Prisoners of War

Name: Natea <natea2x1@hotmail.com>
Title: Prisoners of War.
Rating: Pg-13-R
Warnings: AU, Shounen ai, Yaoi.
Pairings: 2+/x1, 3x4x3, 5x6.
Summary: Alternate Universe. Duo, a Flight Lieutenant in the L2 Air Force, finds himself locked up as a prisoner of war by Oz.
Disclaimer: I don’t own any of the G-Wing characters. I’m not making any money from this story.
Authors Note: I’m taking some liberties with this fic, for one thing there are no Gundams. That’s not to say there weren’t ever Gundams but for the purpose of this fic they no longer exist.

Prisoners of War.

Chapter 3.
Stamp of Approval.

Duo started the stamp a lot earlier than he’d planned. After posting his letter in the box at the guard house, he had been taken for a tour of the compound by Quatre. It didn’t take very long and they were just finishing when the drizzle turned to rain. Unwilling to walk the circuit in the downpour, Duo begged a boot heel and knife from the friendly L4 pilot and retreated into the relative warmth of Zero hut to begin his offering to the E.C.

Like all prisoners of war, Duo’s driving force was escape. In his last camp he had used up many hours planning his way out through the high security defences...only to be caught again every single time. At first he had been angry, gutted at the recapture; now he was pragmatic...each escape was a learning experience and Duo knew a lot more now than he did then. He knew, for instance, that getting out of the camp wasn‘t easy...but it was a helluva lot easier than staying out.

Oz guards patrolled every train station, ship port, and shuttle dock, checking and rechecking the identification papers of every person who used the travel system. If you didn’t have the papers you didn’t get to travel - it was as simple as that. Even some people who did have the correct papers weren’t allowed to board...Oz erred on the side of caution where documentation was concerned.

And unfortunately, unless you wanted to stay on Earth and fight as part of the underground resistance, you needed space travel to get to the colonies.

Therefore if you wanted to get out and stay out you needed the relevant identification.

Back in the early years of the war Oz had relied heavily on micro chipped cards and ID scanners. It didn’t take the colonies long to realize this though and they set up their own little pockets of resistance groups consisting purely of hackers. These groups made life hell for Oz for a while, altering personal details of important travellers and even, in a few highly co-ordinated escape attempts, managing to create travel data for escaped prisoners.

What with that and the hundreds of computer viruses downloaded into the system weekly Oz soon decided that it had had enough and switched. Now, in this world that depended on technology, everything was primarily done on paper.

It was a lot harder to forge a hard copy of a travel pass...

...Harder, but not impossible.

Cue the boot heels.

Travel papers nowadays usually consisted of an A5 sized piece of paper, which was white, shot through with a colour that changed practically every week, usually pink or blue although lavender and yellow were favourites too, and sometimes water or holo-marked according to importance; small authorised trips by train generally didn’t warrant the mark but you certainly needed one if you intended to use a shuttle. Details of the passenger were supplied in the relevant spaces, there were finger prints of the passenger at the bottom and the signature of both the traveller concerned and the authorising body.

The whole lot was then covered in the official stamp, a large, stylised rose with the letters OZ carved into the heart. It was a bright peacock blue and usually obliterated a lot of the information, often seeming counterproductive. Still, Oz used it so if they wanted to replicate the papers they had to use it too.

The process of making a stamp was a lengthy, arduous one. First of all you needed to obtain a copy of the travel papers - this part took the most time, prisoners had dedicated years to the task. Befriending the guards and tricking them into bringing in the relevant forms was a lengthy, dangerous task and not very successful on the whole.

It was either that or attempt a break-in to the guards’ barracks while other prisoners staged a diversion at the other end of the compound. Seeing as the guards’ quarters in most of the camps were protected with heavy security measures though this approach wasn‘t all that successful either.

That was the part that took the most time, once you had the papers it was childs-play to make a tracing using toilet paper. The paper supplied by Oz was perfect for the job, single ply, thin, and tough, resembling grease proof paper used in cooking, it stood the test of time well. This was then used as a template against the rubber of the boot heel, making sure to reverse the paper so that the stamp wouldn’t print out a mirror image of the original; the unnecessary parts of the heel are then cut away to leave the stamp, which could be painted with dye and used on papers forged by the prisoners.

The results were mixed; some of the forgeries were obvious...and yet there were others that could not be told apart from the real thing.

Duo prided himself on his boot heels.

