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Power Trip	By : kracken Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3344 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Power Trip
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He concentrated on the burning in his legs, the muscles that protested that he had over worked them and that there would be hell to pay later. Duo was surprisingly heavy for someone much smaller than himself, or anyone in that group, for that matter. Solid muscle weighed more, Milliardo decided and all of Duo's jewelry, dog tags, and weapons probably hidden on his person.

The man seemed to be dozing against him, body slack and breathing uneven. Milliardo wasn't certain whether that helped his progress or not. Without Duo's chatter, he was focusing too much on the climb still ahead of him, the danger they might be facing from enemies they might not know about, and his worry about Duo's health. Each step was an act of determination, sweat rolling down his face and body, and his eyes narrowed to tunnel vision.

The click of Duo's gun started him into freezing in his tracks. "Don't move!" Duo barked in his ear.

"Maxwell?" Milliardo said, and then saw the man in hiding himself, tucked into the low undergrowth and rocks. His agents weren't far behind in drawing their weapons and shouting at the man to drop his.

The man stood up with something in his hand, eyes wide and obviously terrified.

"Pressure bomb," Duo whispered in his ear. "Meet you terror group's demolitions expert. Get ready to drop me and duck down. He's still far enough away where shrapnel might be survivable. It's gonna be ugly, though."

"Don't fire!" Milliardo snarled back, but it was too late. Duo's gun sounded in Milliardo's ear.

Falling flat was an exercise that was impossible. Milliardo managed a sideways collapse with Duo on his protected side. He felt Duo's legs and arms dig into him as the terrorist dropped dead with a bullet neatly between his eyes and his pressure bomb went off.

It was ugly. Blood and terrorist splattered everywhere along with parts of the forest. When everything had settled to the ground again, Milliardo said to Duo, who was panting in his ear as if he had run a mile, "The report that I plan to make on your misconduct, Maxwell, is going to be very long," Milliardo gritted out.

"Put me in jail for twenty years, just... just get off my leg," Duo replied in obvious distress.

Milliardo felt the shock as he realized how he had landed. Protecting Duo had not included being careful of the man's injuries. He struggled up and onto his feet, as shaky as a newborn colt, and barked at Shef, "Check Maxwell, now!"

"Injuries?" Shef called out as he climbed to his feet and strode over to Duo.

A few agents called out that they had cuts and scrapes, but nothing dangerous, Milliardo was glad to hear. The terrorist had been holding the bomb high enough to reduce any flying rocks to a minimal. They were all covered in gore, though, and no one was immune to being shaken by that fact. It was one thing to kill a man and another to be forced to carry the proof.

"Bleeding," Shef announced as he hurried to treat Duo's leg wound. Milliardo tried to see but he couldn't turn enough and keep Duo's weight balanced.

"Uh, something for the pain, Barbecue," Duo said as if he almost couldn't get enough breath to say the words.

Milliardo smelled antiseptics and heard spray bottles. Packages were being opened and he heard Duo grunt, probably from an injection. "Dirt in the wound. I cleaned it out as best I could in this situation," Shef announced, and then, "Good to go, sir. Hope we get a dust off quick."

"Keep moving, then," Milliardo ordered and ignored the uncertain comments and groans of people stressed to their limits. He took point, head down and Duo's weight dragging at him, and they were shamed in to following without any more complaints.

"Why would the moron blow himself up?" Hawkins wanted to know as he trudged beside Milliardo. "Why not just set the bomb and back off?"

Milliardo paused, considering that very thing, and then moved forward more cautiously. "Look for trip wires. Get up front Diaz, with the scanner."

The man nervously moved forward, scanner out.

"That was probably the only charge he had left," Duo said after long moments. "Can't throw it. Last act."

"Fanatic," Hawkins grumbled as he shook an arm to free it of things none of them wanted to think too hard about. "I suppose a million little pieces won't ever tell us what a man's willing to die for."

Milliardo could almost feel Duo smile against his back. They had both been fanatics to their causes and they could understand a man's last act to give his life for it.

When they reached the top, finally, and began clearing brush and smaller trees for pickup, Milliardo found a log to sit on while Shef unstrapped Duo from his back. He stretched Duo out on the ground and checked his pupils and pulse. "Out," he announced at last. "We really need a hospital, sir."

"Make the call," Milliardo ordered. "Get these trees cleared quickly. We'll have to have an air lift, so I would appreciate if the pick up ship doesn't get branches in it's machinery and crash land on us all."

They were all exhausted and looking gruesome as the sunlight slowly filled the space that they were clearing with urgent enthusiasm. Milliardo stretched his aching legs in front of him and sat with bowed head, trying to recover enough energy to stand and help them.

"Your Leg muscles are shaking, sir," Shef observed. "You're in pain."

Milliardo gave a short nod. "Nothing can be done about it, now."

"I hear a ship," Tamins shouted.

"Too soon," Milliardo grunted and then allowed that their people might have been searching for them and waiting for their call. "Make sure equipment is secure," he ordered and then tried to convince his legs to stand up. He didn't want to be seen sitting and waiting for anyone.

"Wrong noise," Duo muttered, coughed, and then louder as he stirred, blinked, and tried to sit up weakly, "Sounds all wrong!"

Hawkins cocked his head skeptically, to listen and then began scrambling towards Milliardo. "He's right! Not our ship!"

"Get under cover!" Milliardo barked and adrenaline had him on his feet. "Grab Maxwell! Levitz! Hawkins! Everyone under that lower outcropping of rock."

Duo was almost dragged between the two agents as Milliardo stayed until the last moment to make sure that all of his agents were out of the clearing and under cover. When he threw himself downhill, hit the ground hard, and then rolled to put himself under the rock, he heard a spray of bullets pepper the entire clearing as a jump ship topped the rise. The jungle growth on either side bowed down low a engines revved and then cut down power to get the ship in closer.

"On my signal!" Milliardo shouted to be heard over the engines, "We fall back and split up into the jungle."

"Keep your head down, baby, I've been keeping this one for a special occasion," Duo panted as he scrambled out from under cover and stood up.

As if tapping reserved of energy from deep down, Duo stood tall, laughed, and then flung back an arm. It rammed forward in the next instant like a catapult as bullets began spraying all around him. Something shiny and cylindrical arched upwards into the sunlight.

Duo was down and scrambling for cover, then, with Milliardo reaching out to grab him. Seconds, heartbeats, had been all that it had taken, but every heart beat had seemed an eternity to Milliardo as Duo crashed into him and they were both pulled back by the other agents.

A whoomph sound and then the force of an explosion hit them. Screaming metal, fuel tanks exploding, and then the sound of heavy metal parts slamming into the ground, proceeded a fire ball. the heat of it felt as if it was burning Milliardo's skin as he tucked down tight around Duo and put hands over his head.

"Fanatic," Milliardo said in Duo's ear, angry and appalled. He heard Duo's raspy chuckle in reply.

The engines of another jump ship followed hard on a sudden silence.

"Ours," Hawkins confirmed. "Must have seen the fire fight and used the boosters."

An illegal move down planet, but Milliardo wasn't going to fault them for it.

The air did smell like jet fuel, besides scorched plants, now, the air roiling with heat and smoke. The new ship hovered guns swiveling menacingly and made the jungle flatten.

Milliardo untangled himself from Duo, left him in Shef's care, and stepped out into the clearing. He raised his arms, but his white hair was a perfect beacon for his identity. The ship heeled over and began dropping lines.

Finally, rescue. His agents, and especially Duo, were going to get out alive. What ever failures Milliardo had to claim, that would not be one of them.
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