a to-die-for hot wings plate with fries, or is it 'chips' they say here-?" "Shut up." "Ah-?" Duo wondered where he'd gone astray, but then the roar of a car drew his attention to the street action behind him. It was Princess Relena like a slender reed in green silk shooting out of the ivory leather interior. Beside her towered Prince Milliardo, fresh off the front in full military dress and platinum hair whipping his red jacket as they breezed along. The war was officially over, but there was always a hotspot requiring military action someplace. What baffled Duo- and he'd be first to tell you he wasn't up on the latest political intrigues-was where had they dug up a step-brother to Relena on such short notice? Currently there wasn't a King of the kingdom. When the war ended, Relena wanted to reform the government, turning it away from a monarchy, leaving the ruler of Sanc in question. And the New Alliance seemed excited to accommodate her. But, apparently, something had changed again. And there he was, presenting his handsomeness to the public. "Wow," Duo exclaimed, meaning the prince. The Princess on the right side nearest to where Duo and the guard stood, waved to her cheering admirers and tossed gold-wrapped candies to the children. The candies glittered in the sunlight and the children screamed with glee. Duo found it all rather saccharine for his tastes. He liked the darker, rainy days. Better for hiding what he did. When she looked his way, he thought for a second they were connecting, but no, her line of sight pointed over his shoulder and just to the right, at the guard. Right. Her hand-picked guardsman. Duo looked down at the muddy gutter. Gold pelted down, some landing on his head and more on the sidewalk, the uplifted hands, and into the muddy gutter. And yet! What's that?! He knew what he'd seen was something else and shifted his boot to cover it, squishing into the soggy muck. Something intended for the guard, maybe, or maybe just his imagination? As he was about to try one more time to interest the young guard on duty, the man marched away without a word, his back ramrod straight and stride military precise. "Well, it would have been tricky, a thief dating an Elite Guard fellow," he said, sighing. "Nice ass, though." He waited for the crowd to disperse before he bent over and mucked about where he'd stood until he found what he was looking for. "Yes!" He looped a finger around the castaway and without drawing attention to it or what he was doing, quickly wrapped the mud-encrusted item in his handkerchief. Casting a look around to see if he'd been observed satisfied him that he had not and he took off for his hideaway. He kicked the mud off his shoes as he entered his tiny hovel of an office set at the back of a "friend's" restaurant. "Let's see what we got here, eh?" He dumped the contents of his pockets out onto the chipped linoleum counter, ignoring most of it for the time being. The cloth he unfolded carefully over a basin, while a trickle of rusty water washed the debris off a bracelet. "Oh, yeah!" It wasn't just a gold chain; there were diamonds set into intricately worked gold sparkling in his hand. "A gift fit for a princess to toss away to a secret lover!" He tried processing the value, where he'd have to go to sell it, and got stuck on the who and the how. It was far too valuable to go to the usual hock shops, he could see that. When he turned over the bracelet, he could see the Royal House of Sanc hallmark, the royal seal. If he tried to pawn it off, he'd be suspected for stealing it and thrown into a very dark and very deep, unforgiving and forgotten dungeon somewhere. So, now what? He could take it apart, melt the gold, and sell the gems separately, except that he had no facilities for melting gold. Trowa Barton could; he'd crafted several gold emblems for circus decorations in the past. He was also just as likely to cheat him on the weight or turn him in, the clown. Sure, he was his best bud, but there were times... dark smudges on their relationship in the past. Trowa was just a little too mercenary, a little too willing to do about anything for a dollar. "Where are the honest tradesmen when you need one?" The only way, Duo decided, that he could make anything off this bit of luck would be to return it and hope for a reward. "So, just how does one get a hold of the palace lost and found?" Another contact came to mind, a man who might have an answer to that