Title: Mission
Chapter One: Mission Received
Author: Mistress Tusnami
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Rating: this chapter: G, later, I dun know
Warnings: um, weird intro. Later probably Heero angst and others.
Pairings: will be 1x2, 3x4, and HxOC. SallyxUne. More maybe.
Notes: I'm not really sure where this is going yet. This idea just kinda popped into my 
head at work and voila, a fic was born. This is also the first one I'll post at mediaminer, so 
review people!! Oh yeah, feedback is much appreciated. Mistress_tsunami@yahoo.com

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The war was over.

That was it, no grand schemes, no great plans for the future, all Heero knew was that the 
war was over. He didn't know what to do with himself after that. Well, really, he knew he 
should devote himself to keeping the peace, but truthfully he had no way of knowing just 
_how_ to do that.

He went to Quatre's party to get some ideas, and maybe a mission plan for the rest of his 
life, and found himself signing up to join the Preventors, as was Sally's suggestion to 
most of the other pilots. Wufei already was one, and Sally, being the doctor that she was, 
was too worried about Quatre's health and stress levels to offer the job to him. Duo, well, 
Duo declined the offer. He, instead, insisted on being only on reserve, and working 
salvage as his main source of income. "Just helpin' out a friend," he said. Heero couldn't 
help but think that it was more than that.

And so Heero's life during peace began, as did his troubles.

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"Wufei, have you seen the mission report for that last one on L3?" Wufei's current 
partner, Sam, asked.

"No, you were supposed to file it."

"Um, oops?"

Heero walked by just in time to see Wufei turn to full rant mode. Check one more off the 
`available partners' list. That was why he worked alone. Partners were too much trouble, 
and often unreliable. The only true partner he had ever had, his only partner, truthfully, 
had been Duo, and wasn't even about to go there. Even the very thought of the long-
haired pilot had lately sent Heero into a depression, and he didn't know why. Every 
month, the braided boy sent all the ex-pilots a newsletter, of sorts, detailing how business 
was doing, what went well, what didn't, and his current potential sites. Impersonal, yet 
very Duo. The last newsletter had also contained an invitation for the other four pilots to 
attend Hilde's wedding to Patrick, a one-time competitor, now business partner. It had 
been good for business, and Duo had mentioned backing out to make way for the 
newlyweds, but that had been it. Heero hadn't gone. Wufei had, and had scowled at him 
for a week after attending, but had said nothing.

Returning to his office, Heero went to work on his mission report. Simple, concise, and 
very short. Even so, he had been typing at his laptop, still with him from the war, for at 
least an hour before Wufei came into his office.

Heero raised an eyebrow in question.

"Mission. We leave in two hours, be ready for infiltration."

"I work alone."

"Not this time." Heero raised an eyebrow. "I've run out of partners, Une wants me on this 
one, and you're the only person who hasn't backfired on me. You're stuck with me. We 
leave in two hours, and if you're not ready, I'm tracking you down and taking you with 
me if I have to drag you every step of the way."

"Not necessary."

"Good. I'm not willing to face Une and Sally if you don't, so be ready."

"Right."

TBC...
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