He had done most of the hard work at his last camp and he had the templates already, had brought them with him, folded up and stored in an old matchbox, which was hidden in the secret pocket of his coat. He retrieved them carefully, shielding their exact hiding place from Quatre’s eyes with his body; he might be trusting but he wasn’t stupid, one day old friendships aren‘t particularly strong at the best of times...and this was far from the best of times.

Holding the small box reverently, gently, in the palm of his hand, he opened it and stared in at the contents in silent satisfaction. They had made the journey without harm, he was pleased to see. They may have only been small, tattered bits of toilet paper but they were more valuable to Duo than all the money in the World...they were his first step towards freedom.

Meanwhile Quatre had been busy, pouring himself a mug of water from the jug on the small table and generally making himself comfortable, he settled himself in a semi-leaning position, back flat against the wall next to the window and his head turned, providing a look out; from the angle he was in he could see out but no one could see him.

Duo gave him some time to get the lay of the land before he began, secure in the knowledge that no one would be getting within twenty feet of zero hut without Quatre calling out a warning to him. Placing the template carefully onto the boot heel, he marked out the design with the point of his knife, using it to score the pattern into the tough, cheap rubber sole. Once this was finished he packed the stencil away and settled down for the fun part.

And a little bit of idle conversation never went amiss either.

“So how long you been here again, Quatre?” He pushed the point of the blade into the rubber gently and began to slice away at the heel, following his score lines, as he waited for the other boy‘s answer. The L4 pilot didn’t turn away from the window as he replied.

“I got here last week.”

“You said you were straight from the war?” The knife sliced down, across, it twisted. A small piece of rubber dropped onto Duo’s lap. He ignored it for the moment.

“Yeah.” Quatre sighed, “My engines failed over the Atlantic a month ago, it was eject or die. I spent three weeks in the interrogation camp at Brussels before Oz decided to send me here. It’s the first time I’ve been in a camp.” He turned briefly to look at Duo’s bent head before focusing on the view outside once more. “It’s taking some getting used to.”

“You’re a new prisoner?“ Duo frowned as he slid the knife around the lower petal of the rose. “Why the heck did they send you here then? This place is for the repeat offenders. Khush-Renada is for the Houdini’s and Evil Knievel’s of the colonies.” He put the knife down and picked at a stubborn piece of rubber with his fingernail, flicking the tiny scrap halfway across the room when it finally came free.

Quatre only smirked and ran a hand through his blond hair, “For some reason they thought I’d be a troublemaker.”

“Seriously?” Duo cocked his head to one side and studied the small, pale, blond boy in front of him in surprise. “Don’t take this the wrong way, Quat, but you look about as troublesome as a day old kitten.”

Quatre smiled, “Good. People tend to leave their guards down if you look as though you don’t pose a threat to them.” He tilted his head to one side, cracking out the tension that was beginning to build. “In the three weeks I was at the interrogation camp I escaped twice,” He informed Duo, his voice holding a note of casualness more associated with discussions about the weather or what they were having for dinner, “Once by hanging onto the undercarriage of the General’s car and the other by trying to impersonate one of the guards. I got through one of the check points but not the other on that one.”

Duo looked up for a moment and laid his knife down on the bed. “That was a stupid thing to do, you realize that.” he said, genuinely confused, “you had to know that they’d catch you. Escapes need time to prepare...you can’t just walk out of the gate and hope to get away with it.”

Quatre shrugged, “I saw the chance and I took it,” he said in explanation. “One of the guards there could have been my twin...it was too good a chance to pass up. Of course,” he smiled thinly as he watched the Oz guards patrolling the wire outside in the rain, “if I knew then what I know now I wouldn’t have attempted anything. I would have waited, planned things out more carefully.”

Duo shook his head a little before continuing on with the stamp. “You’ve made a heck of a rod for your back, you know. ‘Renada’s got a reputation for escape; it‘s never been done before.”

Quatre’s answer to that was a snort as he turned his head to face Duo briefly, “Don’t try to pretend you believe in that shit Duo. That’s propaganda, pure and simple,“ he sneered but there was a contemplative gleam in his eyes as he studied the braided pilot carefully. He smiled then, seeming to come to some sort of judgement about the L2 soldier and turned away once more to watch the scene outside. “You’re not fooling me. You don’t seem the kind to trust in idle talk,, besides, if you’re so sure then why are you even bothering with the boot heel? They say this camp is inescapable,“ he pulled a face in contempt, “it only takes one person to get on the other side of that wire and Renada’s reputation is shot.”

