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"The Heist "Written By: Kaeru Shisho Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Gundam Wing
or its characters, nor do I make any monetary profit off this story. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: AU, male/male pairings, language Pairings: 1x2x1 Summary: Duo's planning a robbery, considering a reality TV show, and falling for the man who can lock him up for good. Can his friends help him? Can he help himself? A/N: This story takes place in a universe more
like ours today, where the colonies exist on land, not in space, and
where the world is on the cusp of change. Thanks goes to Waterlily
for her tireless editing and thoughtful suggestions throughout. "The Heist " Chapter 10 - Step One, Read the Directions "Maxwell and Barton? A couple? Oh, no," Wufei shook his head. "They aren't- I don't think they are." Trowa pushed apart so hard, Duo landed on the floor, his sore butt screaming at the abuse. "Hey!" "They most certainly are not a couple!" Quatre pounded on the table top to get their attention. "We just established that when you walked in!" Mill's hair shimmered as it swayed to and fro. "I see, well, perhaps I'm wrong. I do think I can move this discussion along a little bit, would you mind?" "Anything would be better than listening to them argue," Wufei said, casting a glance at his watch and then up at the wall clock, doubling the pressure. "I have crates to complete. This is a waste of valuable time!" "Gentlemen," Mill called out with a wave of his hand. "Would it benefit you to know that I have access to the treasury?" "Is that right?" Trowa asked, ignoring Duo's groans and moving closer to the prince. "You're offering to help with opening the treasury?" "That's right. I have the highest security clearance in the kingdom, actually." "No shit?" Duo eased carefully into a chair. "Man, it did occur to me to ask you about that, too." Mill nodded slowly. "If I ask for my allowance, they must open the door and let me take it in any form I wish. And, yes, I am being facetious here." Wufei snorted, his way of laughing, Duo supposed. He couldn't remember ever seeing the man laugh aloud. The prince smiled serenely. "Seriously, I have access to the bullion stores, the crown jewels, and the rest of the inventory residing there. Is that important to your scheme?" "Damned important," Trowa grumbled. "It's the enchanted key to what I'm doing." And for a few minutes, the two men sat peacefully at the table and sketched out a rough idea of what needed to get done. Satisfied with that success, they worked out a few important details left to be determined and an action plan to accomplish everything. Mill was good, Duo had to give him that. He'd put Trowa at ease and gained his cooperation with a show of professionalism that impressed him. "Maxwell, is there an overall agenda?" Wufei asked, bored. "Or are we all doing this independently, as it seems?" "Oh, there's a grand plan," Duo replied. How to pull it together? "Is that Winner's role here?" Wufei asked before Duo could say anything more. Not on your life! He wanted to set the record straight. He was the one with the plan this time, not Quatre! He just couldn't get his words out fast enough. "I'll take that, okay?" Quatre asked although he seemed ready to go whether Duo agreed or not. "I'm really just a bit player." A colossal bit. "So, let me expound on that a little," Quatre went on. He described the party, the packing for the next day, and how Pargon was enamored with the way Rashid had organized everything and was, in fact, going on a "delightful holiday" with Rashid and his family. "I'm ready for the big day", he said, smiling broadly, confidently in Trowa's direction, making Duo think he had some other "big day" plans up his custom-ordered, hand-tailored shirt sleeve involving an acrobat and a steel-reinforced, four-poster bed. Duo noticed Trowa watching Mill out of the corner of his eye at times, studying him. Eventually, he'd figure out that Milliardo was the Zechs of old returned from the dead and all hell would break out again. His head throbbed already. He couldn't even conjure up an image of Heero lying naked on the motel bed. It was as if that had occurred in an alternate universe. The good one where he and Duo were lovers and not about to explode. "I'd love to hear about your role, Wufei," Quatre said, his charm level dialed up to "kill" level. Wufei spoke more openly than was his usual way concerning his art removal plans. His pride shown forth as he described in detail how the crates had built-in hidden slots for containing the priceless jewels. "...Lined in velvet and form-fitting foam so nothing will rattle or be damaged or seen." "Like a Chinese puzzle box", Duo put in, just as he'd thought it before. "There is still the issue of getting the crown jewels out of the treasury and into my hands. That is something I expect Duo and Trowa to resolve, and soon, if there is