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"Band of Steel"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, shounen-ai, yaoi in later chapters,
some language, drugs Pairings: 1x2x1, 3x4x3 Summary: With the Sanc battle of the bands contest on the horizon, do the GW boys need the exciting singer from L2 to give them the winning edge? Other credits: Songs are credited in the chapters they are used. Recognition should go to the late Mitch Hedburg for a couple of his wonderful one-liners used. In chapters 7, 11, 12, 15, 17, and 18, dialog from the anime was incorporated directly into the storyline. Acknowledgment goes to someone else for the 'cats are gay', 'knowing color names is gay', and other gay jokes sailing around the Internet. And the New Age affirmations are not mine, but may seen and heard everywhere, even in the GW universe. (Original version 2007 - this is the rewrite version
2009) "Band of Steel " Chapter 11 - You Really Got a Hold on Me "Yes!" "We did it, dudes!" "They love us!" Quatre cried out, thrilled with the audience's response to their performance. Heero and Duo's friendly banter and Duo and Quatre's hip-bouncing dancing connected with the crowd, winning them fans. Quatre and Duo embraced and hopped excitedly, laughing. Wufei smiled, Heero and Trowa exchanged congratulatory grunts. "Hn." "Hn." "Our first show was a hit!" Quatre chortled. "Yeah," Trowa mumbled. What an accomplishment! The excited blond could hardly contain himself. Trowa, however, seemed so emotionally impoverished it frightened Quatre. The warm-up band returned to playing their own music, and Duo was moving in time, dancing in place. Solo hadn't said anything more to Duo, so Quatre felt their rift was sealed for the time being. Heero stood, his eyes open wider than usual, intent on something, his arms tense at his sides. Quatre smiled. Duo. Heero was staring at Duo. There was a hungry look in his dark, blue eyes, as if he would devour the braided singer; at least, that was how Quatre interpreted his friend's expression. He worried about their lack of interaction, though. They did not renew the closeness they'd had exchanging jokes on stage. Quatre was sure the man singing with the new Sweepers band, the guy called Solo, had to be the cause. He caught Heero glaring at Solo's back with a look that could stop a heart in a moment, before turning away, and closing the lid on his guitar case. The roiling dark emotions hit Quatre between the eyes, causing him to sway in place. Even with the overhead fan blowing the humid air across the top of his head, the air was thick with unsaid words. Quatre hated the pent up hurt, jealousy, and betrayal radiating off of Heero. There were times he envied Duo and Heero's passionate reactions, wishing Trowa was more demonstrative, but not at the moment. They should be basking in the glow of success, not wallowing in relationship pitfalls! He wanted the bad feelings to go away, the problems be resolved, the feelings known, but didn't want to be the one to start talking. Once he got started, he knew there would be no controlling what Duo might say or do. Also, there was something about the set of Heero's jaw which said, "Leave me alone," mirroring Duo's own sentiments and giving Quatre a reason to clamp his mouth shut. The strident music played background to the mix of emotions. Quatre thought Heero had good reason to be mad and hurt. Duo should have warned them all about some "ex" they might run into here on L2. But he should have talked to Heero about it in the very least, since it seemed he and Heero had some understanding. But then, Heero's relationship with Relena was pretty confusing. But, but, but...! Thinking about Duo and Heero was a painful reminder of how little progress he and Trowa were making. Quatre restrained his threatening tears, but his chest tightened painfully. What had he done to push Trowa away? How could he get Trowa to pay attention to him again? To want him the way Heero obviously wanted Duo? Quatre didn't know any magic tricks, but he could keep trying and get close whenever he could. Quatre was about to approach Trowa and offer to help him wrap up cables, when Zechs reappeared, looking uncharacteristically harried. "Zechs? Sir? Did you catch any of our act?" Quatre asked him, heaping on the politeness. "I'm sorry, I only heard the last song and that from way in the back, but the club was rocking. Would you excuse me a moment, Quatre." As Zechs turned away to speak to a club employee charged with storing their equipment for the next evening's gig, Trowa, Heero, Wufei, and Duo gathered closer to hear what Zechs had to say about the gig. "First, tell me how you feel you did," Zechs asked. "Just fine," Trowa answered, and then abruptly changed turned the heat on the older man. "Did you have your meeting with Lady Une?" That was a strange thing to ask, Quatre thought. He wondered if Trowa had a very personal reason for his