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Duo's mind was going a million miles an hour as he started the car and
pulled out of the parking lot. What could he do? This was like the movies,
this wasn't supposed to happen in real life. He didn't know what else to do
except turn over the evidence and hope Treize released Heero. But what if he
didn't? He didn't trust Treize as far as he could throw him. He could go to
the police... but then they would all be busted. Duo was absolutely sure that
Treize would take everyone down with him. And his parents... there was no way
he could keep his parents from finding out. They would be back in a few days.
If he was arrested, they would have to contact his parents... drag them back
from vacation... even if he didn't go to jail his life would be hell, and he
wouldn't be able to see Heero. He knew he would die if that happened. In the
short time he had known the other boy, he had fallen so hopelessly in love
that he couldn't imagine being without him. He knew he would die without
Heero. He had to do something.
He drove automatically toward the bank, going as fast as he could, wincing
with pain every time he had to shift the car and use his ankle. He had to
slam on the brakes at one point, and a brown envelope flew out from
underneath the passenger seat. He glanced over, and his heart leapt. The
copies! Could he fool Treize with the copies? At least long enough to get
Heero free? He had an idea... He continued on to the bank, as fast as he
Heero struggled against his bindings once again. Despite Treize's assurances,
he thought he was making some progress with them. Treize and Zechs were deep
in discussion across the room, and Heero couldn't make out what they were
saying. Zechs looked worried, though.
"What if the kid doesn't come back?" Zechs wondered.
"He will," assured Treize. "He's scared to death. He'll do exactly what I
tell him. They always do."
"Heero didn't," pointed out Zechs helpfully.
"Fuck off, Zechs, you're not helping," growled Treize. "It will all work out.
We'll get the evidence back, and Duo will just crawl back wherever he came
from, and everything will be back to normal."
Zechs looked at him doubtfully, but it was beyond him to go against what
Treize didn't bother to mention that he didn't have another plan; he had done
this in desperation. Oh well, what's another felony, he said to himself. He
wouldn't lose. Not now. Tsubarov was after him already; the old man had given
him the money for Heero's virginity already, and Treize had already spent it.
He had to deliver. This had to work. He would let Duo go, but not Heero. Not
until the boy performed his duty. He looked at his watch. One hour had passed
already. He glared at Heero. Now he had the boy right where he wanted him, he
didn't even have the urge to molest him any more. All he could see was
Tsubarov's ugly face leering at him, coming after him... the last time they
had spoken, Tsubarov had all but hinted that if he couldn't deliver Heero, he
would expect Treize to step in to his place. Treize shuddered.
Exactly one hour and 45 minutes had elapsed when Treize heard the sound of a
car pulling in. He nodded to Zechs, and the other man got up to stand by the
Heero was glad Treize was ignoring him despite his earlier threats. It gave
him a chance to work on getting himself free. Zechs wasn't as good at tying
as Treize seemed to think, and Heero was small-boned. His skin was getting
rubbed raw, but he had to be free by the time Duo got back. He wasn't sure
what the longhaired boy had planned, but they couldn't let Treize have the
evidence. And he wasn't going to jail. He was getting away from Treize once
and for all. And after all the man had done to him and Duo, Heero was not
averse to hurting him. He would do anything to protect Duo, and be with him
While he waited, he had been studying the warehouse, to see if there was
anything he could use. It obviously hadn't been used for some time. Old
construction equipment lay everywhere, rusted and in disrepair. This
warehouse had obviously been used by a general contracting company; there
were painting supplies, welding equipment, and various tools. He was starting
to get some ideas.
Then Duo was back; Heero gave the ropes one final wrench, taking advantage of
the fact that neither of his captors' eyes were on him at the moment. At
first he thought he was struggling in vain; then just as Duo flung open the
door he got his right hand free. He shook it quickly to get the circulation
going again, then started on the left. That one went much more quickly.
Duo stalked in, stopping just inside the door, scanning the warehouse. His
eyes rested on Heero, who looked flushed but ok. The other boy nodded at him
quickly. Then he concentrated on Treize. He held out an envelope, and said,
"Here it is. Now let him go."
