"Tangerine Speedo" or Speedos in general. Those people are all _very_ rich and happy and
seeing as how I'm broke... I _definitely_ have nothing to do with owning those things.
~*~*~
Chapter 1 - Fallen Angels
"I never thought I'd live to see the day when _you_, of all people on God's green earth,
told me to lighten up and have fun... Shit. Where's a camera when you need one."
~*~*~
"Marina Donovan, just shut up and get your ass down the shaft. NOW!!!" the brown-eyed
brunnette yelled, leaving little elbow room for arguments. She aimed down her pistol barrel
and popped the crap out of some fool stupid enough to go against her.
Unfortunately, arguing was her redheaded, blue-eyed companion's forte`. Adding to the
problem, was the stressful fact that they were now cornered like rats.
"Like hell Trinn! You need back-", she was cut off by a soft spoken, green-eyed blonde
firing a menacing 9mm at various and sundry goon-like attackers.
"Actually, Mary; Arbie doesn't need backup because she's leaving with us. We need to get as
far away as possible, so that she can detonate the devices, and we can all pass the goods
to Heero."
Trinn looked at Annette Kenseke with a grateful expression. "She's right, as always, now
get your butt down the hole!"
"Yeah whatever!" Marina snapped, and proceeded to worm her way into the garbage chute.
"I owe you again girl." Trinn said as another goon went down, this time with Annette's
bullet.
"Anytime, Arbie." Annie responded, as she went down the hole, followed closely by Trinn.
They slid down the constricted tunnel and eventually flew through the open air and into a
dumpster. Climbing out, they began to run. At a respectable distance of 2 blocks, Trinn
pushed a button on her watch; the building they had just left went up in flames complete
with an earth-shattering explosion.
"What now Akay?" Martina mused, watching the crimson flames.
Annette winked,"We go home and wait for darling Heero to contact us with a dropoff point."
Trinn grinned. "Mission accomplished."
~*~*~
"Please get me a towel, Mr. Tangerine Speedo. You're all over town, Tangerine -La-la,l- "
"Hello Trinity", the radio buzzed. Miss Trinity Lansing was peeved.
"Damn you Heero! That was my favorite song!"
"I'm sure it is, as it gives you an excuse to dance around in your underwear and sing at
the top of your lungs in your bedroom."
Instead of having the grace to blush, she got even angrier.
"How did you know?!" She smirked. "Did you enjoy it?"
"Immensely", Heero replied, sarcastically. "I am contacting you to give you the dropoff
location. The Library at 3rd and Anderson. You will be asked 'How're the cherry blossom
trees?'. You will respond 'Kitto ok.'."
"Will do", she said nonchalantly, ajusting her slipping, black bra straps and scribbling
the address and information at the same time. She smiled,"Why won't you let me seduce you
Heero?"
"I already have a lover." *CLICK*
The radio blared.
- re as straight as Magellan/
If you've got a secret weapon well you sure as hell ain't tellin/
'Cause your mouth has made an offer that their bodies cannot veto/
No woman can resist a man who looks good in a Speedo
Trinity snorted derisively at the paradox known as 'men'.
"Typical." She turned to her door, opened it, and shouted down the stairs,"I got the
location; who's turn is it?"
"YOURS!!!!"
"Kuso! I'm not deaf you know!!!!"
~*~*~
"Uh. Heero. Explain to me exactly _why_ we're at a gentleman's club again", said a clearly
distressed young man dressed in black from head to toe.
If one didn't look close enough this delicate featured gentleman could be confused with a
pretty girl. The rump-length, chesnut braid he sported only made the problem worse.
"We're waiting for someone, Maxwell. Be patient. You're 20, so enjoy yourself while you're
here", responded his companion; his prussian blue eyes masked by unruly dark brown bangs,
never leaving the door to the "establishment".
Duo Maxwell was in shock.
"I never thought I'd live to see the day when _you_, of all people on God's green earth,
told me to lighten up and have fun... Shit. Where's a camera when you need one."
Heero Yuy was about to tell him to 'shut the hell up', when someone walked through the
door. The tall woman shut it behind her and took up a conspicious place near it. He left
the chatterbox and walked over to her.
"How're the cherry blossom trees?" he murmured in her ear. Tall and pretty, she was about
5'10". She had a thing for leather, as evidenced by her choice of leather boots, leather
pants and leather jacket covering a black and red spagetti-strap tank top.
Trinity looked up at him. He was taller than her by about 5 inches, about 6'3". He was
dressed in a black t-shirt and jeans with a black trenchcoat. She could clearly see the
holster peeking from around his left side, but could barely make out his cold blue eyes
through wild bangs.
"Kitto ok. Heero? I'm suprised; you're even cuter than I thought." She smiled disarmingly
as he began to escort her back to the table.