concern-- if he wasn't developing an attachment for the woman. Trowa and Lady Une had dated a few times. Oh, dear. His heart sank. That would explain why Trowa was ignoring him-- Lady Une. Quatre had pointedly spent time with Trowa, seeking him out when he could, and they had kissed, but he could not bring himself to be any more overt or aggressive, not without some new sign of interest from Trowa, and lately, he had had very little to suggest more than friendship. Now he felt really discouraged. "It's the funniest thing," Zechs said, although Quatre could tell his mood wasn't as light as his tone of voice. "One minute I saw her. The next minute she was gone. I could have sworn she was in the company of at least two other men. She didn't answer her cell phone, so I followed her, or who I thought had to be her, and became lost in the side streets. It took me a long time to find my way back here, which is why I missed your performance, sorry to say." As Duo joined the conversation, Quatre noticed his eyes shining with purpose and excitement; it made Quatre want to become a part of whatever plan the other boy was formulating. He was as super-charged as Trowa was laid back, and both types attracted Quatre. Maybe I should get some training in the art of seduction from Duo, Quatre thought. Heat rose to his cheeks as he came to the conclusion that right now he felt desire for any cute male, and he was surrounded by five, Zechs included, and was grateful there were no mind readers among them. "Where did you lose her?" Duo asked. "A bar called the White Fang," Zechs said. "I entered shortly after her, but once inside, I never caught sight of her or the men with her again." "Doesn't surprise me," Duo said. "Below these buildings are tunnels linking the machinery that keeps the environmentals going, such as they are. Sectors are distinguished by the different underground activities-- water purification, atmosphere production, sewer and garbage, and on and on. If you know what's up, you can travel the tunnels all over the colony and avoid detection. My guess is that she disappeared into one of these chambers either willingly or not." "But why?" Duo's fey face became dark and troubled. He swiftly scanned the room. With a lowered his voice he said, "Because the syndicate works that way! We can be pretty sure she's not a part of the syndicate, seeing as she's head of the Meteor Music record label. I'll bet Treize doesn't like her coming into his territory. They don't take lightly to alliance activists." He looked at Heero sharply, adding, "Not even pretty lady ones like Relena and Lady Une." "They are not activists, Duo," Zechs assured him. "Don't be so sure," Duo snapped. "Nature's Concern is in direct opposition to lots of the Syndicate-operated industries. Relena's going to be their spokesperson in no time with all her social status and celebrity. A-aand which is why the syndicate, through OZ, backs Dorothy's new employer, ELF. They go and blow up places and give the environmentalists a bad name and Nature's Concern takes the hit. I know, I know... you think I'm making this all up. Anyway, my bet's on trouble. She's been kidnapped." "Then we have to go after her!" Quatre cried out. "No, it's too dangerous. You are musicians, not vigilantes-- not anymore," Zechs added quickly, then drew a deep, cleansing breath, and let it out to the count of eight. Calmer, he began with another affirmation, the source of his strength. "We are here to follow our own path, but we can also assist others on their own along the way, so...We go back to the hotel and call the police." "Excellent idea," said Wufei. "Quatre, are you feeling okay? You look feverish." "I-I'm fine, just overheated," he stammered. Feeling ashamed at being caught staring at Trowa, who was stretching his arms and pulling his t-shirt tightly across his chest, Quatre nearly missed Duo and Heero's silent communication. Duo opened his mouth to argue with Zechs, but, catching Heero's irate expression, he appeared to change his mind and clamped his mouth shut. He shrugged as if to accept Zechs' reasoning without argument and followed the others out the door. "Zechs," Heero said behind Quatre's back. "Duo and I are going to take a walk. We'll be back to the hotel in an hour or so." Zechs shook his head. "We should stick together. I don't want you going off and getting into trouble." Quatre noticed then that Heero was pointedly holding Duo's hand, making it clear to Zechs that they wanted a little time alone, and not that they were planning to conduct independent investigations. He wondered at Heero's boldness, knowing how Zechs felt about Relena's involvement with Heero. Zechs didn't want his little sister hurt, and if Heero started dating a boy, Duo, how could Relena not feel cheated and humiliated? But what if it was true love? "Duo knows his way around," Quatre assured Zechs. He moved into whispering range and added, "They need to work out a