“That’s true. Maybe you’re right, maybe I don‘t believe everything Oz tells me,” Duo grinned a little, “Doesn’t mean I can’t pretend to be cowed though. Same as yourself, if people think you’re not a threat they don’t waste their time on you. It makes escape just that little bit closer.” Difficult part; Duo bit his lower lip in concentration as he trimmed the outline of a particularly fiddly petal. “So, what’s the story with the others?”

“You should ask them yourself.”

“Yeah, right.” Duo muttered, “Like Mr. Kenwood is going to sit down and tell me his life history.”

“Kenwood?”

“Yeah, you know, as in Kenwood bread slicer.” Duo shrugged a shoulder idly, still cutting. “Damn it!” The knife twisted awkwardly, making the handle slip from his grasp. Grimacing slightly he put down the knife for a second shooshook out his hand. It was tough work, manoeuvring the blunt blade through the rubber and the last thing he needed was to make a mistake. Boot heels didn’t exactly grow on trees.

“So, go on, tell me.” He grinned at the other pilot by the window. Quatre looked doubtful and Duo, sensing weakness, pressed home his point. “You know as well as I do man, In a place like this ignorance can get you hurt. All it takes is one wrong word and suddenly you’re in a fight. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not afraid,” he grinned, “but I’m not about to go looking for trouble when I can avoid it with a little bit of information. Life’s hard enough without that. Please, I’m not asking for any deep, dark secrets here. Just who are they? Where are they from? That sort of thing.” He looked up, blinking large, candid eyes at the other pilot, but Quatre was still watching the circuit and missed the display.

The blond was silent for a while, watching as a hunched form of an Oz soldier walked past, following the length of the wire, his waterproof greatcoat shiny with the rain. “I don’t know a lot myself,” he admitted eventually, “And what I do know probably wouldn‘t be a lot of use.”

“Heck, a little information’s still got to be better than nothing. You know what they say ‘in the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king.’” Duo urged, picking up his knife again and setting back to work.

Quatre looked unsure “Well...as long as you realise wha what I know is pretty sketchy.” Duo nodded and the L4 pilot shifted against the wall, slipping his left hand behind him to cushion the small of his back against the surface, “As far as I can tell Chang and Yuy have been here the longest out of all of us. Trowa arrived about eight months ago. He had dropped off a regiment of L4 soldiers over Spain and was heading back to the colony when he was hit by enemy fire. He landed safely and managed to evade Oz for two weeks before they eventually caught up to him.” The blond smiled, “Apparently he spent the time hiding out in a travelling circus.”

“Seriously?” Duo looked up for a second, interested. “Sounds like fun. Did he say what he was doing?”

“No.” Quatre shook his head, “but then, I never really asked him.” He bit his bottom lip in contemplation, his gaze becoming distant for a second as he thought. Duo grinned and began to twist the knife around another petal.

“So what about Chang?”

“Hm...oh,” Quatre looked up again startled as the wind blew a smattering of rain against the single plane window. “Chang...WuFei.” he corrected himself, “He’s been here for over a year. He’s pretty quiet, likes to read and abhors weakness.” He grinned, “even though he’s usually one of the first people to rush to someone’s defence if he feels the fight is unfair.”

“He mentioned he was from L5?” Duo said.

“Yes. I’m not sure how he was captured though.”

Duo nodded, storing the information away. “And what about Kenwood?”

Quatre smirked a little and shrugged, never taking his eyes from the outside. “Not really sure.”

“What...nothing?” Duo stopped what he was doing and looked up at the L4 pilot in surprise. In such cramped quarters as this it was pretty much impossible to have any secrets from the people you lived with. In his last camp he‘d known the back-story of practically every inmate by the time he‘d been purged to ‘Renada, and he’d barely been there for two months. “You must know something about him,” he insisted. “What colony is he from?”

“No idea.” Quatre admitted, “You’ll find out for yourself...that‘s if this morning wasn‘t warning enough for you...that Heero doesn’t like to talk to people all that much.”

“Yeah but even so.” Duo frowned, “To not say what colony he’s from...that’s a little weird don’t you think?”

Quatre shrugged idly, “I’m sure someone knows,” he said, his tone of voice showing how little the subject really bothered him. “I’ve only been here a week don’t forget. WuFei probably knows a lot more about Heero than I do. You should ask him if you’re so concerned.” He blinked once, then turned. “Just why are you so interested anyway?” he said.