Zechs grabbed the envelope and brought it to Treize. The older man took it,
and said, "You don't mind if I take a look, do you?"
"Whatever," said Duo impatiently. He was hoping that Treize didn't know
exactly how many pictures were taken, how much film there was. Duo had been
surprised himself. He had brought some, but not all of the negatives. He had
put in all the prints; those were of no consequence, really. More could be
printed. He just hoped that Treize was nervous enough that he wouldn't notice
the absence of a few choice shots. That, and he did have another ace up his
"This looks like everything is in order... The webcast isn't a problem
because I trashed your computer already. Looks good, thank you, Duo. You can
go." Treize smirked.
"What?" Duo demanded. "Let Heero go!" He rushed forward, trying to get to the
other boy, only to be grabbed by Zechs before he could get there.
"I don't think so. You're free to go, Duo, don't push your luck. Heero owes
me one more small job," drawled the older man.
Duo looked at Heero desperately. "But..." Then he faltered. He had caught a
glimpse of something behind Heero's back. The other men were preoccupied,
they hadn't seen, but it looked like Heero's hands were free. Heero looked
back at him and raised his eyebrows.
Then Heero spoke. "It's fine, Duo. Just go," he said, trying to convince the
longhaired boy to get out. "Get out, I'll catch up to you as soon as I can."
"Listen to your boyfriend, Duo," laughed Treize. "I won't come after you."
"And I'm supposed to believe you?" snorted Duo.
"You don't have a choice," sneered Treize. "Zechs, escort the boy out to his
car. Heero will be released tomorrow night. You can come get him right here.
Duo looked at Heero. The boy gave a minute nod, and he took a deep breath.
Heero was up to something, but he needed to get both men out of the building.
"Fine," he said, thinking fast. He let Zechs grab his arm and pull him out
the door. Then, deliberately while the door was still closing, he kicked
sideways as hard as he could at the side of the blond man's knee. The effect
was better than he could have hoped for; Zechs howled in pain and half
collapsed, bending over.
Treize's head snapped around at Zechs' cry; he looked at Heero and snarled,
"Your little boyfriend is fucked," before he ran to the door.
Heero cursed; this was the opening he needed, but he didn't want Duo to get
hurt. He had better take advantage of it. He quickly got the ropes off his
hands; both were already free. He leaned down, fumbling with stiff, bloody
fingers at the ropes around his legs. This was taking too long! Finally, one
leg was free, and the other followed quickly. He stood up unsteadily, trying
to get his circulation back so he could walk again. He knew he only had a few
Outside, Duo was running, trying to not to get away from the men, but to draw
them away from the warehouse. He felt Zechs' hand close on his arm, and knew
he had to fight like hell. He tried to use his smaller size and speed to duck
back under the blond man's arm, shaking loose his hand. It worked for a
minute, until Treize came running out toward him. Duo had mixed feelings; he
had gotten both men out of the building, but now they were after him. He
didn't know what Heero was up to; but he would stall as long as he could.
Inside, Heero ran right over to the pile of painting supplies he had spotted
earlier. He had used his time in captivity well; he had a plan, one he had
never tried but had read about many times. There were a lot of variables; but
it was his only chance. He needed to create a diversion, to make sure that
Treize and Zechs couldn't stay here, to give something else to worry about
besides him and Duo. What he had planned should be just the ticket, even if
it only succeeded partially. Luckily for him, there were quite a few cans of
paint thinner; he just hoped there was enough in them. He checked the levels;
combining several of them, he ended up with three cans that were half full,
deliberately spilling some of the extremely flammable liquid in the process.
Heero used several other items to fashion a Molotov-cocktail-type multi-stage
bomb with a crude timer. (1) He now had 3 to 5 minutes. He finished the last
part, and straightened up as he heard voices coming back. Too soon.