problem, really." Trowa offered to take Duo's bag containing his change of costume, such as it was, but Wufei surprised him by grabbing Duo's bag first, telling Trowa that he could take Heero's gear bag back to the hotel. "Ah, thanks, Barton," Heero said, then assured Zechs in a firm tone, "I'll make sure Duo stays out of trouble. We won't go far or be long," From Heero's manner alone, Quatre could tell he wasn't asking for permission; he was informing their guardian of his plans. There was nothing for Zechs to do but say "fine," and watch them walk off in another direction. "Drinks and cards in my room," Zechs said as if he'd resigned himself to taking control of the ones he could. "You can tell me all about the wonderful show I missed tonight." He wiggled his foot and made a face. "Oh, damn, my sandal strap broke." "I can fix that!" Quatre cried out, pleased to be of service. "I brought an emergency repair kit." "You can sew?" Trowa asked, his eyes dancing rare with amusement. "Yes." Quatre felt defensive again. "Me, too. Always on tent repair duty," Trowa explained. "Really?" Quatre smiled and relaxed. "Tell me all about it." Never miss an opportunity! He reminded himself that it ain't over till it's over. (o) Heero checked over his shoulder and once he was sure no one was following them, asked, "We're going after Une, right?" "Yeah, um, that's okay with you?" "Yes." "Okay, just wanted to make sure you and me were on the same track before I take you for a tour of the bowels of L2." Heero felt his heart rate take off on a trip of its own when Duo looked him over and smiled. He made no move to release Duo's hand, though, as Duo started forward, but planted his feet. He had to know one thing. Duo tugged and turned. "Uh, I thought we were cool about this." "Solo." Duo winced as if he knew it had been just too good to be true that Heero would let that go by without comment. "Oh, yeah, him. Well, we were in the band together. He was like my big brother." "Brother? Don't fuck with me, Duo. He wasn't looking at you like a brother." Duo pressed his lips into a tight line and jerked on his hand, trying to get free, but Heero wouldn't release him. Instead, Heero dragged him across the street on their way to the White Fang club destination, hoping Duo would feel more like talking if he didn't have to look him in the eye. "I think Solo was your boyfriend and you walked out on him. You have a problem with telling me the truth?" "I don't lie, Heero." Duo nearly spat that at him. "To me he was just, well, I thought of him more like a brother-- okay, one with privileges, but it was him that didn't want me. He didn't even want to come with Hilde and me to tour Earth. Said I carried too much overhead. I wasn't worth the trouble to him, so as I see it, he dumped me. Just another piece of garbage he could replace with-" "You," Heero said, stopping abruptly on the far side of the street and gripping Duo securely by the shoulders, "are not garbage. You are the sexiest, most talented guy I've ever met. You make our band hot and drive me crazy." "Oh." Duo swallowed. Heero wanted. He wanted Duo to fall into his arms and be swept away by the emotional torrent. He wanted to believe every word Duo said and believe Solo was out of his life. He wanted to kiss Duo and make believe he was his. Heero allowed a smile to flicker around the edges of his lips, and Duo relaxed. "I mean it, Heero. Solo wasn't 'the one', you know?" "Hn." Should he kiss him here? Heero waited a second too long and missed his opening. Duo cocked his head to the side and asked, "White Fang's up ahead. Wanna go in?" "Yes." Duo entered as if he owned the place, impressing Heero with his moxy, his spirit. This was no time to appear unsure, or things would start to unravel, but the guy had to know what they were doing was dangerous, as Zechs had suggested, and yet, Duo gave away nothing. He showed no fear. Duo nodded to a barmaid, beckoning her closer, and shoved a couple bills in her hand. "Tunnels." "You repair dudes?" she asked. Her eyes gave them both the once over. "Cute." She made the money disappear. "This way." Heero walked behind Duo, his eyes straight ahead, but scanning covertly for others watching them. They went behind the counter, down between the racks of cleaned glassware, and saw the lines of the door in the linoleum floor. Duo shoved the rack of stemware out of the way. "Hey," the barmaid said, "Take it easy with the glass." Duo offered her a "sorry" and Heero ignored her, using the opportunity to push Duo aside and take over. Heero lifted the trapdoor and looked. It was pitch-black down below. They hadn't a flashlight, but it wouldn't have looked good to back out. So, hoping there was light switch somewhere, he lowered himself through the opening until his foot caught the first rung of a wooden ladder. He just barely saw it as he was going down, tucked away behind a beam next to the door opening. He clicked it on, and