going to be any progress made today." "On it," Duo mumbled and thought about Hilde running the tunnel. Wufei explained how he and Zechs would see to all the packing, although he had a team of musclemen from his shop to do the actual lift-and-carry work. Once the crates were loaded into the vans, they would head out to the vaults, deep underground salt mines, where they would be unpacked, re-sorted and exchanged for the false copies. The copies would be loaded onto the vans, awaiting return to the palace, once the wall painting was complete. The originals would remain in storage, with the crown jewels, until further notice. "If you have further instructions, I'll need to have those as well." "I'll keep that in mind," Duo said. He ticked off his mental notes: Hilde moving stuff from treasury to the palace and what to do with the damn junk later. "Let's just keep it all stored where it's safe and secret." Both Wufei and Mill laid on matching smarmy smiles. "Very wise." "Uh, huh." "The few art pieces on loan," Wufei emphasized the word heavily, "to Sanc from the L5 colony, will be returned, of course." Mill smiled with a fractional dip of his chin. "It is to be expected, dearest." Again, Rashid entered after a polite knock, and lunch rolled in on catering carts. There was an assortment of sandwiches, salads, and even some breakfast items for those for whom this was the first meal of the day and couldn't face anything more potent than bland porridge or dry toast. This kept everyone occupied, and at peace again for several more minutes. Mill continued to attend his lover, offering suggestions as to what to eat and proposing he sample bits of his own choices. Duo thought it was funny and entertaining. Trowa grunted and kept an eye on the tall man with the long, platinum hair. If Duo was lucky, maybe Trowa would figure out who the man was on his own and save him from having to bring up the topic. And just let it pass. Let bygones be bygones. There! The lost cliché had come to mind! How lucky. He also wished he'd gotten it all over with and just told Trowa everything before the meeting, and maybe he would have if he hadn't sent the plague of circus animals down upon him the evening before! Duo, however, was only so lucky, and it ran out about the time the food did. The question arose as to what it was that Duo would be doing, and what he had been so busy doing lately. Feeling it was time to mention the reality show was easier than actually bringing it up. But he did. It was easier than discussing the Mill-is-Zechs issue. Probably. "No wonder you held off telling me about this. Where is it going to play? Court TV? It just seems to me that when you are committing a felony," Mill pointed out in case it had escaped Duo's attention. "You don't ordinarily want witnesses, do you? What you want, I would guess, although I grant you that I am no expert, is privacy." Duo frowned. He didn't like snark unless he was the one dishing it out. "I've been assured that "legal" is taking care of all that. Besides it's going to involve me so nothing falls on you." He handed Mill TK's card. "I've been there to the studio and all, and AOK is legit." Mill took one quick glance before handing the card back as if it were raw bacon. "Of course he's legitimate. We'll be the ones who are not!" "Me! He'll be filming me and me only!" Duo shouted. "Geez... how many time do I havta explain this. I gotta plan. Foolproof. They got their eyes on me while the rest of you pull off the real robberies." "I'm not actually robbing-"Quatre tried to argue, but Duo's irritated-bordering-on-crazed glare silenced him. "Well, it is a fine point... I'll drop it." "One more thing," Duo said. "I might as well get this over with. There's another player to add in. Her name's Hilde." "I know her," Trowa chimed in, helpfully, to Duo's surprise. "Yeah. I've worked jobs with her before. This time she's working with the TV folks and linking with us-" "A liaison," Zechs put in. "Yeah. I'll limit what she knows, but she can help with the TV parts I don't know much about." "You have a big team here," Quatre pointed out unhappily. "They got roles, dude. Just like in a movie, each of the gang has a specialty. There's the techie security and lock expert, the musclemen, the getaway guys, the planner, and-" "What's Hilde doing," Trowa emphasized, "for us? Here. In this?" So, he wasn't really supporting Duo's choice. Figures. "In this? She's there to make us look interesting," Duo said. Shaking his head to show his disapproval, Trowa clarified, "What's she contributing to the job on our team?" "Oh," Duo said, borrowing a few seconds to think. "She's a wall climber. Good in caves." "She can run the underground! She can carry the crowns from the treasury to me where I'll stow them away in hatboxes with the others!" Winner announced. "And the jewels to me," Wufei tagged on. "Make sure she's trustworthy, Maxwell." "If she's caught, she's on her own," Trowa muttered. "Tough love, Tro'," Duo