"...." talking italics thinking <<....>> noises/radio *.....* action
<<Teams. Forward to position.>>
Before they knew what hit them, every guard was knocked unconscious and removed. The clings and clangs of metal gear rang loud only to be drowned out by the rustle of the leaves. Dressed in night camo, sporting gas masks and night vision, the only glimsp one could hope to catch of the squad was the slight glimmer of their weapons in the moonlight.
<<Team 5 infiltrating. Teams 1 and 2 standby.>>
As quiet as humanly possible, the shadows of about 20 men scaled the building. Once the rope was raised and out of sight, more shadows moved to the doors.
<<Wait for it.............go!>>
Immediately the school of over 40 men slipped into the side doors of the building. Large crates stacked sky high filled the large room. Ducking behind them, the troops were able to fall into position, posting at least 2 men in every direction. The people inside were surrounded. They just didn't know it yet.
<<Team leader 5 how's my zero?>>
<<You're good Team leader 2. Team 1 fall back about 5 feet.>>
<<Roger that. Team 3 and 4 what's your status?>>
<<This is Team leader 3. Sector north and east are secured.>>
<<This is Team leader 4. Sector south and west are secured. You're free to proceed.>>
<<Roger. Little red, proceed to gramma's house.>>
Out of the shadows, one of the members crept forward armed with a crowbar. Slipping behind a fairly large crate, he waited for the signal. The actual workers of the warehouse were too busy moving the large wooden boxes to notice. The loud beeping of the cranes and shouts of orders kept all noises that the teams made unnoticed. A little ways ahead, one of the power lifters was setting down some large boxes. The signal came and Little red pried open the crate before him just as the boxes bounced with a loud thump. Everyone waited anxiously for his report.
<<Negative. It's just a bunch of pots and vases.>>
<<Are you sure?>>
<<Yes sir.>>
<<Alright. Little red, move to the box about 20 paces to your left. See what's in there.>>
<<Roger that.>>
<<Beware of wolves. 9 o'clock.>>
Again, the man followed the same procedures as before. He hid in the shadows and waited until it was clear. Then waited again for a chance to pry open the crates without anyone noticing.
<<Shit. It's just more pots.>>
<<Damnit! Are they nice pots? Maybe we can get them on illegal weapon charges and bad taste.>>
<<Leader 2 calm down or your team is going to lose it.>>
<<This is team leader 4, what's going on in there?>>
<<All we got is pots and pans.>>
<<What!?>>
<<Don't listen to him 4. We have pots and vases.>>
<<Oh big difference Heero.>>
<<It's leader 1 Duo....I mean, team leader 2.>>
<<Wait. Did you say vases? Did you check inside the vases?>>
<<Um...wait. Little Red. Did you check inside the vases?>>
<<No. I'll go check right now.>>
<<Wolves at 3! Keep your position!>>
Once the coast was clear, said member returned to the crate he opened before. Picking up one of the large vases, he stuck his hand in. After a few seconds of stuggle to get it out, they finally found what they were looking for. A plastic bag filled with white powder.
<<Bingo.>>
<<Don't get too happy yet. You're still in the forest and we need to take the Pepsi challenge. Leader 5, can you spot a good place from on high?>>
Up on the roof along the rafters and basic edge of the wall, was the team of men in black that had scaled the building earlier. The team leader, marked with an arm band that read 5, edged along the beam that ran the length of the warehouse with binoculars in hand.
<<........there's a nice spot over in the south east end. Red. Move forward about 20 feet then make a left. It'll put you under and behind a bunch of boxes. You can take the Pepsi challenge there.>>
<<Roger 5.>>
The rest swallowed and waited as Little Red, their scout for the night made his way over to said spot and retrieved his gear. He took out a small electronic device with a needle tip and jammed it into the package.
<<Come on little red, we haven't got all night. Do we got the right one baby uh-huh?>>
<<Almost there........*beep* oh yeah.. Can't beat the real thing!>>
<<All teams stand by! Hunters go on signal!>>
Like a swarm of insects, a loud buzz of clicks and shuffles sounded through the large room. The workers ordered stop and raised their weapons.
<<GO!>>
There was a resounding *PONG* then metal canisters streaming with smoke flew through the air.
"It's tear gas!"
"SHIT!"