“No reason really.” Duo said, looking back down at the heel in his hand. “I just like to know the score before I commit myself to anything.” He put the knife down again and stretched out his hand, rubbing the thumb of his left hand in a rough circle over the palm, massaging away the ache. The skin felt hard there, he noticed in concern. It wasn’t a callus, not yet, but he should start taking precautions against them as soon as possible, just in case. ...Probably should put some margarine or something on it later, try and soften it up again...

One of the most tell tale signs of escape attempts was calluses, he knew.

And so did Oz.

It was one of the things they checked for on a regular basis. Suspicious calluses on the hands, elbows and knees, caused by prisoners pushing themselves through narrow underground tunnels to dig their way to freedom. In fact more tunnels were discovered by random prisoner checks than from all the high tech sonic sensors that were planted at regular intervals under the ground.

Therefore a dedicated escapee took care of his skin.

Further contemplation of his hands was halted when Quatre stiffened suddenly as something outside caught his attention. “Yuy’s coming over,” he said quickly.

Shit! The less people who knew what he was doing the better at the moment. Duo just had time to stuff the heel underneath his blankets and lie back on his casucasually before the door was pushed open and Heero walked in, accompanied by a particularly vicious gust of wind and a spattering of rain on the hard, wooden floor.

Faking nonchalance and using the knife to pick at his nails in what could be seen as an innocent gesture but was in actual fact an attempt at getting the rubber out from under the rims Duo glanced up at the newcomer; what he saw made him wince and instead of the intended greeting, he found himself suppressing a sympathetic shiver “Jesus, man, what’re you trying to do? Catch Pneumonia?”

Heero was ed ted to the skin. His jacket was heavy with rain and underneath it Duo could see the olive green top, dark from water clinclinging tightly to the boy’s chest. Sopping wet hair was plastered to the pilot‘s head and face, dripping everywhere as he retrieved the piece of bread he had cut that morning and began to eat. He seemed unconcerned with his state and didn’t answer.

Duo frowned and sat up. “At least take off your jacket,” he muttered when the other boy failed to answer, a t trt trace of concern colouring his tone. “Go and hang it up somewhere to dry.”

“I’m not staying inside.”

“You’re going back out in that?”

The wind blew the rain against the window hard, making the rickety structure shudder with the force. It was semi-dark from the weight of the clouds and Duo could see them in the sky above, through the window by his bunk, hanging there, low and ominous.

Yuy finished off his piece of bread before answering. “What I do with my time is none of your concern.”

“It is if you’re going to catch something contagious.” Duo countered. “I sleep in the bunk above now remember.”

“Then move,“ Heero caught the braided pilot’s eyes in a stare that stated just how serious he was. “I doubt I’ll be around you long enough to pass anything on anyway but if you‘re so concerned...” he shrugged.

Duo was stunned. This guy gives the term antisocial a whole new meaning...“Well it’s your funeral, friend,“ he murmured under his breath, not sure whether he was commenting on Yuy’s holier-than-thou attitude or the fact that he was willing to walk around in a rainstorm all day rather than endure a little human company.

“I’m not.” Heero muttered as he raked his eyes over Duo’s form, taking in the long plait of hair, the faded black L2 uniform, the long, thin legs that rocked backwards and forwards over the side of the top bunk. He followed them down to Duo’s feet, crossed at the ankle and swinging idly over the lower bed.

He froze.

“Not what?” Duo asked, unaware of the sudden change in Heero’s manner.

Heero didn’t answer, he didn’t trust himself to. His bed, his personal space, had been violated.

The sheets were no longer in the precision folds he had left them in a few hours ago but were rumpled and twisted in a random mess over the burlap sack that made up his mattress. The mattress itself looked lumpy and mal-aligned; he had spent weeks fixing it so that it was comfortable.

And over the top, sprinkled generously like the icing on the proverbial cake, was a thiayerayer of sawdust and grit.

He closed his eyes and breathed slowly and calmly.

On the bunk above Duo finally noticed the reason for his silence and ducked his head down to hide his smile. Quatre was still watching through the window, seemingly unaware of the reaction although in reality he was fully alert to the goings on in the hut, and he spoke up. “We have rice for supper tonight, Yuy.”

