Before I forgot!! The holy disclaimer!!
Well... I only own my hamster... And he doesn't own GW either... Sob...
 
 
 

Trick-riding
 
 
 
 
 
 

Chapter II : The Rita Hayworth method.
 
 
 

            "Fine..." Midii sighed, "So, if we trigger off the alarms over and over... There's a chance that they see nothing when we'll enter?"

"Probably... Cops rarely think more than twice a day..." Shaolin stated.

"Sure!" Midii giggled. "But how will we trigger off their alarms?"

"Weeellll..." Shaolin began, an impish grin on her face. "You checked the draughts as well as I did, what do the sensors react to?"

"Temperature, light, movement, pression." Midii recited, still glancing at the TV set from time to time.

"Temperature!! Then all we need is to place a simple device that will heat itself under command!" Shaolin yelled in glee.

"Uh... How do you intend to hide a toaster operated by remote control in the bank?" Midii asked, skeptically.

"You vex me. I had something more efficient and more cautious than a toaster in mind..." She pouted.

"Why not... But still, the minute they will scan the building, they'll catch the frequency we use to control the 'hot device'!" Midii remarked.

"That's how you recognize a sheer genius..." The cherry-haired nutjob answered proudly, "To control our 'hotboy', let's call it that, we, or more exactly I, will hack their own satellites, and use their own system! Tada!!" she bawled, taking a wonder-woman pose.

"... And they'll never think to check their frequencies... Evil!" Midii finished, "That could actually work!"

"Maybe they'll think to check them, but, by the time they do, Hotboy's job will be over!" Shaolin added.

"Still... There is the safe... I guess we could prepare a cocktail hard enough to blow up the whole thing, but I highly despise that lack of discretion." Midii said.

"So do I, so do I... You know... I was thinking... Maybe he doesn't keep the code with himself, but... He certainly has the hardware that creates the codes in his personal computer..." Shaolin thought out loud.

"You mean... At the Winner mansion??" Midii choked.

"Yeah... Don't tell me you give up!"

Midii' smile turned wicked, as she rethought this more carefully. "Nooo... WE are far from giving up..."
 

"Midii..." Shaolin began, "I don't wanna know how you got these..." She said, gesturing to the invitations, "I don't wanna know how you knew there would a party either... BUT I REALLY WANNA KNOW HOW YOU EXPECT US TO TAKE OVER THE WINNER MANSION WITHOUT A SINGLE GUN!!!" She bawled.

"Slow down... This requires calm, we're gonna try with the good ol' methods!" Midii retorted happily.

"...?"

"I'll pay a visit to his computer, you keep me the Winner brat busy!" Midii explained.

"Busy? How sad... I forgot my tape of 'Bambi'..." Shaolin snarled.

"Then I'm sure you'll find something else..."

As usual, they weren't a single people missing to Quatre's party, and Trowa felt like he was starting to regret he had accepted to come. Heero stood beside him, staring hostily to the crowd, making sure that no one would dare approaching Relena, who was busy trying to coax a smile from him. To no avail.

All of a sudden, he caught a glimpse of blonde hair, a few meters away from him, old habits die hard, and he couldn't help but look again, as if to check... And his eyes widened, he could have swore he knew that face, all grown up now, but still the same little girl... He found her eyes, and, for a second, he felt like she had seen him, but maybe it was just the punch. He tended to see her everywhere, sometimes...

Midii sighed, as she leaned against a cool wall. Of course, she had expected to see him, but it didn't feel the same, 'for real'. She couldn't explain the effect his eyes had on her, but it had to stop. It had to stop before somebody was hurt...

Four maguanacs had been placed to keep the stairs during the party, however, they were only posted in the corridors, and had no access to the private quarters, It was another one who would, from time to time, make a little check in the computer room, seemingly always the same, Midii assumed, so this was that 'random' maguanac that would have to be taken care of. She tiptoed like a mouse and stopped, when she spotted the first guard. Fine... From now on, the ventilation system would become her best friend.

