Deliveryman Two Part 4
The autopilot took over and I looked at Trowa. "It will be a few hours until we get there."
"I sent the coordinates off to Abdul." He looked up from the keyboard of the laptop that had been in the toy box. "He's going to see exactly where it is we're headed to."
"Well, if we're lucky, J will actually tell us when we get our mission briefing." I frowned at the console. "I'm hoping he contacts us soon. I'd like to know what the hell is going on."
As if the damn bastard had been waiting for me to say something, the incoming transmission light flicked on. I hit the button and was rewarded with a picture of J's frown.
"You're off schedule."
"Wasn't aware we had one, Doc."
"O was to get you on board the shuttle right away."
"We had a few delays." I snapped. "So, feel like filling us in now? We heard your little recording."
J took a deep breath. "Very well. I am sure you know about Vice Minister Peacecraft's New World Order?"
"Only that she's trying to start one."
"Well you'll need to know more than that."
"Enlighten me."
"There has been some- resistance to the joining of the Earth Sphere. When Romefeller was in charge it was a join or be forced to join situation. No one was stupid enough to say no. But Peacecraft's pacifism policy allowed some nations to- balk."
"Imagine that."
"Giving up power is never easy- as the Minister is discovering. The current government just let them go- decided that it was easier to let things slide back to the way they were."
"And that's not good?"
"No. If the nations start acting independently then the chance of war increases. Not something that Peacecraft wants to happen. So, she started this New World Order scenario, where each nation can retain its sovereignty, but the ultimate authority in every county is the NWO council." J snorted. "And made belonging an option."
"So some nations said no."
"Exactly. Though, the nations that belong get first crack at the resources that the NWO controls. Many nations saw belonging as a good thing- it improved their conditions. The minister thinks that others will join when they see that it will benefit them."
"And that will be?"
"There are those among the Minister's advisors who don't think just waiting for a crisis to strike these countries is enough. They think if they force the issue, then the nations will leap to join. If terrorists start attacking for example..."
"This is where Heero comes in?"
"Yes."
"You do realize that he is only one guy? One terrorist alone cannot bring a country to its knees."
"You think not? What if that one terrorist is a super-soldier? Engineered for war? Trained to do maximum damage? Not needing to eat or sleep? Only focused on the job and uncaring of anything or anyone else?"
I was feeling sick now.
"That sounds like a mobile doll." I managed.
"Ah, but the suits are outlawed now- for the moment. We have to make do with the materials at hand." I closed my eyes before I sent a fist through the screen.
"Just tell me what you did to him."
"The experiment failed."
"How?" that was Trowa. I was glad he had spoken up. My imagination was doing a fine job of thinking up all the ways that an experiment could've gone wrong. None of them were good.
"Well, we managed the extra strength easily enough- just boosted what he already had. We made a few more modifications to his body. He was already a trained terrorist. We just had to figure out how to make him..." J paused. "More focused. Less... human."
"And?"
"We gave him a combination of drugs. They should've made him more aggressive, yet dependent on orders." He stopped again. "Think of a trained guard dog. They are aggressive, destructive and smart, yet they will heed their master."
I gritted my teeth together. Heero was not an animal. I opened my eyes and glared at the screen. J ignored me.
"They backfired."
"How?"
"We think they drove him insane." J shook his head regretfully. "He became violent. He managed to break free in the lab and attacked everyone in sight. Killed G."
Somehow, I didn't feel very sorry for my doc.
"We had to abandon the satellite. We made him resistant to most drugs- there was no way to tranq him or gas the station."
"So, what do you want me to do?"
"We are hoping he recognizes you. If he doesn't- then he is truly uncontrollable and we'll have to blow the station."
"You want me to capture him for you? And then what- turn him back over so you can fix your little mistakes?"
"You want to leave him like he is now? More animal than human? Insane? Violent?"
"He'd be better off dead than back in your hands!" J smiled.
"Ah, we were hoping you'd consent to that. So you will kill him if he's beyond saving?" J sounded pleased.
"WHAT?!" My hands tightened on my chair and I heard a sharp crack as the armrests broke into fragments. I glared at the screen. "I'm not going to kill Heero!"
"You might not have a choice. It might be a kill or be killed situation. If he attacks you, you won't defend yourself?"
I snarled at him.
"Dr. J," Trowa's calm voice deterred me from tossing a piece of my chair at the bastard's smug face. "Enough with the little games please. We need to know what to expect if you plan for us to salvage anything from this experiment of yours. I assume you have details of the satellite? Some more concrete information of what we can expect Heero to do?"
"I will transmit a blueprint of the satellite. It was designed as a playground for the rich. A campground type of area. We had to bring in our equipment. Heero destroyed all of the cameras and other surveillance devices that he could reach. This is one of the only ones left.
The screen changed. I was looking at a freaking jungle from above- a ceiling mounted camera obviously. We were supposed to track Heero in that? I couldn't even see the ground! Damn rich people and their whims, and damn the idiots who choose this place.
"Duo is going to have to go by himself. We are hoping that Heero will remember enough about him not to hurt him. You have been an enemy, or at least posed as one, 03. If Heero only remembers that- your life will be in danger."
I saw Trowa frown and I shook my head at him.
"We'll need you here, ready to leave," I told him quietly.
"We are hoping that your... enhancements will help you with this hunt, 02. Don't hesitate to use them. Heero is very hard to hurt now."
"Understood," I managed.
"We will be monitoring your progress. Good luck, 02." Dr. J ended the transmission. A moment later the blueprints of the satellite flashed on the screen.
"Gotcha bastard," Trowa muttered.
"Huh?'
"Traced his call."
"Didn't he bounce it?"
"Yep, off 5 satellites, 3 with scramblers. But he was on too long."
"And you still found him?"
Trowa looked at me.
"Forget I asked. What now?"
"I sent the information to Quatre. He and Wufei will deal with it. We need to get a plan in place for us. What else is in that box Howard sent?"
TBC...
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