All chaos broke loose as the shadows along the walls moved in. The men opened fire turning left and right trying to spray the enemy down with their machine guns. But before their efforts could take effect, they were knocked mercilessly to the floor by the shadows decending from above. Someone cut the lights and there was a mad scramble for a second, but one of the team leaders loudly ordered for everyone to turn on their nightvision. Better equiped, outnumbered, and out-armed, they could only surrender while falling to their feet, still choking from the tear gas.
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Outside was rather quiet compared to the ruckuss that was going on inside. Nevertheless, they stood ready, blocking off any chance for escape.
<<3 and 4! Rats coming your way! Nor...>>
Before he could finish, the doors of the northern entrance blew open. The men infront of it dived for cover as others rolled on the ground trying to put out their burning clothing. More machine guns fired as two cars charged forward at full speed. A few team members shouted for them to stop but only got a face full of lead and dust as their reply.
<<Teams 3 and 4. Report!>>
<<This is team leader 3, we have rats on the loose. We're going to have to see about setting a road block...."
<<SCREEEEEEECH>>
"Trowa get in!"
Mask off and in the driver seat, Quatre waited for Trowa to leap into the hummer, then sped off for the chase. The warehouse was located on the moutain side, and there was only one way the others could have gone. Putting petal to the metal, they raced down the highway at speeds of almost 200 km/hr. They could see the backlights of their targets infront of them. Trowa grabbed a Beretta M-9 from the back, checked the clip, then pulled himself up so he could brace against the side of the vehicle. Quatre, who had been totally focused on the road up til now, spared a glance over his shoulder only to see his partner practically hanging outside the truck.
Quatre: "What the hell are you doing!?" <<SCREECH>>
Trowa: *grabs hold of door* "Shit! Just drive! You want me to fall out of here?"
Quatre: "You mind sparing a second to explain to me why the hell you're hanging out the window!?"
Trowa: *aims* "I'm going to shoot their tires."
Quatre: "You're WHAT!?"
Trowa: "Just hold the car steady."
Quatre: "With that dinky thing? Ever heard of a shotgun or rifle or something!?"
Trowa: "This will do. Just hold her steady."
"If this works you owe me dinner!"
"Say what!?"
<<BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM>> <<THRONn SCREEEECH>>
"Shit! Christ! Get down!"
The car infront of them swirved hard, the rubber from the blown tires flying off with each turn. The driver desparately tried to regain control but it was too late. The car spun out, narrowly missing the hummer Quatre was driving, and smashed into the metal railings.
"One down. One more to go."
"It's not that simple. GET DOWN!"
Grabbing on to Trowa's uniform, Quatre yanked him down just in time as a stream of bullets destroyed their windshield. The man in the other car continued shooting at them, aiming for the hood trying to blow the engine. But those who know hummers, know that it's next to impossible unless you had some really nice guns. However, the endless shower of bullets forced Quatre to keep his head down. Unable to see infront of him, it was all he could do to keep the damn thing from crashing into the rails.
Quatre: "This isn't going to work." <<ping>> "ahh!"
Trowa: "Keep your head down." <<ping ping>> "I got an idea."
Quatre: "It's not going to work."
Trowa: "You haven't even heard it yet!"
Quatre: "It's not going to work!" <<ping krang>> "Shit!" <<Screeeeech....screeech>>
Trowa: "Look....I'm going to open the door. And I'll try to pick him off from the side."
Quatre: "IT'S NOT GOING TO WORK!"
Not heeding his warning one bit, Trowa leaned back and opened the passenger door. It was immediately fired at but the armour on the door served as an effectve shield. Now hanging out of the car from the waist up, he aimed the barrel of his pistol between the gap on the door.
"Just hold her steady....."
<<pooom>>
The man in the other car toppled over lifeless, his body sprawled over the trunk.
"I told you I had good aim."
"Just shut up and get back in here! I'm going to force him off the side."
Using his greatly developed abdominal muscles, Trowa sat up into the car and closed the door behind him. Once he heard the slam of the door, Quatre heaved a small sigh of relief, then narrowed his eyes.
"Hold on!"
Slamming down on the accelerator, he sped up until he was side by side with the hunky blue cadelac that was their target's car. Then with a yell, he spun the wheel left slamming their hummer into it. The metal screamed as car scraped rail at over 200 km/hr. Harder and harder he pressed until the metal gave way. The cady's hood smashed like a paper airplane hitting a wall sending the car spinning out of control crashing into the cement railing that separated the highway. Once they were a safe distance away, Quatre spun the wheel and pulled up the hand brake spinning the hummer around to face the car. Grabbing their guns, they got out of the truck and ran over to the demolished car.