problem, so he rang him up. Chang Wufei ran an upscale, mostly legitimate, business with connections to the Sanc elite and, most importantly, to the palace. He'd know something and he wouldn't sell him to the highest bidder. Probably. "Hey, 'Fei-man, it's me. Duo. No, nothing dire at all. Where do you learn your vocabulary words, man? What's that? No, I'm not in need of dough either. We-ell, yeah, a kind of favor, but-WAIT! It won't cost you a penny! Promise. If it does, I'll cover it. Honest! Heh, heh, I know where you're coming from, but not this time. It's really not illegal either. Just let me tell you, okay? Stop jumping to conclusions. Right. Well, here's the thing. I found something that belongs to the princess and I want to return it. How do I do that?" The process was worked out over the next hour. Duo was to write a short note and Wufei was to deliver it to the proper authorities and wait for a response. Simple as that. Nothing like knowing the right people. Duo didn't have to wait long. Wufei called him an hour after the note had been delivered. "You are to take the found object to this location at this time. No earlier or later. Nowhere else. Understood?" "Gotcha! Thanks, 'Fei. I owe ya one." "Yes, you do. Good bye." It was the bar Duo had suggested he and the guard meet, so he knew, he just KNEW, he would be greeting Mr. Blue Eyes by the end of the day. Duo saw him at once, sitting at a table facing the window. Beside the guard was an older gent in somber clothes. Duo slid into the chair facing the guard. "Hello again." But the young man didn't smile. So, it wasn't going to be a social call after all. All business. Duo smiled anyway because he was a friendly sort of guy with nothing to hide. He'd done nothing wrong, this time. "So, whatcher looking for? 'Cause if it's a match to what I found, then it's yours, but if it's not then it belongs to someone else. My mistake and all." The older man smiled at him. "My name is Pargon. I am an aide to Miss Relena, and an old family friend. This is Captain Heero Yuy of the Sanc Elite Guard." "Pargon? Glad to meet you, I'm Duo. Hello, Capt'n! Whatcher got?" He carefully filed away the names for future use. Pargon removed a photo from his pocket and placed it on the table, picture up. It was the bracelet. "The princess lost this when it accidentally slipped off her wrist," Pargon explained. "Accidentally, eh?" Duo smirked as he locked eyes with the guardsman, Heero. "Well, I can see how that could happen. She's pretty...slender... and it's kinda big." "You have- it!" Heero uttered the words, biting off more he seemed to want to say. "Yeah, I do." Duo's smile reached his eyes, but he made no move to hand over the object. "I told you he'd do this," Heero grumbled to the older man. His eyes turned and riveted onto Duo's next. "What do you want?" "Want? Me?" Duo asked, all innocence. "Oh, I getcher. Nothing, for me personally. I only want to see to it that it's returned to its rightful owner, which, as far as I can tell, is neither of you." He either held all the cards at the table and was a winner, or he was about to be shot on the spot. It looked to him as if that Heero fellow was itching for the latter. "If you kill me, you won't get it back," he said. Heero's eyes went wide with surprise. Heh, heh... he'd guessed right. Cool. Pargon chuckled. "No one is going to kill you, Mr. Duo." "Maxwell. Mr. Maxwell. Duo's the first name. And that's real kind of you to say, sir, but if you check that guy's right hand, it's fingering the gun in his pocket with a bit more relish than I'm comfortable with." "Mr. Yuy!" Pargon admonished the guard much like a schoolmaster might an errant child. Heero blushed and folded his hands on the table. "I don't trust him." Not an apology, but it was probably the naked truth. Duo could respect that, but still! He made as if to stand and go. "Let's give him a reason to trust us," Pargon said kindly. "So, Mr. Maxwell, you would like to give the...item... to Her Highness in person, then?" Duo relaxed and smiled approvingly. "Just so I know she actually gets it and I'm not fingered for a crook later when it doesn't happen to make it back into her treasure box, if you get my meaning?" Heero jumped to his feet and slammed both fists on the table, rattling the glasses. "Why wouldn't we return it? Are YOU calling US double-dealing thieves!?" "Sit down!" It was an order. And, apparently, Pargon's orders were Heero's commands