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"Operation Operative Operation"Written By: Asymphototropic
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam wing. Author: Asymphototropic (attracted toward the
light, but never quite arrives there) Email: asymphototropic@aol.com Rating: R Warnings: Language Summary: Someone wants to steal Duo's appendix. While its still in him? Pairings: 1 + 2 + 3
"Operation Operative Operation " Part 9. "Damn. Would they have gone straight ahead with surgery?" Yuy asked. "Maybe. There certainly was no lack of doctors on the case, last we looked," Trowa rolled his eyes. "Mr Barton," a voice sounded in the hallway. "Dr Denne," Trowa replied respectfully. "Have you any idea where your friend might be?" "Maxwell? No. He was here with half the medical departments' teams crammed into the room last I saw." "I thought you said he was an agent on Sally Po's investigation?" Denne frowned, his dapper mustache bristling, as he eyed the young man. "Oh. I had thought he was here undercover, too. But after talking to him, it turned out he really was here for appendectomy. Sorry about the misinformation." There was a heated flush coloring Trowa's face as he stared at the floor. He wished he wasn't standing around in pajamas. "Worry about your pride later. Worry about Maxwell now," Trowa's cock stated firmly. "According to the GE fellow, Maxwell has disappeared from Surgery," Denne said. Barton gulped, looking up in alarm. "How is that possible?" "He didn't leave through the front doors of the OR, the desk clerk assures us. And he isn't in any of the operating rooms. The last anyone saw him, he was lying on a gurney, parked in the red line waiting area. And heavily sedated." "If he came out of sedation unexpectedly, it wouldn't be the first time," Yuy offered. "That's right. He's got a history of that," Barton agreed hopefully. "Maybe he just woke up, got restless and wandered off." "Anesthesiology has Dr Po's notes on Maxwell. They say the boy was far down and out. No chance he woke up so soon. And Security has done a floor by floor search. Turning up nothing." "Then someone who knows the scrub protocol of the OR has acted to effect Maxwell's disappearance," Yuy growled. "Ampirst?" Barton snarled. "What do you want to bet, Mr Ampirst has also left the building?" Yuy nodded coldly. "What do you mean? What exactly is going on?" Dr Denne asked the young men sternly. "Sir. We think Duo Maxwell's been kidnapped. And we think we know why. And by whom," Barton explained. "Now all we have to do is rescue him," Yuy declared, his voice dripping icicles.
But Barton had never been a complacent follower. "What are you up to now?" "Stealing a few million credits from Une's discretionary accounts. We don't have time to do this by the books. And I am unwilling to ask for orders I might disobey. Because there is only one course of action that is acceptable to me." "Agreed." Barton knew what Yuy intended. They had a single advantage in this situation. The fact that they had identified their enemies. But were, themselves, still obscured to their opponents' view. Yuy set his plan in motion. But inevitably there came a pause when the computer was doing all the work. The wait got to him. Got to him and cracked him wide open. Barton saw with sudden dismay. He felt his insides collapse with a horrible tearing pain. Yuy's face crumpled. The perfect appearance of supreme confidence, gone in an instant. "What a stupid way to go. After everything we've survived." Barton knew it was his turn to harden his features. Show a perfection he had never felt. "Maxwell is much more useful to them, alive and well. They have every reason to take good care of him. And when the L2 Kid wakes up. Man, is he going to be pissed off. He'll string them along for certain. He knows we're on the case. Count on it. The bad guys don't realize it yet. But between Maxwell and us, we've got them right where we want them." He threw in a wry chuckle and a casual shoulder shrug to cap his performance. "Damn, you're good," Trowa's cock whispered. When Yuy looked up, his was the face of youth, vulnerable but hopeful. Then came a quick flash of gratitude followed by rapid transition. Once again, it was the good old Heero Yuy they all knew and loved. Brilliant, determined, confident. In charge. "Let's do this," he said.
"I'm in a laundry hamper," he told himself. Which led to two questions. How had he arrived in a laundry hamper? And why was he there? But his mind was as fuzzy as his vision. He could not decide which of these two questions to try to answer first. And so he left them both floating. Floating in a terrycloth cloud. He felt a strong compulsion to sleep. But a nagging sensation that he should not. The two urges bickered with each other. Leaving him an idle spectator. A foolish scenario presented itself to Duo's imagination.
He had died and gone to heaven. And the celestial clouds were formed
out of terrycloth. There stood the angel Gabriel. But instead of guarding
the grand gate, this glorious being was leaning against a huge washing
machine. "My whites have never been whiter, nor my colors brighter,"
the angel stated in seraphic bliss, while a The sounds of a spiritual swelled over the massive notes of a pipe organ. "Wash out my sins in the river of Abraham, wash out my sins in the river of Abraham, wash out my sins in the river of Abraham, oh, wash out my sins!" "Ho, man, am I drunk," Duo told himself. He stirred, shifting to place his cheek more comfortably on the fragrant fluffy mass, and again faded into oblivion.
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