"Freeze! UNP! Put your weapons down!"
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"Cheers!"
The five team leaders plus three directors hit glasses in celebration. It has become a custom for them to come here for drinks after any particularly troublesome assignments. The department would book the entire place, treating every member of every team that participated. It was quite expensive, but it made for happy employees.
"30 kg of cocaine plus half a million dollars worth of illegal weapons. Truly a job well done. Congratulations everyone!"
That would be Lady Une. An efficient and authoritative woman who captures the loyaty of men and soldiers alike. With or without her glasses. She is the Head Director of the UNP, short for Universal Nation's Preventers.
Eventhough there was no longer any real threat of war, it is difficult to keep peace on both the Earth and the Colonies. At a time where alliances were at stake and small differences could result in major conflicts, what they needed was a higher power. One that had authority wherever they went. And who better to entrust this power than to the people who brought peace in the first place.
"It's a miracle that both sides suffered minimal casualties."
"Yes. Keep up the good work. But don't forget. All of you are still human. You must put your own safety first."
Lucrezia Noin and Zechs Merquise. Both Assistant Directors of the UNP. Together, they are in charge of assigning, maintaining, and supervising, of the Team Leaders that made up the core of the department. Heero Yuy. Leader of Team 1- special assault. Duo Maxwell. Leader of Team 2- bomb specialists. Trowa Barton. Leader of Team 3- SWAT. Quatre Raberba Winner. Leader of Team 4- intelligence and backup. Wufei Chang. Leader of Team 5- intelligence and assault. Each team is comprised of over 20 men and women trained and selected from the top of the class. Together with their team leaders, they make the most powerful law enforcement in AC history.
Duo: "So......Miss Lady...is there a....oh I don't know......cash bonus for the job well done?" *wiggles eyebrows*
Heero: "Must you ask that every time."
Duo: "Che. Unlike some people, I'm poor. Okay?"
Quatre: "Hn. Pardon my existance."
Duo: "Ehehehe." *puts arm around Q* "Awww...You know what I mean. You still love me." *kiss kiss*
Wufei: *drinks bubble tea* "......I'd advise you not to do that."
Duo: *blink blink* "heh?" *looks sideways* ".....uh-oh."
About a little ways down, an indescribable air of ....something was emitting from a certain person who shall remain nameless.
Duo: *slight perspiration* "So......who's up for some singing huh? We got the whole room to ourselves."
For those who've never been to a karaoke lounge, there is of course, the public lounge out in the front. Then there are the private rooms which are like little dens, with really nice seats. In the middle would be a table for drinks and foods, and in the front is the big screen tv and another little tv that you use to pick songs with. On the roof would be a disco ball that twirled the light in the room and then there were the mics attached to the stereosystem under the tv. Needless to say, said group are sitting in one such rooms.
A hush falls upon the room.
Noin: "The department has issued a house for all of you to live in. They will pay for all the rent and utilities. You'll just have to pay for food and other expenses."
The boys gawked and stared with blank looks on their faces.
Zechs: "They're doing this because they think it will be easier to look for you all that way. Right now you're all scattered across the area. That way we don't have to wait to get all of you together...."
"No way."
Now it was the directors' turn to stare.
Lady: "Why not? I thought you liked each other...."
Duo: "Liking each other is one thing. Living together for an extended period of time is another."
Wufei: *crosses arms* "For the record I'd like to state that I do not 'like' I simply tolerate."
Quatre: "I have my own house. I don't need to move." *sips ice taro*
Trowa: "I've already paid rent. It would be a waste of money."
Heero: *crosses arms* "I don't really care."
*sweatdrop*
Seemingly overwhelmed by the scene before her, Lady Une drooped her shoulders and started to shake with anger. Zechs and noin, who were sitting beside her quickly edged away. Head snapping up, she put on her glasses and stomped her foot on the table.
"UUURAAA! It's not for you to decide!!! The department has bestowed this gift unto you and it is your duty to take it! AND! If you dare refuse the lot of you will be FIRED!!!!!"
Out of breath and whatever demon had urged her on before, Lady tried to muster her most authoritative stance and stand up to the boys sitting before her.
