Ello! Here's part 3. C&C always always welcomed. Now you get to see Wufei being Wufei. In a dirty bar no less.
Thanks Dina for all your lovely support! ^___^
Two pairs of blue eyes regarded each other. One was a crisp, nail blue the other was much softer but no less sharp and calculating.
"You were spotted weren't you, Angel?"
"Yeah, but it was sudden. They're probably still confused and doubting their sanity. Its not like they know who I am Mariemaia. Or what we're doing, relax. I've got to meet Abu soon"
There was an audible sigh of exasperation. They were standing in a base, which had, by then, become very dark. Neither one liked how this afternoon's events had turned out, but they both realized that it was futile to focus on mistakes.
"I just wish they hadn't spotted you. There's too much risk they'll find out about us."
"Whether they know who I am or not is a mote point. We attack tonight, be ready." With that he flashed her a grin and spun around, walking off.
Wufei was trying to remember just exactly what had led him to be in his current situation. Said situation being a very dark, very seedy looking bar on the outskirts of the city. The smoke was so thick he thought he might be able to chew the air if he tried. Amongst the dirty, grimy, and leather-clad patrons, he stood glaringly out. He wore dark blue jeans that were loose enough that he could move freely, a long, loose, black silk, button-up shirt and sturdy hiking boots.
At age 29 he still wore his hair back in a tight ponytail, albeit a slightly longer ponytail. He hadn't changed in height that much since his Gundam days, more of a tribute to his Chinese ancestry than anything else, and he still had the muscles of a martial artist. But perhaps the feature that made him so obvious was the fact that he was clean. Many of the patrons looked like they hadn't bathed in a month and some had fleas, he was certain.
So how did the once proud Chang Wufei end up here? The answer was astoundingly simple, he'd been told of a small terrorist group was known to frequent the bar. Ostensibly he was there to find them and watch them for a while before arresting them and handing them over to OZ. That[1] was his job, working security for the local diplomatic offices. It was the only thing he could do and he was good at it, which had been shown by the quickness with which he'd climbed through the ranks.
After their surrender all the pilots had been at a loss as to what they were going to do, since none of them had thought they were going to survive. Quatre and Trowa had gone back to Winner Industries and Quatre's family. Duo had disappeared to mourn Heero and Wufei didn't know *what* to do. His colony had been destroyed and he didn't think he could resume his studies as a scholar so he had taken the third path.
So he sat there, nursing a drink that had long since gone flat, alert dark eyes constantly scanning the room. Those eyes noticed an older, black man at a secluded back table. The man had an aura about him that reminded Wufei of Duo, outwardly easy going but there was veiled danger underneath it. His hair was in long, woolly dreadlocks that had become streaked with gray. His right eye had a patch over it and the other was a dark chocolate.
Wufei had watched him almost the entire he had been in the bar but all the man did was a sip at his beer. After several hours, as if on schedule, the man loosely got out of his seat, moving to the bartender with a very laid back walk.
"Hey!" The bartender greeted him like an old friend. "How those kids you fool enough to take in, doin?"
The man grinned revealing dual rows of large, even, white teeth. "Ya knew Henri I ain' no foo'. Des chillin' be doin goo' like ol' Abu knows they would. An he'e be one o'dem now.[2]" His accent was odd and thick but not thick enough to make his words unintelligible. It sounded vaguely familar but Wufei copuldn't figure out how it was.
Wufei's eyes shifted to the doorway, trying to spot the person Abu was talking about. He almost fainted when he saw who walked in. Zechs stood there, a broad grin on his face and hair back in a ponytail. Wufei blinked then looked closer at the figure. No...it wasn't Zechs ... the hair was too long and the face was far too young. The man looked like Zechs had almost ten years ago, during the war.
"Hey Abu!"
"'Bout time you's come Mistah Angelous. You's supossed to be he'e sooneh."
"Yeah well..." he shifted looking a bit uncomfortable and sheepish. "Me and OD got kinda sidetracked."
Abu just sighed and glared at the younger man, but there was no real strength behind it and Wufei could tell it was more a thing of endearment than threat. "Ye well we's gonna discuss dis when I's gets you home Mistuh Angelous." Angelous just grinned.
The two of them left and Wufei sat for a moment thinking over what he'd heard. Absently he paid for his drink and walked out, hailing a cab. Coming to a decision he gave the driver instruction to Quatre's estate and settled back in the cheap upholstery.
End of Part 3
[1] Like an embassay or working for like the mayor or some other political type person.
[2] This is my pathetic attempt at dialect. trying for a kinda creole accent.
How was it? Commects and Criticisms always welcomed!