continued down, Duo after him. There was a wide, steel-clad fire door off to the right. It was filthy dirty. Instead of a lock, there was a latch and hasp, held shut by a twisted piece of broken-off hanger. Heero untwisted it partway, became impatient and then snapped the metal apart, coating his hands with dirt. "Wheeoo," Duo whistled. "If you're trying to impress me with your strength, you succeeded." Duo stuffed his fingers into the crack around the door and tried pulling it open, his forehead breaking out with perspiration. Heero imagined the dust in the air settling against it and sticking, and he wanted to lick it off with his tongue. Instead, Heero put his added weight into it and shoved the door aside on its roller. He pawed around on the other side until he found the light switch. He turned it on and saw a bigger chunk of basement, just as coated with dirt scum as the one behind them. Up ahead, he heard the humming of machinery. Duo trotted back to the foot of the stirs and shouted up."Hey!" The barmaid heard, came over and looked down. She stood with her legs pressed together and her palms flat against the front of her thighs, so Duo couldn't peek up her skirt. "I gotta lot of customers here. Whatdoya want?" Duo replied, "We're going through this way, but we'll be needing to exit the way we came in. You can lower the trap door partway now, but leave it open a crack." She started to bitch about how it wasn't her job to man the trapdoors, but Duo had already left. When Duo rejoined Heero, they closed off the sound of her voice with a yank of the fire door. "That way is a corridor," Heero said. It looked low-ceilinged with concrete walls that were dirt-gray except where fresh concrete had dribbled away and showed flaky white. At the end was another fire door, but this one was padlocked. He turned the knob, his ear close to the lock, and heard the nearly inaudible clicks. He tugged on the lock and it released. "Where did you learn to do that?" Heero asked. "Solo hadn't been good for much, but he did teach me how to listen to the tumbler on a padlock, something he picked up from his safe-cracking days." "Let's get going," Heero growled. Together, Duo and Heero slid the door open and went through to a part that was already lit. The humming was louder ahead of them. They came to the end of the corridor a little ways after that door, and found a relatively clean room, with a battered old desk and a girlie calendar on the wall. Heero examined the calendar, noting that the month was correct and the days had been crossed off, up to that day. An old clock on the desk had the right time, within ten minutes. The radio was on but playing static for an oldies station not completely tuned in. Heero bumped into the radio by mistake, jiggling the dial so that the tune came in clearly. "....You
treat me badly "Shit," he hissed. Duo nodded and placed his finger to his lips, indicating silence. There wasn't anybody visible except a cat stretching itself awake beside the desk. The cat woke up when the music blared out, and slunk away to the doorway where the humming was coming from. "I
don't want you, It was brightly lit beyond the doorway. Heero got a glimpse of metal stairs going up and a lot of grimy, black machinery and a guy with a striped train engineer's cap sitting on a kitchen chair. Heero's blood ran so cold that he froze in place, but, as he watched, the man didn't move. On closer examination, Heero noticed that he was wearing headphones. "You
do me wrong now On the opposite wall, there was the door of the freight elevator. The elevator creaked as metal scraped against straining metal; it was moving. Duo yanked Heero backwards against a far wall. Heero leaned back into Duo's chest, making no attempt to push away the embracing arms. He could feel Duo's heart beat a tattoo on his back in counter time to his own. "I
love you and all I want you to do The elevator doors parted, and a woman stepped out. She wore glasses and her hair pinned into a tight, dark bun, but, more importantly, she was accompanied by a tall man. He was handsome with wavy, golden brown hair. "Une... and Treize," Duo hissed, his head twisted around to glance over his shoulder. "We gotta move." "I
