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Falling Apart	By : YojiKato Category: Gundam Wing/AC > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 937 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Grant stepped into the living room, feeling more than a little anxious. It wasn't every day a person met a former Gundam pilot, much less five. He worked the first floor with the every-day, run of the mill Preventers. He wasn't high profile. In fact, he'd been recruited after being caught hacking the Pentagon. So, his first year on the elite force had proved stressful as his every move was watched closely.
But, in his defense, it was merely to prove he could do it. He shelled out no information from his findings. He never had. It was plain childlike curiosity that had honed his skills and labeled him in the underworld as the best hacker in the Earth Sphere. But that had come in handy, seeing as how Knight had sought his services.
He glanced around the room, eyes first falling on Chang Wufei, held protectively in the arms of Heero Yuy on the sofa. Next to them was Quatre Winner and Trowa Barton, not touching but there wasn't a soul who read the newspaper who didn't know the business mogul was attached to the reticent Preventer. His eyes moved to the love seat and he was sure his shock showed on his face.
Duo Maxwell, the God of Death himself, was hooked up to several machines, mask covering his mouth and nose, and arms being rubbed by Davis. Violet eyes were focused, but the rest of his body looked like limp spaghetti noodles.
Grant looked to Une, waiting for her to begin the meeting and trying not to think about the fact that one of the saviors of the known world was on the verge of death.
But Une's eyes were on Maxwell, as well. “How bad is this one?”
“Mind's still workin',” Duo answered. “So are all my important organs. It's just my arms and legs.” His eyes moved to Grant. “So, you're gonna tote our Fei off into dangers unknown?”
He shook his head. “I'll make sure the danger's known before we get there. And, I promise you, I'll take a bullet or knife before he does.”
The braided Preventer tilted his head to the side. “You seen a lot of action, Grant?”
He shrugged. “I spent some time in the Bronx when I was a teenager. Some people got into a fight over who my skills 'belonged' to. After some wound up dead, I decided I'd go back home. I'll kill if I have to. I'd rather not, but desperate times call for desperate measures.”
Duo studied him for a long moment before he looked to Heero. “You can trust him.”
Heero nodded. “What's the plan?”
“Tonight, Grant 'kills' you and heads off with Chang. At eleven, Knight is supposed to call and tell him where he's going. Yuy, you, Barton, and Davis will follow, with two other teams behind you. We don't know if Knight will call in backup or not.”
Heero pursed his lips. He didn't quite like it, but they couldn't really formulate a better plan without knowing the location they were destined for. Grant's cell rang right on time and he answered.
“Yeah, I'm in... No, no one suspects anything.” He rolled his eyes. “Because I'm good at what I do.” He grimaced. “That was an oversight on my part that will never happen again. I trusted someone I shouldn't have. Believe me, I trust no one now. By the way, that money still hasn't been wired to my account. If it isn't there by ten, the deal's off.” He smiled. “That's what I thought.” He hung up and gave Une an innocent smile at her expression.
“What? If I didn't question the money, he'd notice. I'm supposed to be money hungry, remember?”
She raised an eyebrow. “Don't get carried away. We still haven't seen a receipt for how much he paid you for the hack.”
He raised a shoulder. “There was no receipt.”
Duo laughed. “Oh, I like him. Why is he low status?”
Grant shot him a rueful smile. “Because I'm a felon.”
Duo shrugged. “So are we. What's the difference?”
“I got my charges after the war, not during.”
“What'd you do?” Quatre couldn't help but ask.
“Hacked the Pentagon.”
Heero was impressed. “What'd you do with the information?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to see if I could do it.”
Duo chortled. “Une, please, you've got to move up his status. I like this guy.”
She tilted her head to the side. “Why don't we discuss that after the mission?”
Grant grimaced. He'd never be removed from the 'high risk' list. They didn't care about his reasons, only about what he'd done. “Anyway. That's about all we know. I wish I could tell y'all more, but I can't.”
Duo studied him. “Where you from originally?”
He raised a shoulder. “Born and raised in Tennessee.”
“Ah, thought I recognized that middle, Tennessee Valley twang. Somewhere near the border of Alabama, right?”
Grant started. “Yeah. Wow, you know your shit, doncha?”
He shrugged. “The south holds tight to its heritage and traditions. I respect them for that and hope it never changes.” He grinned suddenly, though all they could see was the crinkle around his eyes and the shift in the mask. “Bet you live off sweet tea, corn bread, and old re-runs of the Dukes of Hazard.”
Grand laughed. “Yeah, pretty much.”
Une cleared her throat, to draw attention to herself and the topic at hand. “I want everyone well rested. The other two teams are also part of the patrol outside. We'll have to give them some time to get ahead before anyone 'notices' they're gone. Don't give me that look, Yuy. There will be tracking devices on Grant, Chang, and the vehicle they are in. There will also be bugs on them. Any questions?”
When all shook their head, she nodded. “All right, gentlemen. I'll leave you to work out any final details. Oh, Quatre, don't forget to give me a frantic call that Yuy's dead and Chang is missing around...” she thought for a moment. “Eleven thirty.”