Duo struggled; but he was much smaller than either of the two men, and there
were two of them. He fought as hard as he could, trying to use the jujitsu
techniques he had learned some time ago for breaking holds. It worked the
first couple of times, as Zechs was surprised; but they soon got wise to it,
and held him so he couldn't break loose. The men were getting angry and less
careful about not hurting him. Zechs especially was starting to lose his
temper. He wrenched Duo's arm way up behind his back; if Duo hadn't been very
flexible it would have done damage. It did hurt incredibly; and Treize held
him on the other side so he couldn't execute the countermove. He tried to
kick out, but he couldn't support his weight on the arm twisted behind his
back. He stomped on Zechs' foot as hard as he could, then kicked out toward
Treize's knees. He wanted to aim for the man's groin, but that was higher,
and a good kneecapping could be just as painful, he knew. He only succeeded
partially; but his aim wasn't to escape, just stall. He trusted Heero to come
up with a plan. Inexorably, though, he was being dragged back toward the
door. He hoped he had given Heero enough time.
Heero heard them coming; he hoped his concoction didn't go off too soon as he
hid behind the door. The door opened, and Zechs and Treize dragged in a
struggling Duo. He saw Treize look up, register the fact that Heero was no
longer tied to the chair, and saw the man's mouth open to shout. Zechs had
his back to him. Heero lunged forward, bringing his hands together and up to
deliver a blow to the back of Zechs' neck. Heero put all his force into it,
and the blond man staggered, stunned, and let go of Duo's arm.
Duo stumbled as he was released; part of his mind noted the smell of some
sort of chemical as he used his momentum to drive into Treize. He crouched
down as he ran at him, hitting the taller man just below his stomach. The
blow came below Treize's center of gravity, and the man was knocked off
Zechs recovered quickly, turning toward Heero with a cry of rage. He grabbed
at Heero, but the smaller boy danced back, then ducked under the outstretched
arms to get inside the man's guard. He continued forward, delivering a knife
hand blow to Zechs' throat. The effect was immediate. The blond went down,
clutching at his throat and gagging. Heero half hoped he hadn't hit too hard;
it wasn't hard to crush a person's trachea that way. He didn't want to kill
Zechs, not really, but if it came down to saving Duo, he would gladly do it.
His internal clock told him he had to get Duo out of the building. He looked
up just as Treize went down, Duo scrambling back to get away.
"Duo! Get out!" Heero screamed, and Duo ran for the door without asking any
questions. Just as Heero followed him, he heard a sizzle and the unmistakable
sound of a small explosion. He had one glimpse of Treize getting up and
running to Zechs as they went out the door. He could just see flames
spreading on the far side of the warehouse as the door shut behind them.
"Run!" he screamed.
"Heero! The car! Follow me!" Duo ran toward the street, where he could see
his car parked. The sun was just setting, and sky was going dark. Heero heard
the door open behind him, and he chanced a glance back as he ran. Treize was
dragging Zechs out the door, and flames were already starting to be visible
on the far side. Another, larger boom signaled the ignition of the secondary
fuel, and Heero grinned to himself. It had worked better than he had hoped.
Soon, fire trucks would be on the way, and Treize would have to flee or
explain what he was doing there.
"Heero! Can you drive?" Duo yelled.
"Yes!" he answered, and Duo threw him the keys as they skidded to a halt by
the car. Treize wasn't immediately following; it was clear he was torn as to
what to do; go for his car or follow the boys. They scrambled into the car.
Heero fired up the engine and threw it into gear, squealing the tires as he
popped the clutch. The car fishtailed as he made the turn onto the main road,
and they could see the two older men were running for their SUV, presumably
to come after them.
"Heero! Look!" Duo cried as they sped past. Heero glanced over to see that
his homemade bomb had exceeded all expectations. Flames were now pouring from
the entire side of the warehouse; the window on that side had blown out and
flames were shooting out. Unfortunately for Treize and Zechs, that was the
side they had chosen to park their car. He saw the two men skid to a halt and
look in horror; there was no way they could get to the car. The flames were
too intense. Heero looked in his rear view mirror just in time to see the
fire reach the SUV. Treize and Zechs were running away as fast as they could,
and then the truck caught fire. Heero rounded another corner; the warehouse
was out of sight now. But they could feel the explosion even at that
distance; Heero guessed that the SUV's fuel tank had just caught fire. He
started to laugh then, and tried not to run off the road as Duo hugged him
"Is it over?" Duo asked.