'Why is it always meeeeee?! I mean, I'm a nice girl!!' She thought, as she crawled in the tiny space.

Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat. She was facing, no, NOSE BRUSHING, a rat. A rat!! Being a girl, her face took an expression of unspeakable disgust, being a professional, she swallowed efficiently her scream and closed her eyes, as she felt the filthy furball make its way down her leg, brush her ankle and leave her behind, pit-patting happily. 'Just wait until I meet one of your bros and I have a gun...' She mentally yelled at the oblivious (And small) guest. A few meters later, she eventually sighed in relief, looking down to find what could only be that damn restricted area. Now, part B. She went on to finally reach the beloved ground a few meters away from her target.
Dusting the dress, make up express, commercial smile -Always remember Rita Hayworth- and let's go...

"Ahem, excuse me, Mister?" She  called, careful to add a fragile and sweet quality to her tone.

Abdul spun around, ready to kick out whoever it was, only to find a young girl, her hands placed shyly behind her back and with a cute blush spread on her cheeks. "What... Are you doing here, young Lady? This is no place for you!"

"I guess I'm lost..." She answered sheepishly, squirming timidly. "I was looking for the toilets..."

"Well... I'm pretty sure you won't find them here..." He answered, mildly amused by her excessive shyness.

"I'm... sorry..." She whispered, before faking one of her best (And patented) 'Half-fainting fit'.

Of course, because no matter what the holy bible says, life is always fair to the talented seductresses, he immediatly ran at her side, supporting her and carrying her frail form to the nearest sofa. Three seconds later, he was back with a glass of water. 'What doest that dumbie want me to do with water?' She chuckled inwardly, while offering desperate sighs, soft whimpers and exhausted pretty blue-grey eyes to his concerned face.

"I... Uh... What can I do to help you?" He stammered, noticing fully the low cut (Or high cut, whichever you choose...) dress.

"Maybe..." She began with an innocent and childish smile, "Maybe you could kiss it better?"

His eyes went wide as realization dawned on him, but temptation is and will always be temptation, so he bent down and deposed a chaste kiss on her forehead.
He felt soft and small hands play with his tie, and, when they grazed his throat, he felt immediatly constricted in his pants.

"Lower..." Her sugary voice murmured, while drawing his face towards hers by pulling at his tie.

He gasped, his face inches from hers, and tried to save morals by planting another kiss, on the tip of her nose. She made a cute pout at this and pulled at tie once more, this time succeeding in drawing him closer.
He stared at the shimmering blonde hair, the fair skin and the slightly parted rosy lips and gave in. He kissed her to oblivion, not registering the lack of 'innocence' when she deepened expertly the kiss, wrapping her arms around him, and his last thought before feeling a tingling sensation in the nape of his neck, was that it was heaven. And then...

"Sleep well Mister maguanac!" Midii whispered happily as she began to work on the locked door.

Shaolin had been following the 'Winner brat' stealthily for almost a hour now, and she was suppressing the urge to yawn. Two boring ambassadors, three mesmerized girls, a minister and numerous glasses of Champagne had succeeded into making her despise parties.

However, she felt a cold chill running down her spine when she saw him extract himself miserably from an over-amorous girl's grasp, to climb the stairs.

'I can't believe it! Why can't you be a horny brat like anybody else??' She bawled mentally. 'Now I'm gonna have to take care of this myself...' Her face lit up as she whispered for herself, "The Rita Hayworth method!"

"Lost?... Or maybe just bored?"

Quatre stopped dead in his tracks at the sensuous purring. He turned to find himself nose to nose with a young girl, about his age with slick black hair tied in a tight bun, a tanned skin, seeking blue-green eyes, and more of all, the most 'interesting' dress he had ever witnessed. It was actually a sort of white sheath, if one can say that, since both sides were slit high enough to leave little to imagination, and he realized after a while that the -very- low cut back was totally bare, which made the contrast between the virginal color and the dress itself even more stunning.

"I... Uh... I can't be lost because this is my home and..." He babbled.

