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Surrender	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 839 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing nor any of its characters. I only own the original characters. And nobody's paying me to write this.

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I'm pretty sure it's safe to say I'm the luckiest woman on earth, and throw in the colonies and any space station, too. Why, you ask? Well, many reasons. Number one, of course, would have to be Trowa. Now, most people don't see what I do. They see his beautiful face and that emotionless air about him. (And if he knew I called him beautiful he'd kill me, but he is, so there.) They think he's solely mission oriented and feels nothing. During the war, that may have been true, but not so anymore. He's learned it's possible to live by what reason tells you and still accept your emotions and follow them. So, I've got my pretty lover.
Another reason I'm so lucky is that along with that hunk came four of the best friends a girl could ask for. Sure, Wufei's kinda uptight and Heero's rough around the edges. Quatre can be a little too nice at times. I won't mention Duo's downfalls as it would be glaringly hypocritical. But they're all good guys. Not to mention, I am usually graced with a bit of fan service from time to time thanks to Duo's libido.
Usually I bask in the glow that is my life... I'm not basking now, though. One thing clear: I am damn good at my job. I've actually managed to tie twice with Duo in lock picking contests. I've never beat him, no one has; but I tied and that raised the entire office's opinion of me. And I'm on the same level with him when it comes to stealth, too.
My motto is to stick with what you know. But right now, I'm really wishing I was better with investigation. Like all that hacking Heero is so good at. Yeah, I'd like to know how to do that right about now. Because I want to know what's going on with the mass weapons exchange. I want to know what moron missed that detail before my boyfriend was sent on a mission that had him close to said weapons. But no one's telling me.
He's due to land in five minutes and I'm standing here in a bundle of nerves. The fact he'd been placed in unnecessary danger was bad enough. Add to it that Duo called and asked us to go straight there as soon as he gets back, and I'm ready to strangle someone. Idiot wouldn't say why and I can only guess it has something to do with Heero.
It never can just be one thing at a time, can it?
******
Ronnie leaned her back to the car, watching as people poured out from the baggage claim in waves of departing travelers. Trowa's plane had landed thirty minutes ago, at least it should have, but there was no sign of him. She pursed her lips. It was hot and she was cranky. She was worried about Heero and really wanted to find out what was going on.
On top of that, Duo kept telling her they were supposed to be home on Monday. But Trowa had sent her an email that they would be home on Sunday. Apparently Une had told Duo a different day, but the commander had to be wrong. Because Trowa had said he was on his way home.
“Veronica Lane?”
She frowned at the use of her full name and turned. The man near the trunk of her car appeared to be in his mid to late forties, plain features and clothes. She didn't recognize him, nor did she like the steel glint in his eyes.
“What?”
“You're coming with me.”
“Excuse me? I don't know you from Adam. I'm waiting for my boyfriend and-”
“We have Barton in our custody.”
She stared hard at the man. We? Custody? “Who are you?”
“Everything will be explained by the boss. Now come along.”
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. The boss? That sounded like a cheesy line from some crappy B rate movie. “I'm not going anywhere and I don't have any proof you've got Trowa.”
He sighed and pulled out a gun, shielding it from the view of others. “You really don't want to fight me on this.”
She pressed her lips to a fine line.
******
He never saw it coming and died instantly. At least that was some small blessing, Trowa thought as he felt a gun press to the back of his head. He stood slowly, hands raised.
“That's wasn't necessary,” he said quietly.
“We don't need him.”
“What's this about?”
“That's not for me to tell you.”
Trowa spun, left arm raising the gunman's and his right fist connecting with Harding's jaw. The gun skittered across the floor but five more leveled on him around the room. He raised his hands again and stared down at the treacherous Preventer. He had been careless. While they weren't exactly close, he'd worked with Harding for years. The man had crowning achievements under his belt. He had made a poor decision to trust someone. That would have never happened ten years ago.
“What's going on?”
“We'll discuss that when we get to where we're going.”
Trowa clenched his jaw. “Une will know something is wrong when we don't show up at HQ.”
“She believes we had to take a later flight and won't be in until tomorrow.” He grabbed his gun and stood. “Drop your weapons, Barton.”
He lowered his hand to the gun at his belt slowly. He rested it for a moment and Harding shook his head. “Don't do anything stupid.”
He thought about it, but there was really no way he could take on six armed men with their guns already leveled on him. He removed the gun from it's holster and bend over slowly to lay it on the ground. He pulled the smaller gun from its strap on his calf and began to stand.
“The knife.”
