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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
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"Stay alert," Milliardo ordered. "They expect us. It's possible that there may be new traps or men who circle around and try to attack us from protected positions. Every direction may harbor an enemy."

He saw veterans nod and new agents look around nervously. Hands were white knuckled on weapons. The jungle was almost impenetrable, though. It's dense foliage was as much an enemy as the men they were after. Any sudden sound or move was going to get shot at.

Tammins was suddenly walking by Milliardo and looking nervous.

"Tammins?" Milliardo questioned, his eyes on the jungle.

"Uh, sir, I just wanted to say... well," Tammins struggled and then firmed his resolve. "Maxwell thinks a lot of you. I wanted you to know that. You never know what might happen, and I didn't want you to think what me and Maxwell did was any more than a quick... you know... Just to let off pressure. He's not... well, he is, kind of... a well... He takes it where he can get it, but emotions aren't attached, if you get what I'm saying sir? I'm pretty sure what he wants from you has all the emotions attached."

Milliardo's jaw clenched. "Anything else, Tammins?"

Tammins cleared his throat self consciously and then added. "Use a lot of lube, sir."

"Thank you for your concern about my opinion of Agent Maxwell, Tammins, especially in the midst of a possible fire fight, "Milliardo replied coolly, "I'm sure such concerns reported on your records will speed up any possible advancement."

Tammins jaw went hard and he moved up to his position. Cold bastard, was probably the least of what the man was thinking, but Milliardo couldn't acknowledge his lack of discipline any other way. He certainly couldn't tell the man that his assurance of Maxwell's interest had made a part of him relieved.

Ridiculous, Milliardo thought. Maxwell was years younger than himself. He lacked every quality that Milliardo admired in a man, except his expertise. He was a top, not the bottom that Milliardo desired, and it didn't seem that he was willing to compromise that position. Not that he, Milliardo, should even have contemplated the thought about a subordinate.

Maxwell might die, a part of him argued. He might die. They might all die. Tammins had been concerned about death taking along emotional baggage. Though Milliardo could fault him for his timing, he couldn't fault him for the sentiment.

The agents ahead went low and motioned them down. Milliardo crouched and quietly moved to come even with Hawkins. He could see, through the jungle, men scrambling over a sled carrying the weapon, trying to get it through jungle growth that had blocked their path.

Rapid shots rang out behind them. Milliardo tensed, but nothing came through the jungle to attack them. He turned his attention back to the main force and saw them looking relieved, believing that things had improved for them, somehow.

Milliardo couldn't take the chance that whatever was happening at their backs, might compromise their element of surprise. He wasn't about to be caught between two forces.

Milliardo had all eyes on him. He nodded and lifted his gun. They understood. He made a single motion forward and everyone burst out of the jungle, firing rapidly.

Milliardo was proud of his team. They took everyone out expertly, quickly, and had command of the area with minimal orders from him. Hawkins was the one to crawl over the weapon and destroy its firing matrix before bullets even ceased flying. Maxwell's job, Milliardo thought with a mingling of sour feelings and anxiety. Hawkins didn't have the expertise to destroy the weapon beyond all repair without triggering it. Taking out the firing mechanism would have only bought the Preventers time if they had lost to the enemy.

"We need a pickup point," Milliardo ordered Tammins as the man took the GPS. "I want this weapon moving, now, I'll take Diaz and Barbecue with me to collect Maxwell. Levitz, you're in command until I return."

"Sir," she said with a smart salute.

Milliardo didn't realize that he had used Duo's nickname for the medic until the man chuckled.

Duo wasn't far and neither were the dead bodies. They found him sitting on a fallen log, head bowed and gun lax between his legs. He was breathing heavily, sweat dripping off of his nose. Milliardo motioned Diaz to check the bodies while he crouched with Shef to check Duo.

"Report?" Milliardo ordered almost angrily.

Duo smiled shakily and lifted his chin enough to give milliardo an amused look from under sweaty bangs as Shef took his blood pressure and checked his wound. "Decided there were too many damned biting bugs to sit, so i thought i would save you the return trip and get to you at my own pace. That's when I saw these sneaky bastards try to come around behind you. They didn't expect another sneaky bastard to come up behind them." he chuckled and then swayed, hand going up to wipe at his eyes. Shef fended the dirty hand away.

"Don't," Shef ordered. "Don't touch anything. You're filthy. Did you play in the dirt before you decided to play hero?"

"Something like that," Duo replied as Milliardo steadied him with a hand on his bare shoulder. "I wasn't walking all that good."

He was covered in bug bites and new scratches mingled with the dirt. That part of his story was true. Fever and sweats could have been a powerful attractor to insects. Milliardo couldn't fault him for at least that insubordination.

"Did we secure the weapon?" Duo asked Milliardo, hopefully.

"Yes," Milliardo replied. "If you feel able, I require you to render it a pile of useless parts."

Duo gave a shaky salute. "Will do, sir. I'll need some assistance, though."

"You have it." Without thought, Milliardo pulled Duo into a fireman's carry and straightened. The man didn't weigh much and they needed to rejoin the main group as quickly as possible.

Duo's braid swung against Milliardo's back as he gripped at Milliardo's uniform for balance. "Still top," he quipped in amusement.

"For now," Milliardo growled and began walking with the others close behind him.
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