Quatre: "Um.......Lady Une-san. We're...working here because you asked us to.....so firing isn't really a threat to us......." *sweatdrop smile* "...ano......."
Wufei: "If we don't do this we could do something else."
Duo: "Hm......come to think of it Hirde has been bugging me to go back and help...."
Trowa: "....the circus has aquired a few tigers recently....."
Heero: "It doesn't matter to me."
Lady Une: "........" *hangs head* "Do what you like."
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"So tell me why we're doing this again?"
In a quiet suburban neighbourhood, infront of a peaceful two story house was a large moving truck filled with to the brim with boxes of luggage.
Wufei: *grabs box* "Superior's orders."
Trowa: *grabs box* "It's free."
Heero: *grabs lamps* "It doesn't matter to me."
Duo: *sets down box* "Because if we don't Lady Une will never shut up."
For the last month, everytime Lady Une saw any of the boys, the first thing she said was 'are you ready to move in?'. It drove them crazy.
Quatre: *leans against truck* "haaaaaaaaa. Do you have any idea how long it took for me to convince everybody to let me move. Just the Maguanacs alone took 1 week." *bangs head*
Duo: "Quit stalling and help move this stuff." *gives Q box*
Quatre: "hai hai. "
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After their little tour of the house, the boys went back downstairs and sat on the hard wood floors. Now there was just this small problem of room assignments.
Heero: "It doesn't matter to me."
Duo: "Yeah we heard you the first time."
Quatre: "um.....I don't mind rooming with Duo."
Wufei: "I don't care who I'm stuck with as long as you stay quiet."
Quatre: "I guess that narrows you down to Trowa or Heero then."
Trowa: "It doesn't matter to me."
Duo: "Okay. Well I don't mind rooming with Quatre either, so we're definately buddies. That leaves who you guys want to room with and who gets the solo."
Heero/Trowa/Wufei: "........"
*Q & D sweatdrop*
Quatre: "eh.....don't you just hate it when they do that?."
Duo: "uh-huh." *nods*
Quatre: "Can they actually live together without talking and just nodding like that?"
Duo: "uh-uh." *shakeshead*
Wufei/Heero/Trowa: "Didn't we say we didn't have a problem?"
Duo: "Yeah but we have a problem."
Quatre: "We wouldn't know if you died in your sleep."
all: "............"
Wufei: "......." *slams hand on floor* "Alright! Enough of this nonsense. We all know what is going to work and what isn't so why don't I just say it. Duo and Heero you share. Same goes for Quatre and Trowa. I'll go solo. Okay!? Good!" *breathes hard* "Any questions?"
"..............."
"Che. He just wants his own room."
"SHUT UP!"
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In all, the boys finally got their own place and thus, begins their new life together as a familiy under one roof.
Can't you just feel the happiness?
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An old couple walked down the street hand in hand, taking their morning stole. Both were dressed in sweats with those tri-coloured headbands encircling their brows. They were known in the neighbourhood as grandma and grandpa as they've been living there forever and knew practically everyone.
grandma: "We should pay a visit to the new family that's moved in."
grandpa: "Yes. I believe they are 5 brothers? ha ha. Must be great fun."
grandma: "Hm.....think they would like some of my chocolate chip cookies?"
grandpa: "No one can resist your cookies dear." *stops* "Ehya I think this is the place."
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"Heero Yuy! When are you going to take the laundry out of the GOD DAMN WASHER!?????????"
"....I was going to do that later...."
"Shut up Duo I'm trying to sleep!!"
"Everyone. Breakfast is ready!"
".....*yawn* What's on the menu today?"
"For Christsake! Doesn't anyone know how to say goodmorning in this household? Manners! Manners!"
"Shut up Duo or I'll hack you to pieces!"
"ooooooh. Who would have figured Wufei wasn't a morning person!?"
"....Manners? ..........Morning Quatre." *chu*
"eh?.....eh. Goodmorning......... Trowa."
"Jesus! Nobody needs to see that! Yuy! Get that laundry into the dryer or else!"
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Outside, the old couple stared at the house with their chins plastard to their chest.
grandma: "...um....maybe we should come back another time dear."
grandpa: "Right you are. We have to make those cookies first too now don't we."
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"SHI-NE!!! DUO MAXWELL!!!"
"WAHHHHHHHHHH!"
<<Clang>> <<Crash>>
"YUY! THE LAUNDRY!!"
<<Crash>>
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