“It’s not my turn to cook.” Heero didn’t even turn his head as he answered. He weighed up the idea of remaking his bed for a second but the long legs still swinging over the side of the bunk above told him the sheer futility of such a move. He began to make his way towards the door, going back to the solitude of the rain soaked circuit, but Quatre was still talking.

“I know. I thought I’d warn you as we’re making it early. I’m taking Duo to see the E.C first though.” The blond glanced over as Yuy walked back towards the door and held out his arm to stop the other boy as he drew level.

Heero stopped a mere second before he touched Quatre’s outstretched limb. He glowered. “What?”

Quatre didn’t answer but shrugged out of his flying jacket and handed it over. Heero blinked.

“It’s leather. It’s not the best but it’ll keep you drier than the piece of pulp you call a coat. Go on - take it. Like Duo said I don‘t want to get sick just because you‘re idiotic enough to go strolling in the rain. Take it before I change my mind and let you freeze.”

Heero continued to stare at him, his eyes as hard as they had been that morning. From his position on the bunk Duo watched the interaction with interest. He was beginning to think he’d have to step in and calm things down when Heero suddenly averted his eyes, dropping them to a point somewhere to the left of the L4 pilot, and stripped off his coat angrily.

“Hang it over the heating pipe, it’ll dry faster.” Quatre’s voice was hard and unarguable. The wet pilot did as he was told without a word although his face was murderous. He reached the door once again and took the coat from Quatre’s hand. Duo could see anger in every action of the other boy as he dragged his arms into the sleeves.

He approached the door once again.

Quatre’s arm remained where it was as he looked the other pilot over thoughtfully. He tilted his head to one side, studying the picture Heero made with care. Almost perfect, he thought in satisfaction, just one thing left to do now.

“Fasten it up,” he said, speaking as though he was talking to a child. “It has a zip for a reason after all. And you can turn up the collar and turn down the cuffs while you’re at it, that should keep your hands warm. I don‘t have anything waterproof for your legs though.” He looked down at Heero’s soaked through trousers in concern before turning to Duo, still watching with intrigue from his perch on the bed. “Duo? Any ideas?”

Biting his lip, Duo could only shake his head. The picture before him too much for him to risk using his voice at the moment. Quatre blew out a breath in annoyance and then shrugged. “Nothing for it then. You’ll just have to make do without Heero.”

Heero blinked; stood there for a second, as motionless as a mannequin, although no mannequin would ever have been created with such a livid expression. It wouldn’t be good for the clothing sales after all. Then slowly, almost as if the motions pained him, he began to do as he was told, zipping up the coat and pulling the collar up to warm his ears and neck. Quatre smiled a little and dropped his arm, his smile widening into a grin as the other pilot stormed off through the door looking as though he was going to kill the next person to cross his path.

Duo started laughing momemoment the door closed.

“That was classic,” he grinned, “Man, where did you learn to do that?”

Quatre shrugged one shoulder and grinned as he took up his position at the window again. “I have twenty nine older sisters,” he said simply, “They did it to me all the time.”

Duo chuckled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Did you see the look on his face?” Quatre glanced over and nodded, grinning. “I pity the next person to get in his way. Oh man, that was cic.”ic.” he repeated.

“How much longer do you think you’ll need?”

“Not long, I’m almost finished.” Duo fished the heel out from under his covers and passed a scrutinizing glare over its surface. “Just one more piece to cut out - there,” he flicked knifknife one last time, “a quick tap to get rid of the rubber and we’re good to go.” He banged the heel against his thigh, dislodging a few crumbs of rubber from the cut-out before brushing his hand over the surface a few times. “H hav have a look.” He tossed the heel across to Quatre who caught it easily one handed, studying it with interest.

“Nice.” The blond commented, turning the stamp over in his hands, “Very nice actually.” He threw it back to Duo and moved away from the wall, stretching a little and casting one more look out of the window. “Just in time too, afternoon roll call is about to start.”

“How can you tell?” Duo asked as he hid the heel and knife under his mattress.

“The guards. They always do a change of patrol fifteen minutes before the afternoon call. They’ve just finished. Now come on,” Quatre grabbed an old sweater in place of his jacket and slipped it on, “Once roll is finished I’ll take you to the E.C.”

“Great.” Duo grinned as he slipped off the bunk and strode firmly out into the drizzle outside the hut. Quatre followed him close behind, closing the door and leaving the boot heel stamp behind.

.o.0.o.

