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Part LIII Duo glanced at Heero, who nodded. Taking a breath, he threw open the door and rushed into the room. Heero was on his heels.
“Damn!” the braided pilot spat, lowering his gun slightly. “They must have moved her.” “Yes,” Heero replied. “But to where?” Duo shook his head as he examined the small room and its furnishing. As a cell, it was clean and provided a bed, a sink, and a toilet. It was nice. ‘As far as prisons go,’ he thought. He paused when he noticed a stain on the bed frame. He knelt down to get a closer look. He felt a kick to the gut as he gathered what it was. “What is it?” Heero demanded. “Blood.” Heero pushed Duo aside to get a good look for himself. “Relena.” “Probably, but it’s not a lot. I’m sure she’s okay, buddy.” ‘Right,’ Heero thought as he stood up. ‘If they’ve made her bleed, what else have they done to her?’ “Heero?” “Let’s go. We have a mission.” Duo popped his head back into the corridor, finding it still empty. “Let’s split up. I’ll go right. You go left.” Heero nodded. “Don’t do anything stupid, Maxwell.” “Who? Me? Stupid?” The corner of Heero’s mouth twitched. “Exactly.” Duo glared at the other pilot as he headed off. Shaking his head, he moved out as well. “No respect.” |
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