to be followed. He plunked himself down into a sulky slump. "I agree," Pargon said, directing his speech to Duo and not to the guard. "You should receive the honor you deserve as an honest citizen returning a very valuable keepsake, and you have every right to see that it is done properly. I am certain that the princess will be delighted to meet such an honest, loyal subject first hand." Wow! Oh, yeah! "You mean, I get to meet the princess?" "Far more than you deserve," Heero muttered. "That's cool, really, really cool. When?" Duo asked Pargon, ignoring the surly, but oh-so handsome man opposite him. "If you have the...item ... on you, we can go right now," Pargon said. "We'll take you." "I don't got it on me," Duo said, ever cautious. "But I can get it in a minute. Can I bring a friend along?" An eyewitness, just in case. "No!" Heero snapped. "He's turning this into a three-ring circus. I said he would. That sort always is up to no good." Circus? Good guess, Heero. "Just a friend for backup," I assured them both. "He doesn't have to meet the princess, just see that things are kosher and I get out okay." "I can assure you everything will be above board," Pargon said, thinking it over. "However, I suppose you would feel more comfortable in the company of a friend." "I gotta call him first. He might not even come and then it's back to just me taking my chances alone, okay?" "Agreed," Pargon said before Heero could object again. Duo walked to the back of the bar and placed a call to his borderline-trustworthy buddy. "Trowa? Glad I gotcha. Say, you gotta minute? Maybe thirty or so. Just need someone to watch my back." Duo mentally counted up what percentage of the cash he'd stolen that morning he'd be willing to part with. "Yeah, it pays. The usual. Where are you now? Can you be at Gundam Bar in ten? Cool. Oh, it'll be good, don't worry. A story you can tell your grandchildren...okay, Catherine's grandchildren, then. 'Kay." He returned to the table, where the talking died the moment he arrived back. "He's coming. We got time for a beer." He winked at the glowering guard. "I'll be right back with the...item. I'll take the ale on tap." Whether it was Pargon or the guard who bought him the drink, although his money was on the old man, one was waiting for him when he'd returned from his hidey-hole office. He downed it quickly before his friend arrived wanting one of his own. Pargon drove. Heero sat crammed into the back with Trowa and Duo. Although it only took five minutes to get to the gates and another two to tour the grounds and stop at a side entrance, it felt all of a tense ten minutes. Pargon held the door and Heero led the way inside. Duo couldn't help but admire the luxurious surroundings, never having seen anything like it before. Trowa was doing the same, but hid his awe better beneath a mask of ennui. Pargon stopped them in a vastness of marble and gold leaf, and spoke to Trowa. "If you come with me for refreshments, sir?" "I should be there to witness him returning something," Trowa replied. He looked to Duo. "That's what you want?" "Change of heart. I think," Duo said with a meaningful wink, "I'll be okay. I don't think Heero here's gonna off me in the palace. This won't take me long. Hey, Pargon? Maybe you can show my buddy around a little?" "We may tour the west wing, if you are interested, Sir?" Pargon asked Trowa, who nodded in reply. "Just enjoy the sights," Duo said, driving home the point, hopefully. Lots of merchandise for the taking? "Right," Trowa said with a shrug. Duo watched as the man escorted his friend a few doors down, pointing out the period furniture. The crazy idea running rickshaw around his head. Trowa had a good eye for picking out surveillance devices and loved challenges. What bigger one would be lifting a few less traceable items from the palace? Something to mull over. "All right! While they go for tea," Duo paused to turn and smile at Heero, "take me to your leader." Heero almost smiled. Duo swore he saw a twitch of his lips before he clamped down with that scowl. "The princess is waiting in the east wing." Duo continued on with Heero for company past a door that opened into a gallery of art. Duo was no expert, but he suspected everything was authentic and worth what Duo estimated roughly in his head- and lost count of the zeroes after multiplying 23 x 100,000 plus 14 X 50,000- to be a whole lot. Heero stood to the side and gestured for Duo to go first into a room so entirely decorated in pink that Duo felt an instant headache stab at his temples. "Oh, my God." Heero bumped him, none too gently. "Princess Relena, may I present Duo Maxwell, the man who... recovered your bracelet. Duo, the princess." He whispered, "Bow, idiot," behind his hand to the near comatose young thief. "I am pleased to meet you-" Duo jumped to life, removing his cap and bowing low over her outstretched hand. "Mr.