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Deliveryman Two Part 10
I was surprised that Quatre didn't send someone after us. It's not like he could've missed the fact we took off with the Gundam, after all.
I had a feeling he'd bugged the new Scythe somehow, but I wasn't sure that I didn't want him knowing where we were. Once I cooled down a bit I realized that I had kind of taken off without thinking things through all the way.
Typical.
Heero was squished behind me in the seat, the only place he could really fit in Scythe's cabin. I had managed to strap us both in, but having a squirming pilot on his lap could not have been fun. Or maybe it was- who knows? He showed no sign of discomfort as I piloted Scythe in stealth mode towards the coordinates he'd told me. The soldier was in charge.
He was silent for a long while, and I didn't really want to talk. I needed some time. I immersed myself in the familiarity of piloting my old friend. It was comforting, in an obscure way.
"We should be arriving soon," Heero said finally. "Once we reach the coordinates hold position and await a transmission."
Curiouser and curioser. I looked at him over my shoulder, trying to get a glimpse of his expression. His head was turned away from me, towards the coordinate grid.
"From G?"
"Yes."
"Do you trust G?"
"No."
"Then why are we going where he wants us?" I needed a reason. I was feeling kind of stupid, not looking before I leaped. I had been angry, and Heero had given me an escape route.
Who was to say that we wouldn't end up in a trash compactor?
"It is logical." Oookay. Not helping.
"Please explain it to me? How does going to see G make sense? He was one of the ones experimenting on you!"
"G determined as they were working on my alterations that the NWO was an imperfect organization. His job was to program me to be obedient to the will of the Peacecrafts. He had considerable trouble with my programming, encountering resistance. He decided to work with the resistance as it would frustrate the NWO's plans."
"So what did he do?"
"He gave me a choice." Heero tilted his head forward a bit and looked at me, the soldier giving way to the animal for a brief flash. "I had to obey, but I could choose the one that I followed. Once I determined your loyalty, I chose you. As G knew I would."
I remembered what J had said: 'think of a trained guard dog. They are aggressive, destructive and smart, yet they will heed their master'- and felt sick. Really sick.
Heero tugged on my braid. "Stop it Duo." He half-smiled, and it was my Heero's smile. "Better you than someone else, and G lightened the program considerably to even get me to accept it. Be glad you have it, or Fei and Trowa would be dead."
"I don't like it."
"I knew you wouldn't. All the better. You won't misuse it either. I trust you. Don't worry."
Might as well tell me to cut off my braid. I sighed and pushed that topic to the side. Later. I'll deal with it later.
There was going to be quite a lot of stuff to deal with later at this point...
"So, G then faked his death?"
"Yes, he decided that the best thing to do would be to escape and head for space. He had been making his own plans, even as Quatre apparently has been, in case another incident like the Mariemeia one appeared."
I sighed. I had hoped after the Mariemeia incident that the Sphere would've learned something. Instead all it had done was make people more paranoid of war, not less, so much so that they were preparing for a possibility.
And that preparation was going to lead to another war...
"So, NWO wants to force people to join to prevent a war, so then Quatre is preparing to help the colonies resist being forced?"
"Quatre seems to be preparing to stop them from forcing anyone to join." Heero frowned. "That likelihood is 70 probable. If it was a 100, then we could have left Scythe in his hands." The solider was back.
"Why?"
"G wanted Scythe in the hands of someone with the same motives that he has. G does not see how forcing people to capitulate will lead to a true peace. He feels that the Vice-Minister is being influenced by her family and counselors."
"How?" Relena was a pretty strong-willed girl.
"He is not sure. Programming is suspected."
Who would be programming Relena?
My head was starting to hurt. Why did this all have to be so complicated? Couldn't I just go blow something up somewhere and be done with it?
"We have reached the coordinates."
I stopped Scythe. We were in the middle of space. There was nothing around us. No colonies, no satellites, nothing. So why would G bring us here? I opened the channels, waiting for an incoming signal.
It didn't take long.
"There you are. A bit late." G's not-much-missed face popped up on one of my screens.
"I didn't know we had a date." I snapped.
"Ah Duo, Duo, there is much you don't know. I trust Heero has filled you in?"
"A little."
"Good. Good. We'll finish your briefing once you're on board."
"On board what?" None of my instruments indicated a ship in the area.
The space in front of Scythe suddenly shimmered.
A gigantic spaceship appeared out of nowhere. Considering that was Scythe's trick, it shouldn't have shocked me as much as it did.
"What? How?" How the hell had G managed to get a ship like that so quickly?
"Hey kiddo!" Another familiar voice cut across the airwaves. "Ready to come on board?"
Howard?
TBC...
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