"I think so. Treize thinks he has the evidence, and he has more to worry
about right now than us," Heero paused. "He doesn't have the evidence, does
"Some of it," Duo said, "But not all. The rest is still in the safety deposit
box." He looked at Heero. "I tried to do the right thing."
"That's perfect, Duo! Exactly what you needed to do. You did great!" Heero
said, sighing. "Once Treize figures out he hasn't got everything, it will be
too late. He'll have a lot to deal with right now." Heero hesitated. "The
problem is, what do we do now? We can't go back to my apartment, he'll be
looking for us there." Heero hadn't thought past getting out of the
warehouse. "Well, we could run by there and grab a few things very fast..."
He drove in the direction of the apartment. Zechs and Treize would be busy
for a while longer.
Luckily, Duo had. "I hope you're not mad at me, Heero..." began Duo, unsure
of himself. "But I did a couple of things..."
Heero looked at Duo curiously. "Whatever you did is fine with me I'm sure,
Duo. Just tell me."
"Well, I got some of the negatives, then I got to thinking what we could do
after. So I," he swallowed nervously, "I withdrew some money. Um, a lot of
money. Did you know how much money you had in there, Heero?"
Heero smiled. "Yes, Duo, that was a good idea. I gave you access to my
account because I love you and trust you. But you're not carrying around a
whole lot of money, are you? That's dangerous."
"No, the man at the bank told me that, so I got most of it in a cashier's
check, made out to you. That made him happier about it." Duo dug around in
the car and came up with a check that had lots of zeroes on it, and held it
up. Heero nodded, and Duo continued, "I got some cash too." He waved a large
wad of bills at Heero. "It does make me nervous, actually. It's more money
than I've seen in my life I think."
"Well, between the two, I think we'll be ok for a while," smiled Heero. Just
then, they pulled up at Heero's apartment. "We'll run in, we'll be five
minutes, tops. I can grab a few things. I don't have much that means anything
to me. Except for you, Duo."
Duo hugged him, and then they were in the building. They went into the
apartment, ignoring the mess, and Heero grabbed a small suitcase and threw in
a few things: clothes, bath items, a book and a few other things. He grabbed
a wallet from the dresser that had some extra cash in it. And that was it. He
was ready to go in seven minutes. His whole life, packed up that quickly.
Then he turned to Duo, the person he wanted to share his new life with.
"Let's get out of here."
There was still no sign of pursuit. Heero threw his bag in the car's
miniscule trunk, and they were off. "Where are we headed? Have you figured
that out yet, Duo?"
Duo grinned. "I thought maybe we could go to San Diego? My parents will be
back soon, but if you're nearby we can still see each other."
Heero indicated the cashier's check. "That ought to be enough to buy
something small, and live off for a while, until I can sell my apartment in
LA. And get to the rest of my money."
"The rest?" Duo asked incredulously. "There's more than that?"
"I have a few hidden accounts that take a bit longer to get into," explained
Heero. "I can take care of you, Duo." He looked seriously at the longhaired
boy. "If you'll let me. I want to see you go to college."
"We can go together!" exclaimed Duo.
Heero laughed, turning onto the San Diego freeway. "I just want to find a
nice quiet hotel that takes cash and doesn't ask questions." He looked over
at the beautiful boy next to him. "And had soundproofed walls."
Duo grinned back at him. "Sounds like a plan to me!"
Continued in part 20
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(1) I don't feel comfortable going into detail, just in case someone decides to try this at home, I don't want to be responsible. But take my word, and the Anarchist's Cookbook for this, it works. It would give him a 3-5 minute window, and the extent of the conflagration would vary depending on a lot of factors. Heero is taking a chance because he is not sure what will happen.