want to leave you Duo yanked on Heero's arm, backing him further into the shadows. (o) Zechs dealt the cards again. Quatre looked at his hand and chose two cards to exchange, hoping for better ones. Wufei wore a smug expression of supreme confidence; Trowa sat, his face inscrutable. He had the perfect poker face, like the Great Sphinx with his enigmatic smile one moment and a bland countenance the next. Quatre could watch Trowa all night and not know what occupied his imagination. Even his emotions were tightly leashed. He exhibited none now. Quatre tried to get an impression from each player, but he was completely barred from knowing Trowa's feelings. Zechs was inattentive. Quatre guessed that his mind drifted away from the game on a journey to find the two missing band mates. Whatever Heero and Duo were doing, Quatre sensed more tension coming from them than romance. And then Quatre found himself paralyzed by a storm of emotion. With a catch in his throat, a sharp and sudden stab of worry overtook his senses. "Oh!" he said mid gasp. Wufei sighed and shook his head in utter despair. "Quatre, to play card games you must keep your feelings under wrap. You do yourself an injustice by... Dear Gods! Are you all right? Trowa give me a hand here!" Wufei relayed his remaining orders in rapid-fire Cantonese. To Quatre, the language always sounded like a show down, as if the participants had pulled out twin Israeli Uzi submachine guns and fired away. He felt the words' penetration, clutched at his heart and caved inwards, collapsing onto the small circular table. (o) "I
love you and all I want you to do "I won't be pushed around by you, Treize. I have my own company now. I'm no longer your drudge." The woman's voice sounded strong and certain. "You are here. That is provocation enough for me to--" There was a pause and then, "Would somebody turn that damn music off? Who's attending the machines down here?" Treize Khushrenada shouted. There was no answer to his request, and the music continued to blare out its sentiments. "You've
really got a hold on me "I am here to observe one band on its first tour, that's all. I have no interest in stepping on your toes," she said. "But I have an interest in stepping on yours," Treize said in a low intimidating voice, "my dutiful Une." "What do you mean?" "I have a job for you. Nothing big. But it would make up for your...mistakes. " "I just told you; I don't report to you any longer!" "You do this for me and I might let you keep this band of interest. You know, I heard that Shinigami first. He could have been mine." Heero felt Duo shudder in response to Kushrenada's hidden threat, and he had an overwhelming desire to throttle the evil man. Good thing Duo's arms held him firmly in place. "What is it you want of me?" Une asked, her voice low. "You remember Chief Engineer Tsuberov at the Lunar Recording Studios? He has perfected a new, fabulously efficient method of mass-producing recordings. I either want him in my employ or his secrets in my hands. Oh, and I will stop at nothing to accomplish my goal." "You hurt me, Treize Khushrenada, and I vow to get you back!" Lady Une cried. "Besides, you have a new assistant. Why not use Miss Noin to do your dirty work?" "Who says I'm not?" Heero could feel his nasty grin even if he couldn't see it. "Oh,
oh, oh, I want to split now "That damned music! I'm going to see who's not minding his job," Treize grumbled. "Shit," Duo hissed in his ear, and Heero couldn't agree more. "He's coming this way." The song ended and the station blared out a commercial announcement. They had to move or be discovered. (o) "So irresistible, this swimming through a tub of honey, and my eyelids are so heavy. If only that idiot would stop calling my name I could really enjoy..." "Quatre!" Zechs voice cried out. I've got to wake up! "Ugh, my head," Quatre said, groaning. "Alya!" "Heaven," Zechs translated automatically. "He's delusional!" Quatre blinked, focused, and his field of vision was filled with Trowa's face. "Israfel!" "Ah, that's the angel of music who will sound the trumpets on the Day of Judgment," Zechs said. "I think he's hallucinating." "That's obvious if he's staring at Barton," Wufei groused. "Angel, indeed!" Trowa said nothing. He continued to cradle Quatre in his arms and stare into Quatre's eyes. Quatre squeezed his hand. "I'm okay, now. Better, really." Quatre sat up reluctantly, although he remained in contact with Trowa's warm, solid chest, leaning back into it for support. "You were worried about me?" he asked Wufei. "You collapsed, Quatre," Zechs told him. "How are you feeling?" "Like something... dreadful has happened." "Duo and Heero-?" Wufei asked. "I assume they are the cause." Quatre's answer was interrupted by the ringing of Zech's cell phone. "Hold that thought." Zechs flipped the phone open. "Hello? Who? Say that again? Oh, no. Not...that. Yes, he's here. I'll put him on." Zechs handled the phone to Quatre. "This may have been the cause of your breakdown. Quatre, you should take this call back in the bedroom." (o) In the time it took Heero to determine they had no time to run, Duo had dropped his jacket to the ground, ripped his own thin t-shirt over his head, and torn off his jeans and shoes, leaving himself stark naked. Heero was struck blind, deaf, and totally dumb. Not in his wildest imaginings could he have thought the boy would lose his mind under pressure. "Wha--?" Duo reached for and unzipped Heero's pants, yanked them down with his boxers, and man-handled his body down to the floor. Heero was grateful it was dark. He didn't want to know what was on the surface of the ground where Duo's bare ass was in contact. He