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Lady Une Feb 23 2009, 10:47 PM Post #1
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Une allowed Mariemaia to return the brat to her parent, watching out of the corner of her eye as she vanished into the crowd. Again, she was grateful she didn't have to go through that stage with her ward. She paused a moment, thinking. Mariemaia never spoke to her about her biological mother, and in truth, Une didn't like to think about the woman. Back when she though Treize was dead, and she could allow herself to love him, the idea that he had given his only (she believed) child to another woman was a painful thought. But in the end, it had been Une, not Treize, not Leia Barton, who raised Mariemaia. As and for the girl's behavior and personality, well...she might as well have been Une's own daughter.

Wandering away from the dining room (she had no appetite whatsoever, and truly had no desire to speak with anyone at the moment), Une found herself in the gallery. It was relaxing to look at the paintings, to lose herself in the Monets and Picassos. The buzz was wearing off. She felt like her old self again.

Suddenly, a loud bang demolished the silence, and she jerked her head sharply. Working for OZ and the Preventers made her very well aware of what an explosion sounded like.

Whipping out her phone, she hit David's speed dial. Screw the texts, there was no time. As the department head, Une was well aware that mysterious explosions in presidential residences was generally not a good thing. Turning, she headed back towards the dining room, growing ever more frustrated as the phone rang. Why the hell wasn't he answering?

"Hello?"

"David, what the hell?"

"Sorry ma'am. I couldn't hear my phone. Is everything okay?"

"I heard an explosion."

"A what?"

"Damn it, David. You heard me. I want you to call at least two teams from the local office in. Then figure out what the hell that noise was."

"Yes ma'am."

There was an audible click as her assistant hung up. Une shoved her phone back into her clutch. A cold feeling was creeping to her chest. She picked her phone up again and dialed quickly.

"Hello, I'd like to speak with Agent Hill please. It's Lady Une, from the Preventers. Yes, it's a bit of an emergency..."
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Heero Yuy Feb 26 2009, 03:14 PM Post #2
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Gun once again in hand, Heero slipped into the gallery, planning to use the oddly empty room as a center to begin deeper advancement into the chaos filling the rest of the palace. Quite a bit of activity still took place in the other areas, as far as his swift, judging glances discerned. It was just as he came around the corner of one display wall, spotting Une, that Quatre's voice crackled over the receiver perched at his ear.

"Heero, what is your location?"

"The gallery," he responded. "I've found Une. I'll inform her of what we know before moving on." Cutting the communication, he approached the formidable woman.
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Quatre R. Winner Feb 27 2009, 11:33 AM Post #3
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"Dining room clear, entering the kitchen facility."

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Heero Yuy Feb 28 2009, 03:04 AM Post #4
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Once done with the rundown of happenings for Une, Heero made a sweep of the gallery. The room remained strangely empty, despite the nooks and crannies that made for great hiding spots. He was just about to slip out into the halls and weave amongst the escaping horde when Quatre's voice interrupted him.

He paused to respond, tapping the button on his earpiece almost as a second thought. "Acknowledged. Gallery remains clear. Une informed. Continuing on to check upstairs."

At the door, Heero scrunched himself back so he couldn't be seen -- this sure was a lot harder than when he was 15 -- waiting for an opening. A glance back showed Une still holding her post near the window.
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Since Trowa and Quatre had killed or blinded nearly everything that moved—along with some of the carpets—between here and the dining room, it was time to move on. Also he was nearly out of bullets.

Trowa approached Heero and Lady Une while still holding Maury Madhatter's hand. It wasn't that he was rubbing in that he'd now stolen two—count 'em, two—girls from Heero now. No, he simply wanted to keep her close. And of course, Trowa had a goal of shagging anyone who wouldn't kill him, and while Minnie Mayonnaise was delirious she was uncharacteristically docile. Excellent.

"Hey, Heero," Trowa said, staring at the pilot near the door. He called that hiding?  "What's the good word?"

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Mariemaia Khushrenada Feb 28 2009, 04:35 AM Post #6
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Mariemaia clung on to Trowa as he led her through the halls of the palace, they ended up before Lady Une and Heero Yuy.