muttered. He was deeply relieved to have gotten past all the stumbling blocks. Almost all. There was one left, but maybe that could just wait. Maybe they could pull off the entire job and not ever have to bring it up? Oh, yeah, like that would happen? Trowa's visible eye widened. Duo could see the color was green. It often seemed hazel in the shadows, but now he could see that it was clearly green against his suddenly ghostly pale skin. The color drained from his friend's face so that his stubble showed along his chin. He looked pallid, unhealthy, and fashionable, like a male model or someone in a music video. Or like a man in shock. Like he'd seen a ghost. "You!" The word passed Trowa's lips in a whisper. "I know who you look like now. Who you really are!" Duo had heard tell of a past lover, a few secret nights Trowa had had rolling in the sack with a man he'd called the Lightening Count. But Trowa told a lot of stories and Duo never tried to parcel out the factually correct ones from the bent-truth ones. Old stories coagulated into living legend before Duo's eyes. Oh, dear. Trowa and Zechs? Trowa his rebel friend had slept with the enemy at one time? "I wondered how long it would take you to recognize me." Mill smiled. It was obvious that Wufei was totally clueless from the happy-smug expression he wore and had been wearing since he appeared in the room on the prince's arm. Duo knew Wufei wouldn't like this, if he knew what "this" was going to become if he didn't step in and diffuse immediately. "Okay, you're right. The prince is more than meets the eye. Let me say this so you don't go down the wrong path like I did: he is who you think he is and he's not a zombie back from the dead." The prince took his cue from Duo's act. "He is correct. I am the man you knew as Zechs Merquise. Not the same at heart, but in the flesh." Zechs continued to sell his role as enemy turned rebel for the cause, and all the while Duo watched Trowa for any retribution tendencies. He was relieved to see the color return to his friend's face; a fainting Trowa would be sad to see and hard to explain. He nudged Trowa's arm and encouraged him to listen to reason, to accept what actually was, when one thought long and hard about it, a serendipitous opportunity. Duo's charm must have worked a little magic- or maybe there had been a little more to that past affair than Duo had supposed?- because Trowa seemed mollified to the point of agreeing to let Mill open the treasury building for him and help him carry the many pounds of bullion out the door to the train cars. Duo suspected that the prince had more in mind, that there was more to his plan than that, but he wasn't delving into the nitty-gritty at the table. What Duo didn't notice, being all-consumed by getting Trowa's acceptance of Mill, was the effect on Quatre, who was frowning and becoming agitated. Duo was wrapped up in tying up as many loose ends as possible and keeping everything on an even keel. "And there's the party. Hey, Quat? Trowa is invited, right?" Quatre gave a single curt nod. Enough for Duo to go on. "And how about Wufei?" "He's taken care of," Mill purred, leaving the meaning open to interpretation. "All right then," Duo said by way of concluding his active portion of the discussion. He was extremely proud of how the meeting had turned out. Sure, there were a few rough spots to smooth over but they still had a little time left. He'd done his job, gathering the parts, introducing them, ensuring payment and providing for self-gratification- both monetary and of causes close to the heart. He had an arm draped over Trowa's shoulder demonstrating his camaraderie with the man. Or something else. What Duo observed was Mill's sly smile as he shared a whispered word or two with his lover, and Wufei's knowing expression in response. Duo felt left out and didn't like it. "What's the secret?" he asked directly. It was Wufei who replied. "In spite of Quatre's previous assertion, we were conjecturing earlier about whether or not you and Trowa were official-" "Official what?" One look to his left gave him Trowa's blank slate of an expression. One glance to the right and he could see Quatre looking unhappy but trying his mightiest to keep it under wraps. "A couple, of course," Mill supplied. "Barton hides it rather well." Oh does he now? "A couple? Trowa and me? Ha!" Duo barked out a laugh. "He and I are ole buds going way back, aren't we, Tro'?" Trowa nod was infinitesimal. If there was anything he didn't like discussing, especially in a group setting, was anything that touched on feelings. Duo knew that, and respected it, but he started to wonder if Quatre was so knowledgeable. He might not understand the undercurrent of rough waters Trowa was tangled up in. Duo did, though. He decided to take it upon himself to clear the water, the air, and all other spirits at work in the room. "See? Nothing. We cover one another's' backs... er... that's not quite right, we do, but I