-oh!" Her greeting was cut off by a hollow "thunk" as a yard-long rope of braided hair hit the parquet and coiled like a snake at the young lady's feet. When he "worked", Duo hid his trademark braid under a hat of some sort, otherwise he'd draw attention. Thieves or any criminals for that matter did not want to draw attention to themselves. He'd worn it wound beneath his cap all day and had forgotten all about it, until now. "Um, sorry 'bout that, miss, er, Princess." His face was as pink as the room, pinker, if it were possible. "Give her the bracelet," Heero instructed. Out of the corner of his eyes, Duo watched as Heero examined his hair, traveling from ragged tip to the back of Duo's neck and around again for a return trip. Yeah, he liked it. "Heero! Be polite!" She chided, but her tone wasn't in the least harsh and, in fact, seemed more teasing. "Oh, yeah, sure." Duo's hand dove into his pants pocket and withdrew the sparkling treasure. "Here you go." "Mr. Maxwell, I wish to thank you for your scrupulousness and for returning this so promptly." The glittery bracelet passed from thief to princess without skin touching skin. "It's the right thing to do," Duo mumbled, still hardly able to look at her face. "It was a gift from my father, now deceased. A treasure I'll always cherish." Sure, Duo thought, so you just accidently tossed it out of your car? When Duo did gather the courage to look her in the eye, she was staring into Heero's. She was standing next to the handsome guard, cradling one of his larger hands in her slender ones. "Well, ah, take good care of it," Duo said. "I have...will. What would you wish for as a reward from me?" she asked. Caught flat-footed by her direct question-he'd expected, maybe, a little cash bonus tucked covertly into his hand by Pargon on his way out the door- Duo gaped, speechless, while fiddling with the tip of his braid. "He doesn't want anything," Heero told her. "He's going now." "Oh, now, a young man like you must want something?" she said coyly. Duo shifted uncomfortable with the thought that she might be flirting with him. "Ah, no, ma'am, ER, princess." Then it occurred to him that he could make use of this wonderful opportunity. "Well, I can think of one thing?" Heero moaned and turned away to hide his anger. Thirty minutes later, Duo was skipping to keep up with Heero's determined stride. "C'mon, admit it! Giving me a palace tour wasn't so bad, was it? Good exercise, my brilliant repartee to keep things rolling-?" Heero shook his head. "It could have been worse, yes." "Is this the way out? I don't recall coming this way before. Man, I'd be lost here without you," Duo said, with a flirtatious smile. In actuality, he'd been mapping out the entire interior for study later. Add Trowa's findings to his and... who knows? "What's this?" he asked just as he was pushed into a room the size of a large broom closet but with tidier appointments. Heero's hard body pressed against his, backing him to a wall. "Hey, I like you too, but-!" "Will you just the fuck shut up?" Heero whispered through clenched teeth. Duo nodded. He felt Heero's hand on his hip, feeling around, and closed his eyes. It wasn't how he'd imagined the moment to unfold- he had far more romantic scenarios drafted out- but he wanted the contact so much he dared not breathe. The hand brushed over the front of his pants and his erection pulsed expectantly. Great. Just great. The hand found what it had been searching for, and Duo felt an object drop into his pocket. What was that? His eyes asked what his voice couldn't. "I don't want it," Heero rasped. "How did you get it? You some kind of a magician? You would be, considering my luck. My best friend's a clown." "She dumped it back on me while you were studying your feet." "I was not - Oh, yeah, she was holding your hand. I thought that was cute. Heh, heh, so the princess is sweet on you?" "Yes," Heero said, but it came out a growl. "Just give it back and tell her she's not your type, or something." "I have