A Hero's Journey -- Part 49-

“Hobbes.”

Trowa looked up from his monitor to his supervisor. “Yes?”

“Finish up what you are working on and call it a day. I don’t want to be losing you again to sick leave. You’re my best technician, Hobbes.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“See you in the morning,” he replied. As he moved to leave the room, he turned his attention to the other technicians. “The rest of you, carry on.”

Trowa ignored the glares of his coworkers as he quickly completed his work. He turned off his console. Without a glance back, he left the room.

He went through several corridors, heading in the general of the mess hall. He paused as a door opened and several men came out. One of them paused as he noticed the computer technicians.

“Hey, Hobbes, how’s it goin’?”

“Well.”

“No kiddin’.” The mechanic motioned his colleagues on. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“Whatever, man,” one replied, eying the techie. “Your loss.”

“I’m sure.” He waited for the other mechanics to move off before speaking again. “What’s up, my friend?”

“We need to talk but not here.”

“My bunk’s on the way.”

As he expected, the room was empty. Trowa entered the room before he punched in the lock code. With a sigh, he pulled off his cap and let his braid fall down his back.

“Man, I’ve been dying to do that.”

“You should have cut it,” Trowa remarked, eying the room for cameras and listening devices. “It’s too distinct.”

“Oh, like yours isn’t?” Duo scoffed.

The acrobat eyed him steadily. Duo briefly wondered if Trowa was going to kill him where he stood. He knew that Trowa was awfully fond of his hair.

“Touché,” was the other man’s reply.

“So, why the meeting? Want to exchange hair care tips?”

A slight quiver in Trowa’s lip was the closest to a smile Duo had seen from him in a while. As quickly as it appeared, it was vanished. He was once again all grim business. “I’ve found her.”

There was no need to explain who “her” was. “Where?”

“Sector E, corridor 2C.”

“Interesting choice,” Duo commented with a thoughtful frown. “Close to the communication and med centers but not part of the high traffic areas. Perfect place to hide a well-known figure. Any idea on how she is?”

“No.”

“I guess it’s time to rally the troops.”

Trowa nodded.


Part XLIX “Hobbes.” Trowa looked up from his monitor to his supervisor. “Yes?” “Finish up what you are working on and call it a day. I don’t want to be losing you again to sick leave. You’re my best technician, Hobbes.” “Thank you, sir.” “See you in the morning,” he replied. As he moved to leave the room, he turned his attention to the other technicians. “The rest of you, carry on.” Trowa ignored the glares of his coworkers as he quickly completed his work. He turned off his console. Without a glance back, he left the room. He went through several corridors, heading in the general of the mess hall. He paused as a door opened and several men came out. One of them paused as he noticed the computer technicians. “Hey, Hobbes, how’s it goin’?” “Well.” “No kiddin’.” The mechanic motioned his colleagues on. “I’ll catch up with you guys later.” “Whatever, man,” one replied, eying the techie. “Your loss.” “I’m sure.” He waited for the other mechanics to move off before speaking again. “What’s up, my friend?” “We need to talk but not here.” “My bunk’s on the way.” As he expected, the room was empty. Trowa entered the room before he punched in the lock code. With a sigh, he pulled off his cap and let his braid fall down his back. “Man, I’ve been dying to do that.” “You should have cut it,” Trowa remarked, eying the room for cameras and listening devices. “It’s too distinct.” “Oh, like yours isn’t?” Duo scoffed. The acrobat eyed him steadily. Duo briefly wondered if Trowa was going to kill him where he stood. He knew that Trowa was awfully fond of his hair. “Touché,” was the other man’s reply. “So, why the meeting? Want to exchange hair care tips?” A slight quiver in Trowa’s lip was the closest to a smile Duo had seen from him in a while. As quickly as it appeared, it was vanished. He was once again all grim business. “I’ve found her.” There was no need to explain who “her” was. “Where?” “Sector E, corridor 2C.” “Interesting choice,” Duo commented with a thoughtful frown. “Close to the communication and med centers but not part of the high traffic areas. Perfect place to hide a well-known figure. Any idea on how she is?” “No.” “I guess it’s time to rally the troops.” Trowa nodded.


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