"Oi Heero! Who's the chick!?"
The voice jerked Trinity out of her incredibly personal thoughts involving her, Heero and
chocolate sauce. Brown eyes lit upon the 'girl' who had spoken.
"Oh. No wonder you won't let me seduce you Heero. She's very pretty, but does she make you
happy?"
Trinity sat down and crossed her arms behind her head and put her feet up on the chair
across from her; eyes sparkling with mischief. Heero inwardly laughed at how completely
oblivious his fellow pilot was. Duo was currently looking over both shoulders to see who
this 'crazy chick' was talking to. It suddenly dawned on him as he turned to face her.
Duo needed a second to think of a snappy comeback, and he used this time to take in her
appearence. Her slightly tanned skin in the middle of winter made him think that she had
some South American/Latino heritage and her dark brown hair loose around her shouders and
thin bangs in her eyes gave her a laid-back air. However, remembering that she knew Heero,
Duo figured she was not a person to cross the wrong way because Heero had a tendency to
well... shoot anything that pissed him off. This upset him, and he forgot what he was going
to say; so he blurted out an unbeleivably original response instead.
"I'm a guy."
Trinn was _not_ impressed. It was a wonder Heero got anything done at _all_ with people
like _this_ around. So, she mused, 'she's' a 'he'.
"Heero, I didn't think you swung that way."
This got _quite_ a response from both pilots.
"I don't."
"What! Heero! You've got to be joking! I'm staight! Even if I was gay, I wouldn't date
someone like him! He doesn't ev-"
Trinn tuned out to 'blabberbutt' and slipped the manila folder with the documents and discs
in it across the table to Heero. He flipped it open and perused the contents quickly,
nodding silently. Closing the folder he reached into his trenchcoat pocket and produced a
rumpled envelope, this he slid across the table to Trinity who secreted it... somewhere.
Duo had not stopped talking.
"-est Quatre talks! Gay indeed! Yeah su... Are you two even listening to me?"
"No", Heero responded, sounding bored.
Trinity simply rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. You know, Heero, you never answered my question. Who's the chick?" asked Duo,
glancing inquisitively in her direction.
"My name", Trinn cut in, "is Arbie. Alright?"
"Arbie?" Duo asked, chuckling.
"Yeah, Arbie, R. B., righteous bitch. Good enough an explanation for ya, nosy baka?"
explained Trinity through clenched teeth, the good-natured ex-Gundam pilot grating at her
nerves.
Duo's trademark grin spread slowly across his face. She seemed like the kind of woman who
wore slinky black underwear.
"Don't insult me. I used to be a Gundam pilot, you know, and now I'm a high-ranking
Preventer."
"Really? How impressive. You're so lucky...", she replied, obviously not caring at all.
She got up and nodded in Heero's direction. He nodded back, and with that, she made her
exit; stage left.
"Heero?"
"Nani Maxwell?"
"Where the _hell_ do you find these people?!"
"Around..."
~*~*~
The beads of nervous perspiration clustered on Marina's upper lip and the bridge of her
nose, but she didn't notice. She was deep into hacking the Preventers information database.
When Trinn had come home she had told them what had gone on and Marina announced afterward,
that she was going to hole up in her room and _hack_. By _hack_, the author means that she
would stay glued to her computer until she accomplished what she set out to do or die
trying. No bathroom breaks; no food breaks; no nothing.
Scary isn't it?
Anyway, at 3:24 A.M., she achieved her goal. She printed the reams of information on our
five young gentleman and read in astonishment.
"Holy hell! Arbie! Akay! You will _so_ not believe who our employers are!"
~*~*~
Meanwhile, at Preventers headquarters, Mr. Duo Maxwell was making use of his good friend
Mr. Trowa Barton's computer, because his was... well... to make a long story short, a foot
and a half in diameter melted pile of plastic.
Don't ask.
"Are you finished yet?", inquired an irate because he's missed a couple of deadlines and
Commander Une will have his ass, or as irate as he can get, Trowa.
"Just about. Keep your shirt on will ya?" responded Duo, clicking away madly.
Silence fell with a resounding thud, only broken by the ocassional whispered stream of
Japanese, English, and Spanish curses from Duo, and the ticking of Trowa's watch.
"Got 'em! Holy kuso! They're... criminals!"
~*~*~
Will Quatre and Wufei return from FanFiction no-man's land? Will Duo set eyes upon Trinn's
black underwear? Will I quit starting new fics and just finish my old ones? Will somebody,
_anybody_ do the horizontal polka? Will I get off my lazy ass and write Chp. 2? Will Serena
and Trowa get the hook up? No.. wait... wrong fic. Kuso!
N E Wayz... Seek Chapter 2 and ye shall find. Or maybe not?