and she... won't accept it. It's improper for a member of her guard to accept...presents. I've told her that, but she won't-" "Rough. Listen, I don't know what you expect me to do with this. I can't do anything with it or I would have in the first place! I don't know what it is you think I do-" "You don't know anyone?" "I'll pretend you didn't mean to offend me," Duo said, putting a hard edge on his voice. "I know lots of folks. I'm a businessman." "Cut the crap. You're a thief." "Not at the moment," Duo grinned. "If anyone is, you are." Heero's face transformed from confusion to shock to anger in moments. "How did you get this, this thing back to me?" he asked pulling the bracelet from his jacket pocket. "You're not as observant as you think you are." "I saw you stealing wallets in the crowd," Heero said. He sounded exasperated, which was what Duo was going for. If the man was getting riled, he would stop thinking logically and do something impetuous-or so Duo reasoned. "No you didn't, or you would have arrested me. You just think you did." Duo was winning the argument and was enjoying it. Duo felt Heero grab his hand and cram the jeweled piece into his palm. "Can't you get someone to get this out of the city?" "Like a fence?" Heero winced. "Yes." "No one in Sanc would touch hot rocks from the palace. They're not a bright bunch of slobs, but they ain't idiots." Not to be discouraged, Heero suggested another idea. "Can't you get it out of the country?" Okay, Duo just hadn't thought of that possibility. "Oh. Well. Mebbe. It makes me wonder, though, why a good-looking dude like you would turn away a cute, rich, titled chick like that? Just curious-mmph!" Suddenly, the press of warmth was all over him. His thoughts had been roaming about, his concentration broken, or Heero wouldn't have been able to jump him like he did. Hungry lips sought out his and arms that felt like steel bands crushed the air from his lungs. It was as near to Heaven as he figured he'd ever get so he just let the other man ravish what he could reach. "Captain Yuy?" Pargon's muted voice could be heard. He was coming from a distance and, if he counted the footfalls correctly, he had Trowa with him. "Damned locator," Heero growled as he thrust Duo away so hard he slammed his head into the wall. "Ouch!" "Shhh!" Heero commanded. He stared at the face of his phone, reading a message, possibly, and then returned it to his pocket. "Come on." Duo rubbed the sore spot and stumbled out of the room. "You're sexy, all right, but you can use some work on your moves. I mean, I can take it a little rough, kinda hot, you know? But-." "Shut the fuck up, will you?" That's when Duo knew he'd gotten under this guy's skin and hooked him good. So he grinned. "Okay, if you agree to a date." "A...date?" "Yeah, mano y mano. Dinner. You gotta card? A number where I can reach you?" "No." Duo shot a glance over his shoulder. There was no time to dawdle. "I got something." He fumbled with his jacket, but managed to find a scrap of paper. He had to wait until Pargon and Trowa joined them to beg off a pen from the older man. They all stood and waited while Heero scribbled a number, folded the paper into quarters and stuffed it into Duo's hand. "Well, it's been cool, guys. Thanks, Pargon, for being so classy about this. Rides? No, we can bus home, but thanks. See ya 'round, 'Ro." And with that, Duo and Trowa left the palace. But not for good. "So, what's on your mind?" Trowa asked. "I'm not sure where to go from here." Trowa flashed him a quick smile. "I'm sure you'll think of something soon." Of course he would, but Trowa's inflection inferred more than just the run of the mill off-hand comment. "Oh? Why's that?" "Quatre called me the other day. Before I got into Sanc. He's zeroing in on something." (o) Duo was standing on the corner, waiting. He didn't often let himself be noticed that way. He stood out with his yard long braid and usually kept it concealed or loitered about in the shadows, but this time he had a feeling he'd be drawing attention any minute and didn't bother. Five minutes later, the shiny, white limousine, or what passed for one on the in the kingdom of Sanc, with its size and gas-consumption limitations, eased into the curb and stopped. He opened the back door, slid in, and the car moved. The young man seated inside greeted him a quick hug. "Duo! I hope you weren't waiting long." "Ah, no. Just a coupla minutes, Quat." He peered