meant as in protection. We both got other people in our lives to deal with the love angle. He's too gentlemen-like to blow another man's cover, too, um, yeah." God, what was he thinking? "What I'm saying is that Tro's not the type to kiss and tell, you know? You should be appreciative of that of all people, Mill." Duo was certain he'd guessed right and there had been some connection between his friend and Milliardo in the past, then possibly the man would reconsider teasing them further, and shut up. Possibly. Duo's interesting word choices had managed to bring a few smiles to the faces of the room full of gay men. Quatre, he noticed had managed to snag Trowa's eye and lock it on his. Some kind of communication was going on there, which Duo could only hope was a good thing. They appeared satisfied. "Oh, I am," Milliardo drawled. "It's me," Quatre piped up. "Trowa's dating me. We- we were keeping it quiet." "Really?" Mill appeared totally off-guard and surprised by that news. So did Trowa, in fact. "And Duo's dating one of the guards here. Heero." Duo wheezed. Quatre turned to him and as it dawned on him what he'd done, a look of horror marred his face. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Maybe, possibly, now wasn't the time to bring that up, Quat? Just maybe? "I could be wrong about that though," he pasted on in a weak attempt to take back what he'd said. "So just drop the subject, all right?" Mill did not. He did jump to his feet and pound his fists onto the table top with a force close to cracking the melamine surface. "Heero Yuy?! The head of Relena's elite guard? That Heero?! Dear Lord... Are you-?" "Shuddup!" Duo shouted, out shouting the taller man. "I am really awesomely tired of being asked if I'm crazy or stupid. I am not unaware of the potential drawbacks, geez Louise, so just clam up and keep it all to yourself." "But you don't know-" Mill tried to say something despite Duo waving at him to stop. "You're right! I don't! And I don't want to, okay? I'll learn about him as he learns about me and we'll just go on about our merry ways. Or not. As far as this job goes, it is my business. My ass on the line, okay? You all got your things to do. Me, I'm directing everyone's attention to what I'm doing. So while I'm part of shooting this reality show break in, all eyes are on me and not you, got that?" What with being thought of as a couple with his friend Trowa and then considered a loon for messing around with Heero, Duo had had enough of this meeting for the day. "So here's the last paycheck you'll probably be getting from the network, my guess. There is a final lump sum payable on completion, but seeing as they are likely not going to be keen on how this whole reality show heist plays out, I think it's fair to say that that payment won't be forthcoming. However, if I'm wrong, and I rarely am about these sorts of financial transactions, then any final payments will go to Howard's fund for... well... everyone but Mill here- who isn't in on the Howard connection- knows what. The rest of you have a stake in how that money get allocated, but suffice it to say, it will all work out. Any comments?" Not that he wanted to hear any, but... "You've been true to your word," Wufei said. "Yup," Trowa agreed. "Thank you, Duo, for giving us this opportunity to change the course of events." That was Quatre hoping for Duo's forgiveness still. "I concur," Mill said. That was pleasant. "All right." Duo sat a moment using the tip of his braid to brush crumbs from his lunch into a pile. "Tro'? Wasn't it me who was just saying the other day that I was back in business?" "Sounds like something you'd say," Trowa replied. Duo groaned, "I am never, ever saying I'm back in business. Never. Because that seems to have declared open season on my ass." (o) Duo left the others to sort themselves and their interwoven plans out while he took a long, long walk. What he wanted was to return to that earlier blissful state where he was daydreaming about his night with Heero. But instead, his mind was working overtime on the worrying part. Duo found a bench at the end of the small park and slouched over it. "Time to cross-examine myself. So, Duo, my boy, how will the job turn out? Will everything go according to plan?" Several birds fluttered nearby, cooing for attention. "Don't be ridiculous. A better question is 'Will anything go according to plan?'" he muttered aloud, scaring a pigeon who had dared peck at his foot. Here, the answer was "certainly"-some things would go as planned, some things wouldn't. "And that's no different from anything else in life." A robbery job was only a small slice of semi-reality, after all. "And in this case it's only a segment of a reality TV show." Coo, coo, coo... "It's gotta be that life is designed to place as much stress on a victim as is absolutely necessary to produce nearly total collapse-but no more. Or humans wouldn't survive!" He would survive. "We gotta be programed for it, in