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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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- 3-3
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- 5-5
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- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
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Arriving at the site, guns ready, they found what they had expected, shattered debris, drag marks that led off into the forest, and no sign of their target. Duo attempted to pinpoint it to no avail.
"Follow the marks," Levitz said as she hefted her equipment more securely on her shoulders.
"Could be a false lead," Hawkins growled, in the same tone of voice that he would have used to call her stupid.
Milliardo crouched by the marks, examined them, and then moved into the forest to examine broken undergrowth and more tracks. "They didn't have much time," he said, almost to himself. He was surprised when Duo appeared by his elbow, eyes narrowed as he followed the track into the jungle.
"Ambush or trap," Duo decided. "They can't hide their trail, so they'll try to cripple us.
Milliardo nodded, agreeing. "I need a possible exit point."
"They won't exit," Duo said with firm assurance, but then he was frowning as if his mind was clicking away and had stopped on something that didn't make sense. Suddenly he was shouting, "Stop! Nobody move! Pressure bomb!"
Everyone froze, eyes wide. No one questioned Duo, including Milliardo.
"Even if they used a sled, they won't be moving fast," Duo told them. "Making traps takes time. They probably set a big one, gambling that we'd set it off before any animals came across it."
Milliardo nodded. "Diaz?"
A black haired agent left off staring hard at the ground for the slightest clue of where the bomb was, to look over at his commander. Milliardo suppressed a bark of irritation, keeping his voice level as he reminded the man, "You have the detectors, agent."
The man started in embarrassment and then carefully reached back into his pack to pull a device out of it. His pack unexpectedly slid off of his shoulder and the weight carried it heavily to the ground. Heartbeats ceased for a count of seconds and then the man was taking a shaky breath and looking about apologetically.
Maxwell was bagging his GPS and waiting expectantly as Diaz scanned the ground around them with a black, handheld device. "There," he finally pointed out, along the drag tracks.
Milliardo and Duo exchanged tense looks, realizing how close they had come to blowing everyone up, especially when Diaz moved confidently to point at a spot between their matched footprints in the dirt.
"Any more?" Duo asked.
Diaz made a careful sweep, black brows down low over amber eyes. "Only one," he assured him.
"Here, anyway," Hawkins muttered.
"Clear out people," Milliardo ordered. "Scan the trail ahead, Diaz, and everyone follow him. Disarm the bomb, Maxwell."
"No time and not necessary," Duo replied and then at Milliardo's angry frown. "I got it handled, sir, don't worry. Everybody keep moving out."
"May I remind you, agent-" Milliardo began, but Duo cut him short in his usual maddening way. A shrug of a strong, rounded shoulder and a cocky grin.
"We're falling behind, sir. Disarm takes fifteen to twenty minutes," Duo explained. "We got that kind of time?"
"We can't leave it here," Milliardo ground back. "If someone else were to go through this area- "
"I told you, I have it handled," Duo snorted as he reached out to pluck a twig from Milliardo's bound hair. It seemed both intimate and guaranteed to anger Milliardo at the same time. "Trust in my expertise, sir. That's why I was assigned on this mission."
"You will not circumvent my authority, Maxwell," Milliardo warned, "You of all people should know how important chain of command it."
"I didn't go to military school," Duo replied. "I was taught by a terrorist, remember?"
"That doesn't mean that you can't learn, Maxwell!" Milliardo snarled and smacked his hand away.
"Times a wasting, sir," Duo reminded him as he rubbed his hand ruefully.
"And I've made my decision. Disarm the bomb, Maxwell," Milliardo ordered and motioned with both hands for the other agents to keep moving. He followed them into the jungle, trusting that Duo would catch up to them.
"Maxwell was right," Hawkins said to Diaz as he followed at the man's elbow while he scanned. "A bomb expert shouldn't be carrying the GPS, as well. What if he blows himself up?"
"He won't," Diaz replied impatiently.
"How do you know that?" Hawkins wondered.
"He's a Gundam pilot," Diaz replied simply, but then made a motion for Hawkins to be quiet. "Let me do my job. I want to get us a safe distance so that I can change my shorts."
Hawkins grimaced in distaste and fell back a few steps.
The sudden explosion had them all falling to the earth and covering their heads. While the debris rained down on them, Milliardo was already up and running back to where he had left Duo. Duo met him in under six strides, coming out of the jungle and raking a hand rapidly through his hair to dislodge debris.
"Bomb disarmed, sir," Duo told him with a calm, unrepentant air.
Milliardo was panting, his heart racing. His fists clenched even as he looked Duo over to make sure that he was uninjured. "How?" Was all that he could manage.
"Well placed rock," Duo chuckled as he examined a small bleeding cut on his shoulder. "I have a good throwing arm."
Duo limped past him as everyone rose to their feet. When he had passed them as well, he said airily, "Well come on, Diaz, scan the road."
Diaz looked to Milliardo, who nodded stiffly.
"That's not good for your blood pressure, sir, holding it all in like that." Shef said as they walked behind the team.
Milliardo glared at him.
"If you have something planned for him that includes severe bodily injury, I should be prepared," Shef continued as if they were talking about the weather.
"This isn't the war," Milliardo snapped back.
"And you wish it were, so that you could take a pound of flesh out of him?" Shef wondered.
"Something like that," Milliardo agreed.
"He hasn't done anything to endanger the mission or the team," Shef mused. "I don't think filing a report, after all of this is over with, and watching him get slapped on the wrist, is going to satisfy you at this point."
It wouldn't, Milliardo thought. He couldn't leave the man behind or court martial him on the spot with a pistol bullet. He needed Duo.
"You know," Shef went on, ignoring Milliardo's irritation, "He did us a favor by blowing that mine up, however you look at it. Now whoever took our target will think that we're either incapacitated or down by a lot of agents."
"I realize that," Milliardo retorted.
Shef studied him for a moment and then smirked and said nothing else. It implied that he knew something that Milliardo didn't. Milliardo felt like grabbing him and demanding what it was.
Duo's tanned back, his swinging braid, and his determination to keep at the front, despite his injury had everyone in the group, including Shef, admiring him. They were going to listen to him and allow an awestruck admiration of his loose cannon attitude, put them in danger, eventually. Duo had lived a life making decisions that didn't include survival. He wasn't command material.
Duo looked back at him as if reading his thoughts. His smile was warm and... understanding. It told Milliardo that he was sorry for being what he was, yet also sorry for not being able to be anything other than that. When he turned back around, Milliardo wondered how he could see so much in those purple eyes.
Be strong, take charge, master the situation, Milliardo told himself. Maybe Duo was counting on him doing those very things? Maybe he realized his own flaws? Maybe....
Milliardo sighed and rubbed at his aching forehead. "Shef," he said softly and the man looked at him quizzically."I want you to keep a shot of tranquilizer on hand, ready to use on my command. It needs to be a shot strong enough to take a Gundam pilot down in seconds."
Shef looked grim, but nodded, "Will do, sir."
Failsafe, Milliardo thought. Always have a failsafe when dealing with dangerous materials.
TBC
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