into the rearview mirror and tipped his invisible cap at the driver. "Hey, Rashid. How goesit?" "You find me well, thank you. How is the world treating you, Mr. Maxwell?" "Same old, same old." "I'm here to change all that." Quatre Winner had a smile that melted hearts wherever he went, but used it carefully. He wasn't a flirt. He had a man in mind whose heart was a mystery and yet it was his goal to conquer him, and it wasn't Duo Maxwell. "Well once you hear me out, your life will change for the better. Nothing will be the same again." "Uh, huh. So you say. Well? Out with it then." "As I told you over the vid-phone, I met a man at a meeting who introduced himself as a TV producer. He was very specialized, though. He made these reality shows." "Never seen one." "I haven't either, but I've heard about a few adventure series. In any case, he was working up new ideas. I tossed out a few, including the scrap yard." "God, not that hell hole. No one wants to see what goes on there-I sure as hell don't!" "Actually, he said there have been too many shows revolving about scrappers and all." "No kidding? People watch that shit?" "It's the people in the stories that audiences connect with, mostly." "Huh." Duo was amused by this. "You know I left the scrap yard and I ain't going back for some show." "Oh, yes, I know that. Here's where it gets interesting." "Good, 'cause it's lulling me ta sleep now." Quatre elbowed his good friend in the ribs. "Wake up! I only have a few minutes to tell you the rest." "Go on, then." Duo stretched out in the comfortable seat and closed his eyes. "I'm listening." "I don't know which one of us said it first, but we came up with the idea of a reality show tracking a theft-" "Criminals doing a job?" "A heist, in fact, I think that's the name he liked for it, The Heist. It would follow the lives of a jolly group of robbers from inception, through planning and carrying out the-" "Job. It's called a job. I get it. That's crazy. Committing a felony on TV with thousands of viewers as witnesses?! Besides..." "I know there are details to get worked out, but TK was certain it could be done once he ran it past 'legal', as he put it." "Uh, huh. TK, 'initials only', sounds full of confidence. Who the fuck is he? You know, I don't trust a dude without a name." "He's a famous producer of very successful shows, like-" "Spare me. Gimme a moment." The young business mogul gave his clever friend the moment he asked for. Reflection was a concept he grasped because he made decisions that effected multitudes. In fact, to give Duo a little more space he gazed out the darkened window. "And I'd be the chief thief, putting it all together?" "Well, it is what you do best." Duo's eyes shifted suspiciously to end up in a low-intensity glare at his friend. "I killed with impunity. That was what I did best." "In the war." Winner smiled and shrugged. "It really depends on your point of view. To me, your clever skills are breaking and entering and-" Duo brushed off the compliments with a casual gesture. "Yeah, yeah. What do I steal?" "That's for you to decide, I guess. He's leaving most of it up to you. Just say 'yes' and I'll give him your number for a contact. Meet him. Hear him out. Ask your questions." "Just to get this straight- I get paid to steal? On TV?" "You and anyone working with you. And you get expense accounts." Rashid looked up into the rearview mirror, and the movement caught Duo's attention. The driver's focus remained for a second or two on the eyes of his younger comrade in arms, and frowned. His moustache twitched as his mouth opened to say something. Quatre stopped him with a simple eye roll and pointed out the front window, which Duo interpreted as: Drive on. I know what I'm doing. Before the others noticed, Duo pretended to have missed the drama while flipping through his little notebook and adding a note with his pen. Something was up for sure, but not letting them know that he knew was probably a good thing for Duo. All he said was, "It's something to consider, you got me there. Let me mull this about and get back to you." "All right. Here's my stop coming up. Rashid will drop you wherever you'd like. Thanks for listening and I'll call you later," Quatre said as he hopped out of the car with his briefcase in front of the Inter-Colonial Assembly building. "Think about this!" "I will! I said I would and I will. So long, Quat."
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