"Hey, Heero. What's the good word?"

She leaned into Trowa, stumbling a bit, and stroked his muscular arm lovingly.

“Mama- I’ve met a man-- And I am running away to the circus and there is nothing you can do to stop me!” The teenager proclaimed with conviction. Would she know Trowa worked in the circus—probably not. But it didn’t matter – she was in love. She could take care of Trowa’s lion, or learn to juggle. She could sleep next to Trowa on his single mattress- the redhead didn’t take up much space.

But she became distracted—Heero looked damn good in mercenary mode holding a gun masterfully. Maybe she could become his protégé- ala Leon: The Professional.

Decisions, decisions.
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Heero Yuy Feb 28 2009, 02:47 PM Post #7
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Heero blinked when he found himself being addressed by Trowa. Having not expected this, Heero simply repeated: "Good word?"

Then, his gaze shifted, taking in the rest of what was before him. He zeroed in on Mariemaia. Whose hand was being held by Trowa. Somewhere in the back of his head, Heero felt a switch go off. Or is that on? Either way, it did something and made Heero's eye twitch as a result. And then Hot Panties flipped the switch again and jammed things into it so that it couldn't be flipped back.

“Mama- I’ve met a man-- And I am running away to the circus and there is nothing you can do to stop me!”

What the hell? No, seriously. Heero looked from Trowa to Maia and back. Then again. Then a few more times. If Heero's gun were made of less sturdy stuff, it would've looked like a wad of crumpled paper in his hand. Strangely, Maia's words sent a song running through Heero's head. A little ditty called... Bohemian Rhapsody. Particularly that part about killing a man. "Put a gun against his head, pulled my trigger, now he's dead." Yeah, that part.

But he wouldn't do that to a friend. A buddy. An amigo. Instead, he chose another route. "A smart man wouldn't forget how old Hot Panties is in front of her mother."

Forget the rest of what's happening because there was trouble a-brewin' in Heero's own backyard. And did he just call her Hot Panties out loud again? Sooner or later that was really going to get him in trouble. Especially considering he'd so recently laid one on Relena. Which he really wanted to do again when blood loss wasn't such an issue. Okay, maybe a little here and there, purposely drawn in pretty patterns with his favorite little knife... Yeah. Hot.

Heero shook the burgeoning fantasy off and glared at Trowa.
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Howard Mar 1 2009, 01:02 AM Post #8
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Trowa's phone rings!

Trowa, it's Howard. I need you to go over to the far wall, to that painting of the fat woman in a sheet. Take the painting down, there should be a bomb in the wall. I need you to disarm it.
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"Huh?"  Trowa felt his pants ringing and pulled the cell out of his knickers before it could play another chorus of Cathy's Clown.  "Hello? This is Trowa."

"Trowa, it's Howard. I need you to go over to the far wall, to that painting of the fat woman in a sheet. Take the painting down, there should be a bomb in the wall. I need you to disarm it."

Doh!  Trowa let go of Manny Moto's hand, then thought better of it and kissed it before turning toward the wall in question. How had he missed the fat lady before now? Probably a Renoir, but Trowa was no art expert. He was, however, a bomb expert, and pulled the painting off the wall and handed it to Merry Music.

Unfortunately he hadn't thought to bring any tools with him to the party, so this was going to be a bit dicey using little drink parasols. And he'd have to go round some of those up since he'd tossed his out the window earlier.

"Erm...Heero? Could you give me a hand?"

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Heero Yuy Mar 1 2009, 02:29 AM Post #10
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Still giving Trowa an intent frown, Heero stepped closer -- making certain to put himself between Maia and Trowa -- and eyed the device revealed after the painting was moved. It'd been a while since he'd seen one of these. Heero wondered if a bit of applause would go over well, then decided it probably wouldn't. After all, bombs and jokes about them weren't normally very funny, especially when the one in question was right in front of you.

Heero sniffed a little and rubbed at his nose when it itched a bit. "Well, crap. I was hoping I wouldn't have to deal with one of these things."
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