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Characters: Heero Yuy, open
Content: Heero awakens
Where: Heero's room
When: Today
Warnings: none? idk
Heero Yuy was only rarely taken by surprise. Meticulous planning, exhaustive research, training that had killed lesser subjects, all combined in an effort to prepare him for any situation. The bed was cold under his shoulders when he woke, sheets as cool as if he'd just lain down. That roused him so much as anything else, that simple stimulation. Too quiet, the lack of sound might have been a gunshot for all the response it garnered, pulling the soldier from sleep into wary surprise in an instant. He hesitated not at all, rolling off the bed and reach for his gun in the same instant, a move calculated to bring him up against a wall and in firing position.
...reached for his...where was his gun?
The bedside table caught him by surprise, scraping the edge along one arm abruptly. That hadn't been there. Impossible, and yet, unavoidable. A different room, no gun, and nothing had disturbed his sleep. Even if he'd been drugged, he would have remembered it. No one knew the right compound to - where was this place?
Who could have brought him here? Where - Heero stood, slow and stoic, face as stone-still and expressionless as a machine's, betraying only the merest flicker of his racing thoughts, invisible to all but those who knew him best. The room was empty, austere, as bland as a new-constructed dorm, and the only thing in it was a narrow bed, a table beside it, and a second, larger table, all in muted shades of neutral gray. And there, sitting in plain sight, all bright oranges and shiny gloss, was a flier.
He read it without touching; he'd received covert instructions before, could these be...? A moment passed as Heero reread the message a second and third time. Finally, he nodded, decision reached.
"Mission accepted."
Content: Heero awakens
Where: Heero's room
When: Today
Warnings: none? idk
Heero Yuy was only rarely taken by surprise. Meticulous planning, exhaustive research, training that had killed lesser subjects, all combined in an effort to prepare him for any situation. The bed was cold under his shoulders when he woke, sheets as cool as if he'd just lain down. That roused him so much as anything else, that simple stimulation. Too quiet, the lack of sound might have been a gunshot for all the response it garnered, pulling the soldier from sleep into wary surprise in an instant. He hesitated not at all, rolling off the bed and reach for his gun in the same instant, a move calculated to bring him up against a wall and in firing position.
...reached for his...where was his gun?
The bedside table caught him by surprise, scraping the edge along one arm abruptly. That hadn't been there. Impossible, and yet, unavoidable. A different room, no gun, and nothing had disturbed his sleep. Even if he'd been drugged, he would have remembered it. No one knew the right compound to - where was this place?
Who could have brought him here? Where - Heero stood, slow and stoic, face as stone-still and expressionless as a machine's, betraying only the merest flicker of his racing thoughts, invisible to all but those who knew him best. The room was empty, austere, as bland as a new-constructed dorm, and the only thing in it was a narrow bed, a table beside it, and a second, larger table, all in muted shades of neutral gray. And there, sitting in plain sight, all bright oranges and shiny gloss, was a flier.
He read it without touching; he'd received covert instructions before, could these be...? A moment passed as Heero reread the message a second and third time. Finally, he nodded, decision reached.
"Mission accepted."