"The Gundam suit itself was destroyed. The pilot is currently --"
"You mean you captured him alive?" Une's fingers suddenly twitched, as a very unpleasant smile began to grow on her face. "Well, well, soldier. You could have told me this to start with."
"Y... yes Ma'am," the soldier stuttered, more disturbed by the spasmodic motion of Lady Une's hands and the gleeful tone in her voice than by the biting anger she had previously displayed. "I... assume you'll want to interrogate him?"
"Oh, yes, Lieutenant."
Duo Maxwell passed the time seeking to entertain his captors with his vast store of ancient pop culture advertising jingles. His memory was phenomenal, and his singing voice was actually quite good, yet for some reason the Oz soldiers assigned to guard him were not amused. They had given up a while ago trying to threaten him into silence, however, because that only prompted him to a return barrage of taunts and insults until something reminded him of yet another old song.
He leaned back against the wall, lacing his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling, and sang at the top of his lungs. It was a move calculated to annoy the bejeezus out of Oz personnel, of course -- something Duo delighted in on any occasion -- but despite his current predicament he was actually feeling pretty good. Ikari's warning had come in time -- barely -- and Duo knew that he and Deathscythe had delayed the Oz troops enough that Howard could escape with the rest of the rebels and all of the important equipment.
Sure, they had lost the base, but Howard had made sure to wipe all of the information records clean, so that there wouldn't be a single trace leading back to their helpful informant, or pointing to the location of other supply dumps. All Oz had gained from the strike was an empty facility on a worthless chunk of rock. And... one Gundam pilot, but Duo was cheerily confident that his stay with Oz would be a fairly short one. If he couldn't break out on his own -- he’d done it before -- then one of the other Gundam Five would break in. Duo knew too much for him to be left behind... which meant that from now until the time of his eventual escape, his mission was to keep his mouth shut.
Well... about some things, anyway, Duo mentally amended as he picked another irritatingly catchy tune and began belting it out at the top of his lungs. One of his guards had pulled his hat down over his ears in a futile attempt to block out the noise; the other was doing his level best to pretend that no such animal as a singing Gundam pilot existed. For a moment, in fact, the noise level was high enough to disguise the grating click that signaled someone's entrance to the detention block.
Re: Break
Date: 2006-02-21 10:17 am (UTC)"The Gundam suit itself was destroyed. The pilot is currently --"
"You mean you captured him alive?" Une's fingers suddenly twitched, as a very unpleasant smile began to grow on her face. "Well, well, soldier. You could have told me this to start with."
"Y... yes Ma'am," the soldier stuttered, more disturbed by the spasmodic motion of Lady Une's hands and the gleeful tone in her voice than by the biting anger she had previously displayed. "I... assume you'll want to interrogate him?"
"Oh, yes, Lieutenant."
Duo Maxwell passed the time seeking to entertain his captors with his vast store of ancient pop culture advertising jingles. His memory was phenomenal, and his singing voice was actually quite good, yet for some reason the Oz soldiers assigned to guard him were not amused. They had given up a while ago trying to threaten him into silence, however, because that only prompted him to a return barrage of taunts and insults until something reminded him of yet another old song.
He leaned back against the wall, lacing his hands behind his head and staring up at the ceiling, and sang at the top of his lungs. It was a move calculated to annoy the bejeezus out of Oz personnel, of course -- something Duo delighted in on any occasion -- but despite his current predicament he was actually feeling pretty good. Ikari's warning had come in time -- barely -- and Duo knew that he and Deathscythe had delayed the Oz troops enough that Howard could escape with the rest of the rebels and all of the important equipment.
Sure, they had lost the base, but Howard had made sure to wipe all of the information records clean, so that there wouldn't be a single trace leading back to their helpful informant, or pointing to the location of other supply dumps. All Oz had gained from the strike was an empty facility on a worthless chunk of rock. And... one Gundam pilot, but Duo was cheerily confident that his stay with Oz would be a fairly short one. If he couldn't break out on his own -- he’d done it before -- then one of the other Gundam Five would break in. Duo knew too much for him to be left behind... which meant that from now until the time of his eventual escape, his mission was to keep his mouth shut.
Well... about some things, anyway, Duo mentally amended as he picked another irritatingly catchy tune and began belting it out at the top of his lungs. One of his guards had pulled his hat down over his ears in a futile attempt to block out the noise; the other was doing his level best to pretend that no such animal as a singing Gundam pilot existed. For a moment, in fact, the noise level was high enough to disguise the grating click that signaled someone's entrance to the detention block.