spite of nearly any stress, and a nice solid 'D' is enough to pass the test of life." It had better be. He reached Heero by phone and had what came as close to phone sex as he'd ever had, but no closer. He did get a committed promise to get together the next night, and Duo would hold him to it, even if it meant dragging the other man out of his tidy barracks, across town, and into the depths of his lair. God forbid. His cell buzzed and without looking at the ID, he picked up, "Hey, lover, couldn't get enough of me before?" His warm greeting was met by Quatre's rippling laughter. "Ah, shit, Quat...shut it, 'kay?" "Certainly, lover, ha, hah, hah..." "Did you call for a reason, 'cause I'm hanging up." "No! Don't hang up! Let me catch my breath first." Duo gave his friend a few more seconds. "I'm waiting, but not much longer." "So, were you expecting someone dark, handsome, wearing cuffs on his belt?" "Stop meddling." "Meddle? Moi? I do not meddle." "Let me run you through my meddle-detector. BUZZZZZZZZZZZZ! Guilty!" "Funny, funny. I was just curious who I'd been confused with." "And you called to tell me something important?" Duo wished to remind him. "Well, be that way." "I love you, too, Quat, but I'm tired." "Phone sex wearing you out? Oops! Not my business." Duo had hurt his friend's feelings and now he had to make up. "Aw, it wouldn't be you if you didn't embed yourself in my life. We're buds, right? And what buds do matters." "Yes, it does. I'm sorry about Heero being... doing what he does. Trowa travels and is away so much of the time and I feel sorry for myself about that, but you, you have even more divergent career paths." "Divergent, heh, heh, yeah, you could say that." Duo sensed an improvement is Quatre's mood and then his friend chuckled. "So what'sup, buddy of mine who likes a challenging love life?" "I'm emailing it to you now. Security system information. I don't know how much of it you can use, but there... it... is." "It's loading now. So, where'd you get this?" "Rashid and Pargon are getting along well, it seems. Pargon was giving him a walk-through of the building and he took him to security central, it appears, and there are the details he learned." "This is good, very good. I needed this. The maps are only so informative, and I wasn't about to use Heero to, you know?" "I do. I'm glad to be of service, Duo. Take care, now and sleep well." "Backatcha, babycakes!" Duo bounced on his mattress, cheering loudly. Another stumbling block in the way to a successful job, reduced to gravel. As long as it didn't mix with water and become quicksand, he was good. (o) The next morning didn't start out well. First, it rained. A return of the wet weather pattern this early would add dimensions of difficulty to the job. Roof climbing would be even more of a slippery slope than Trowa had promised. Second, was a call from the TV producer's assistant, Lucrezia Noin. It was 10 AM, practically dawn's early light. "Good God!" Duo screamed inwardly. "..." Actually, he said a bit more than that, but it doesn't bear repeating. "I have Mr. Treize Khushrenada on the other line," Noin told him. "Aw, shit!" Duo fumed. "Why don't you just take me now and get this misery over with?" Mornings brought out the melodramatic in him, especially before coffee. "Mr. Maxwell," she said, ignoring him completely or just expecting no less from an "actor". "He has very important information to pass on." "Swell-" Duo struggled into a sitting position, tucking his pillow behind his back, and held the phone to his ear. "I'm here." "Good morning, Mr. Maxwell." "Morning to you, too, Mr. Khushrenada." It was morning. Nothing good about it, though. "We'll require you and your crew's services at the palace for some preliminary shots. There's also a set that's been created for a few of your planning meetings." "Say what?" Duo coughed. "You'll agree with me that there is no way to get an entire television season out of a single day's filming?" "I was hoping." Duo had been hoping to avoid it. Yes, he had scanned the "script" and timetable sent to him by AOK, but it had all seemed unimportant, when viewed in context of the whole job. And to be honest, Heero-dreams had completely wiped it out of his mind. And if he'd forgotten this, what else? "We want to begin with you planning the job, then move along to setting it up, maybe we'll have someone toss a monkey wrench into the works so that you'd have to go back for another confab. You have a hideout where you hammer out your plans, haven't you?" "No." "Oh, well, we'll create one in the studio." "No. I mean, only me gets filmed. Not the others. I promised them or the deal's off." That was met with a minute of silence. In the background, Duo could hear a woman's voice, Noin, probably. "These people are thieves! Rotten thieves!" Treize's soothing voice was till audible, though turned away from the phone. "Of course they are. That's why we hired them." He sounded as bewildered as Duo felt. Treize