"Do you always leave your guest like this? This is very rude, you know..." She remarked, careful to not leave his eyes a single second of rest, staring at him intently and suggestively.

"I... Well..."

"Have you ever tried the french kiss?" She asked innocently, as if it was the most natural thing to ask to somebody you've never seen before.

"... .... .....!!"

She spotted Midii at the opposite end of the corridor and immediadtly grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, kissing him hard and deep, making sure that would be 'busy' enough. The minute she saw that her partner had made it safe to the punch bowl, she broke the kiss, giving a last lick to his numb lips.

"Sorry..." She began, smiling, "I just... Kinda changed my mind!" With that, she vanished, leaving a blushing, wide eyed and knocked out Quatre.

"Goodbye..." He stammered, before noticing the interrogative stares of Heero and Trowa, who had been watching him from their corner.
 

"Fine..." Sally began, taking a circular look at the preventers in the room, "Yesterday, at 23h19, somebody has hacked in the main unit of the Winner mansion's computer room, we're almost sure that some files have been copied, and we do have suspects..."

"Which files?" Wufei asked.

"We don't know, that's the whole issue... But Abdul has been able to identify our suspect and her colleague on the surveillance tape." Noin answered.

"Who do we deal with?" Heero asked, with his usual glee.

"Well... I'm almost sure you're gonna love this..." Sally replied.

Noin refrained an unappropriate chuckle and stated, "Our suspects are dead."

"Pardon?" Quatre cocked a surprised eyebrow.

Trowa kept silent, but he had the feeling that he wasn't going to like the next part...

"Have a look at this..." Noin said. "The first one, it's her." The image paused to reveal a young girl with pale blonde hair, grey eyes and a body fitting black dress. "From the face, we identified her as Mi..."

"... dii Une..." Trowa finished, his face emotionles.

"Tro-man? You know that chick?" asked a very surprised Duo.

"I used to..."

"I guess it's foolish to demand an explanation, Barton?" Wufei snarled.

"...."

"You'll fight later!" Sally barked. "Now, our second 'guest', Ladies and gentleman please welcome Shaolin Hao..."

"Never seen her..." Duo said.

"Neither do I." Heero added.

"Well, the heart of the matter is that, we actually found birth certificates, civil status and even an interesting record of punishment, but!" Sally started.

"Go on, Onna!" Wufei growled in annoyance.

"But we found mostly... Death certificates." As far as the civil registration is concerned, they're dead in the attack of the 'Santé's prison' in AC 193..."

"... Four years ago?" Quatre gaped.

"And what was it about that record of punishment?" Trowa asked, his features betraying nothing of his inner turmoil.

"Here." Noin held him a thin duplicata, that Duo caught before Trowa could react.

"We've been cheated!! That's not an 'interesting' one... There's only one entry!" Duo whined, before being released of the paper by an unnerved Trowa.

"Look better..." Sally sighed.

Duo peeked over Trowa's shoulder and their eyes widened simultaneously. "Holy shit!!" Duo blurted out, agape.

"What does it say?" Heero asked, loosing patience.

"They've been sentenced to penal servitude for life... For deliberate manslaughter." Trowa read, a bit shaken.

"Charming." Wufei commented.

"But... How?" Quatre stammered.

"It was during the war... I suppose their families both died, because, starting from AC 191 they're registered in a catholic orphanage. It seems they stab the headmaster with a knife that they had stolen in the kitchen. The position of the wounds and the finger-prints on the knife revealed that they had shared the job, to say the least." Noin explained.

"... Shared the job?" Heero inquired.

"Fifty/fifty... Which makes, on the whole, 14 wounds." Sally finished.

"Exquisite childs..." Duo cheered.

"Abdul should be happy to be still alive." Noin remarked.

"So... we can only assume that, somehow, they survived to the prison's destruction?" Quatre conclued.

"But what did they search in Q-man's computer?" Duo wondered out loud.

"The best way to know... Is to catch them." Heero answered.