wanted to revel in the feel of the naked boy beneath him, but not this way. He bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning aloud. He was becoming aroused, but he could feel that Duo was not, his limp cock pressed firmly against Heero's abdomen. He was trembling from the chilled ground or fright, Heero couldn't tell. Where their bare skin came into contact was a coat of sweat infused with terror. "Nuh-" Heero grunted. "Kiss me," Duo demanded. He gripped a hank of Heero's hair and pulled their faces together. "Hide me," he whispered just as the heavy footfalls scraped the cement floor near Heero's feet. Hide him, yes, that at least made sense. He kissed those lips and tried to permeate their contact with all the courage he could muster. Duo moaned loudly, and it was all Heero could do not to moan with him, except that his throat had tightened into taut band of constricted tissue. "Oh, yes, mooooore!" Duo cried out. "What's this? Oh, for the love of... It's two fucking fairies!" Khushrenada's voice cut through the drone of machinery like a finely sharpened sword through soft butter. They were joined by the sharp click click of high heels on the ground. "Who is that pathetic breath of a boy? Something familiar about him." "I have no idea who it is you might be referring to," Lady Une replied. Her voice sounded pinched and artificial. "Haven't I seen you someplace before?" Treize asked leaning closer. Heero knew the man couldn't see Duo's face and was just goading him. He squeezed Duo tighter hoping he'd not start talking. Didn't work. "Yeah, that's why I don't go there anymore," Duo snapped back. "Oh, a funny whore! No matter. I suppose they're both just street rats practicing their trade." "We work in the club," Duo huffed over Heero's shoulder, being careful to keep his face hidden. "We're on break. The barman said we could smoke, or whatever, down here." Heero wiggled back into his own pants and gathered Duo's, pushing them between them, spreading them out to cover Duo as best he could, all the while keeping his body between Treize and Duo's face. He was dreadfully embarrassed, terrified, and angry all at once. He wanted to thrash the simpering, superior smile from the man's face. And, Lady Une, had she recognized who they were? He could never look her in the eye again. What would she think? The next words, however, made him consider how much he valued his life more. "What do you think, my Lady?" Khushrenada asked in a mocking way, pretending he cared what Une said or thought. "Should I call the stupid guard, bring these two invaders to his attention? Or just call my own men and have these two arrested for debauchery and breaking and entry and locked up in the most wretched of the Organization of the Zodiac's prisons... GrubeHollenfeuer?" Heero hadn't heard of the OZ prison, GrubeHollenfeuer, but he could tell from the Duo's startled reaction that it must have been an abysmal place. He could recall the phrase "in die Grube fahren," which meant 'to give up the ghost," and guessed the place was a miserable pit. As the powerful man's lips tightened into a malicious sneer, Heero knew Treize was about to fill him in on the grisly details. "Oh, yes. As I recall, the accommodations are based on a prisoner's ability to pay. The poorest are stuck in the darkest dungeon, where the air is fetid. Fresh air enters only through a crack in the wall and the lucky ones make tools of eating utensils to enlarge the cracks. Holes emitting sighs like breaths from the dying--," Treize paused to let the information settle in. "And I'm sure... you haven't... a penny... on... you." His voice seemed to unwind with these words, and, like the clock on the desk, stopped. Heero and Duo both struggled to their feet, scrabbling in panic on the oil-slicked floor, and jumped backward as far into the shadows as possible. Heero spread Duo's jacket over his head, hiding his conspicuous braid and blocking his recognizable face was blocked from the man's view, maneuvering around just as Treize moved. "We got nothing," Duo said just this side of sounding desperate. He jerked his pants over his hips and grappled with the zipper in the dark. "You're right, but in a few minutes our boss'll come looking for us if we don't make it back to work. We got connections, whoever you are." Heero thought that Duo had better keep his mouth shut and not provoke the man even more. What he did not know, and what an experienced L2 survivor like Duo did, was that a job with connections was good as gold. Also, Duo had implied that they had no idea who they were talking to, which just might save their lives. Suddenly, the mood changed. "Get the hell outta my sight and back to your jobs and I'd better not catch you fucking around these tunnels again. They are off limits!" Treize shouted. Just as they thought they were safe, a gun fired.
GrubeHollenfeuer : Hellfire pit
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