In roll call once again Duo found himself standing next to the quiet Japanese pilot as the Oz guards patrolled the prisoners, counting quietly. He glanced over every now and again, smirking a little when he saw that the collar and cuffs of Quatre’s flight jacket were still turned up. Heero didn’t turn to look back at him at any time though, even though Duo was more than certain that the other boy knew he was being watched.

The count took twenty minutes to complete and as soon as it was over Heero turned and strode away, heading for the perimeter wire once more. Behind him Duo watched in silence.

...Weird guy...He wHe was stopped from any further contemplation as Quatre’s hand fell on his forearm, steering him firmly back in the direction of Zero hut. The blond smiled at him and spoke casually, keeping his voice low enough that they couldn’t be overheard properly and yet not so low as to make them look suspicious.

“Come on. The E.C is expecting us.”

“I need to get--”

Quatre nodded, “I know. I’ll come with you. WuFei needs the hut this afternoon so make sure you grab a coaile ile you’re there, looks like we’ll be walking the circuit for a while.”

Reaching the hut Duo slipped inside quickly to grab the boot heel and his greatcoat. He was only a couple of seconds really but even so, by the time he returned outside Quatre was no longer alone, he had been joined by their Chinese hut mate. They seemed deep in conversation but from the relaxed postures Duo deduced that it was nothing secretive and he approached casually.

“....long this time?” Quatre was saying.

The Chinese pilot seemed slightly uneasy for some reason. “Not long, just two - perhaps three hours. If you have any spare tea I would appreciate it.”

Quatre nodded, “It’s in my usual place, just help yourself.” He turned, noticing Duo for the first time, and smiled. “Ready to go?”

Duo nodded, “Got everything I need.” He glanced over at WuFei and nodded in greeting, smiling as the other boy returned the compliment.

“Winner tells me you’re going to the E.C today.” WuFei said, making it obvious from his tone that it was not a question. For a second Duo paused - he hadn’t realized that Quatre would be quite so open with the information. It either meant the blond was easily led in conversation or he trusted the other boy implicitly already.

Judging from Quatre’s previous conversations Duo decided to trust in the other boy’s instincts and smiled warmly at the L5 pilot. “Yes,” he nodded, “Any tips?”

WuFei smirked, “Just ignore anything they tell you at first and you’ll be fine.”

Quatre chose that moment to cut in with a swift, “Come on then, while the rain’s stopped.” and Duo turned to WuFei one final time, speaking lowly.

“There’s a bar of chocolate under the lower end of my mattress. It‘s yours if you need it.” He caught the Chinese’ eyes in his own stare. WuFei smiled at him properly then for the first time since he arrived, no trace of cynicism in his expression at all.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.” He hunched further into his coat and thrust his hands deep into his pocket before looking over at Quatre, still standing there in his sweater. “Now let’s get going before I freeze to death.”

They walked away.

WuFei watched them go for a second, still smiling, before turning and walking into the hut. A short while later the front window of the hut was opened slightly, the breeze catching the small tattered piece of string that was tied to the latch.

The game was on.

TBC..........................

Authors Notes.

I’m sorry it’s taking so long to write for this, hope people still remember and enjoy it!!!!

Asaroth: Thanks for the review. I’m glad you think Heero’s becoming a little more interesting, I’ve got plans for him in the future lol. I’m taking a lot of inspiration from prison camps and, as you can see the prisoners are pretty well organised for their situation, they would have fully functioning forgery syndicates up and running and some of the forgeries they came up with were literally impossible to tell from the real thing. I know of one person (who did actually manage to escape successfully) who was so attentive to detail that he used to mimic the imperfections of a typewriter print and position certain letters higher than others and chip bits off the corners of them. It looked like ordinary type at the end but it must have taken him hours to achieve.

Selune: Hey, thanks for the review. LOL yeah Heero’s a bit of a bitch in this for sure. He’s been in the camp for quite a while now. He speaks their language rather than them speaking his and I’m going to be bringing that in soon, about the others they would have been briefed in the broader aspects of Japanese like Duo but nothing with too much depth. I’ll be answering the military question very soon too have no fear. Hope you enjoy and thanks again for reviewing.

Sakiku: Hi, thanks for reviewing! I’m really glad you’re enjoying it. I’m basing the camp roughly on the world war two prison camps for British and American pilots and I’ve got quite a few books for reference to try to give it an authentic feel. Glad it’s working lol. I hope you carry on reading and thanks again.