returned to the phone. "We'll seat you so only you... and that other girl... Hilde... are facing the camera." "I'll think about it." "Don't push me too far, Maxwell. We are paying you. Each and every one of them has twenty-four hundred dollars out of us already." "Less taxes," Duo said, sounding bitter. "All right. You can get me and Hilde and the back of a few heads, but you supply the heads. My people are too damn busy working to sit around on their asses pretending to work." "You mean you've got the job all planned out already?" "Well, hell, yeah! It takes weeks of prep work and if we're going to make the cleaning date, we damned well better be ready by now. Geez..." "You, Hilde, and... we'll have some stand-ins in place, tonight, at the studio, 9PM. No excuses." The producer sounded serious. Which rubbed Duo a bit raw. This was TV! Entertainment! It was supposed to be fun and he'd been having all kinds of fun up until now. Now it was beginning to sound a lot like work and he already had a job. Duo decided to ignore the other man's change of mood and play up the breezy feeling he preferred. "Gotcha! 9 PM." And then he remembered his appointment with Heero. What a letdown! He didn't know how he'd cancel on him. But he made that call next. Of course, Heero understood, he too, it turned out, he wouldn't have been able to meet for long anyway, so it was working out badly for both of them. (o) Actually, Duo found the filming process to be more fun than he'd thought it would be. They agreed to continue filming the fake scenes for the next two days, which should be about enough material to fill a month or two of shows when combined with exterior shots of the palace and historical filler on the circus and the Sanc monarchy. Duo learned how a rehearsal was a real boon to doing the job right and wished he could do a trial run of the entire caper. In fact, he found sitting around talking shop with a bunch of strangers to be kind of fun, as though he was in a real hideout having real conversations with real buds, buds with intelligent contributions and who respected him. Somehow it came about that Hilde should be his girlfriend. So they filmed a bit where he said a few flirty things and she sat on his lap. Everyone knew a little sex captured an audience, so they went with the flow. This new layer changed the dynamic in a way the stand-in actors understood. This gang became more united and confident-interesting to watch. They came up with imaginative problems that meant reworking the plans, ditching an idea here, patching in another there. It was almost real, close enough that Duo had to be especially careful not to let the actual plans out of the bag. If it wasn't for the complexity and the intrusion on his "Heero time", Duo would have loved the filming part more than the actual thievery. Sure, he liked messing with the tricky little security workarounds and high tech devices he would need to break in, and spent hours in preparation perfecting them for this job, but the role playing was something new entirely. Duo called Quatre to report about his activity. "That's part of what makes this whole thing strangely interesting: you never actually do anything, you just keep planning to. And as some point every day you sit in front of a television set and watch what you did yesterday, and agree you aren't half bad. Oh, crap, TK's calling me again." Quatre laughed and ended the call. "Duo here. What'sup?" "Progress." "Yeah, the stuff we've done looks pretty good, I thought." "Not bad, no. Still... You were all agreeing with one another all the time." "Yeah, I liked that part best." "We need conflict. Conflict adds drama, young man." "I guess." Duo had his fill of drama. "You got something in mind?" "What if there was a rift in the group? A little struggle for agreements?" "You want us to fight?" "If you would. That would be nice." Oh, yeah, wouldn't it, though? Duo called Hilde and gave her the news. "We could have a fight over some plan and one of the others could make a move on me and you could start a brawl." "I don't know." "Hell, I'd watch a show like that myself!" What had he gotten himself into? (o) Three days after the canceled date, Duo was finally able to arrange to meet Heero for a lunch date. He was first to arrive at the diner and since he needed something cold he went ahead and ordered himself a malted. When Heero entered, Duo was already sipping at his milkshake and winced as he attempted to smile. He blamed Hilde for his injury. Her and all her brilliant ideas. A fight! And weren't movie fights supposed to be fake? "What happened to your lip?" Heero asked. "I got punched in the face." "I guessed that. By whom?" "I have no idea." "I bet you do." "All right. Greg somebody and don't ask why. It's just too damned stupid to explain." "Sure you don't want me to beat up this... Greg person?" Heero asked, perking up. "You know, in about a week, I might let you."
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