******
“It has to be in bed.”
“Why?”
Grant snorted. “Because there's not a person alive who would believe I could beat Yuy in hand to hand combat. I have to make it look like I killed him in his sleep. Now, please, get in bed. And you really have to look like you're asleep.”
Heero and Wufei exchanged glances before climbing into bed. Grant rolled his eyes as they lay on their backs, two feet between them. “You're lovers and Knight knows that. Take your shirts off and cuddle.”
That earned him a glare from Wufei. “Hey, we're doing this to save your ass. And Maxwell's, too, hopefully. Cooperate, please.”
He huffed but sat up, stripped off his shirt and turned to Heero, who opened his arms. Wufei was very uncomfortable with doing this in front of someone else, but he lay back down and laid his head on Heero's chest. He closed his eyes and tried to relax. After several minutes, the feel of Heero's body next to his overrode the fact that there was someone else in the room and he shifted, curling one arm over Heero's chest to lay elbow to forearm tucked along Heero's side. He stretched one leg over Heero's and felt one of Heero's hands slide to the back of his neck and the other to the small of his back, lips gently dropped a kiss to the top of his head.
Grant smiled softly. Who knew battle hardened soldiers could look so sweet? He moved to the side of the bed silently and pulled out a brown magic marker, drawing a line along Heero's throat. The Japanese man twitched slightly. “Stay still,” Grant murmured as he pulled out a packet of blood he'd pilfered from the infirmary and poured it over Heero's neck. Then he took a breath, knowing his next action was not going to be received well. “Remember, I have to make this believable. Do not kill me.”
He pulled out a knife and slid it lightly along Heero's neck over the mark. Blue eyes shot wide, and his mouth dropped. In that instant, Grant snapped a picture on his phone. He studied it and nodded.
“What the hell!” Wufei jumped up, ready to lunge at Grant for actually cutting Heero, but his lover grabbed him.
“He had to make it look real,” Heero reminded him, taking the towel Grant offered and holding it to his neck.
“It wasn't a deep cut. It won't leave a scar.” Grant backed away slightly at the look in Wufei's eyes and he held out his phone. “Look. See if you wouldn't believe it if that's what you saw.”
He snatched the phone and looked down, mouth dropping. It looked so real his heart started pounding in his chest and he reached for Heero to reassure himself his lover was, indeed, alive. He was instantly enfolded in Heero's arms and, in the process, covered in blood, but he didn't exactly care at the moment.
“We need to go.”
“Give us a minute,” Wufei whispered and Grant stepped outside the door. He looked to Heero and kissed him deeply but quickly. “Don't forget to get me.”
Heero nodded. “I won't. Now go so we can get the son of a bitch.”
Wufei took a breath and slid from the bed. “Grant!” The hacker came back in the room and moved toward the window. “We've got to start acting as soon as we're in view of the window. I don't know if he's got people watching the estate or not, but we're not taking any chances.”
Wufei nodded. Grant put his hands to the Chinese man's shoulders. Heero knew what was about to happen, Wufei did not. And Grant prayed shock would be enough to keep the Chinese man from killing him when he woke up. They'd discussed it at length earlier while Wufei had been sleeping. There was no way Chang could act convincingly.
“I'm sorry about this.”
Chang frowned in confusion before he felt a needle in his arm and onyx eyes shot to the side. “Heero?”
“You'll be protected. I promise.”
His vision began to darken and he felt the world spin. “Bastard.”
Wufei fell into Grant's chest and he looked to Heero. The Japanese man's eyes were deadly as they met his. “If one hair on his head gets hurt, I swear, you'll regret the day you were born.”
Grant swallowed but nodded. He hefted the Chinese Preventer over his shoulder and slid out the window. He moved along the roof until he reached the awning over the east patio. He slid down it slowly and made the four foot drop to the ground.
He glanced from left to right to make sure no one was in the vicinity and dashed across the yard before disappearing into the trees that lined the outer wall of the estate. He moved down it to the hidden exit. Unlocking the door proved difficult with Chang's dead weight over his shoulder but he managed. He slid through and closed the door quietly, knowing it would re-lock automatically.
He jogged the distance from the estate to the parking area for the staff and carefully set Wufei in the passenger seat of his car, buckling him in. He cringed slightly as blood dripped to the seat and decided he'd write the cleaning up as a work expense. As he sat in the driver's seat, his phone rang.
He started the car and sped off down the road as he answered. “Yeah?”
“How'd it go?”
“Yuy is dead and Chang is passed out next to me.”
“Send me proof.”
“Hold up.” He hung up on the man, snapped a picture of Wufei, and sent both that and the one of Heero to Knight. A few moments later he called back.
“Very good, Grant.”
“Where am I headed?”
“Memphis.”
The answer surprised him. “Egypt or Tennessee?”
“Tennessee.”
He shrugged. At least he didn't have to stop for directions. “All right. I'll be there in about eighteen hours.” He hung up and glanced to Wufei. He'd probably wake up in about four hours with a splitting headache and yelling about ethics. Grant sighed and looked back to the road. How did he always get himself caught up in messes like this?
TBC...
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