Trowa cursed under his breath, he'd hoped the man had forgotten about that. He pulled the blade free from his boot and dropped it with the guns. Harding grabbed his arm and directed him from the room. Trowa took in everything around him as he cursed himself for a fool.
He had let his guard down and it hadn't just gotten him into trouble. It had gotten Williams killed. He should have questioned the change in flight plans. He shouldn't have become so engrossed in studying the information Heero had found.
It wasn't until he stepped off the plane that he realized his mistake. An empty hangar in the back of the airport and five men with guns quickly snapped him to attention. And Williams had been shot almost on sight. Trowa wouldn't forgive himself for that for a long time, if ever.
Harding shoved him into the back of a van and he growled low in his throat. Ronnie was in the corner with her hands tied behind her back. He spun on Harding, but before he could say anything he received a hard uppercut to his gut and a cross to the face. Ronnie's scream filled the van as he fell into the wall for a moment, trying to clear the stars from his vision and get his breath back. He was pushed to sit on the floor.
“What do you want?” he demanded.
Harding didn't answer as three men climbed in the back, guns trained on Trowa and Ronnie. He sent a smirk to Trowa before slamming the doors closed. As the van began to move, Trowa crawled to Ronnie.
“Are you all right?”
She nodded. “You?” She eyed the bruise forming on his cheek.
“Yeah,” he said quietly, “but Williams is dead.”
She closed her eyes. “Oh no.”
He clenched his teeth. “I was careless. I shouldn't have trusted Harding.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Trowa, we've worked with him for years. There was no way you could have known he'd turned.”
“I-”
“All right,” one of the thugs cut in. “Enough of that. Hands behind your back.”
Trowa wanted to argue, but a gun to Ronnie's head quickly had him obeying.
******
Duo's eyes narrowed as he stared at the screen. It didn't make any sense. There was no way so many weapons could have made it to Earth without someone discovering it. They had been shipped in bulk, labeled as scrap coming from L2. But none of them had actually come from any of the scrap yards on the Colony. They'd managed to erase the locations of where the weapons came from, but that was about it. To anyone with any training, it should have been obvious something wasn't kosher.
He leaned back in his chair. There was only one way something as big as that escaped notice. Someone, a cop, an FBI agent, a CIA agent, or... a Preventer, had been covering for them. He snorted. He could wish all he wanted, but a Preventer was the obvious answer. The other agencies only had jurisdiction in the States. Preventers covered the entire Earth Sphere.
He pushed from the desk and wandered down the hall. He rapped his knuckles to Heero's door. “Come in.”
He rolled his eyes at the sight that greeted him. Heero had his laptop in his lap, eyes firmly locked to whatever information he was receiving even as drugs were being pumped into his system. Blue eyes flickered to the braided man.
“They were due back tomorrow, but his flight landed today, as Ronnie said it would.”
Duo ground his teeth. “Anyone know where they are?”
Heero shook his head. “No word on her or Trowa. Une says she checked and Harding definitely chartered a flight.”
“And Trowa went along with it.”
Quatre pursed his lips. “Anyone would have. Harding is a model Preventer.”
Duo nodded. “I'm not accusing, just stating the facts.”
Heero looked up from his screen. “Where's Wufei?”
“He ran to HQ to talk to Une. I tried callin' Ronnie.” He pressed his lips to a fine line. “She didn't answer.”
******
Wufei paced the office. “There are at least five warehouses, that we know of, in the states. All bear weapons built on L2.”
Une nodded. “Barton should return tomorrow.”
Wufei pursed his lips. “He believes he's on his way. He'd never lie to Ronnie.” He faced Une. “Either Harding or Williams is a turncoat.”
Une shook her head. “Williams is totally committed to justice and Harding is a top agent. I can't see that either-” She paused as her computer let her know she'd received an instant message. She scanned it quickly and her mouth dropped open. “Damn it.”
Wufei quickly moved to read the message. “Oh gods, that can't be for real.”
Her hands flew over the keys. “Yuy would never make something like that up.”
Wufei scanned the message again, praying it was pure speculation and not reality.
Hyuy: Lady, I fear there's an issue. My presence is requested in a meeting. I must leave within the hour. I hope this doesn't inconvenience you. There are two who need my appearance and another who refuses to take no for an answer... I should be fine for a day or so. We can reschedule, I hope.
Wufei sucked in a breath. “Weir says he shouldn't miss one treatment.”
Une looked up to him. “Get back to that house now and find out what the hell is going on.”
He nodded and left the room. “I'll call you when I know the details.”
TBC....
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