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Hilde stands and salutes the Blue Wing squad leader.
“ I am sure all of you have great potential. And I trust that all of you know that this is not a game.” He announces.
“War is never a game.” Hilde thinks to herself.
The leader paces in front of the anxious sickened teens.
“ I hope you all know that you might not make it into this squad. By just looking at some of you I am surprised you made it this far.”
The tall, strong looking man stops and looks right into Hilde’s eyes. She stares back into his cold, ice blue eyes.
“ You can’t intimidate me that easily.” She thinks.
The man stops staring and starts pacing again.
“ I guess I can start with the test then.” The young man says with a touch of sarcasm on his tongue.
Hilde stands perfectly still, being sure not to loose her posture when he looks again. Out of the corner of her blue eyes she can see some of her friends slouching a little. The intense young man turns around and starts taking notes on his brown, old clipboard. He walks along the line slowly, making each person that is next in line extremely nervous. Soon the young man is done and the testing of ability begins.
* * * * *
Duo slams his cards down on the smooth, glass-covered table and leaps up in joy.
“ROYAL FLUSH!!”
Quatre stares at the cards on the table with a blank, unbelieving expression on his gentle face.
“That was all BUT fair!” Catherine shouts in desperation.
Trowa laughs and leans over the table to reveal his card-hand.
“Two pairs..”
Catherine is on her feet by now and chasing after Duo, who is still prancing around the table in circles.
“Come BACK!! You STACKED THE DECK!!!” she accuses.
Trowa stares at the two and looks back at Quatre.
“What did you get Quatre?” he asks trying to hold back his laughter.
“Junk.”
Quatre tosses his cards only to reveal a 2, 3, 10, 6, and an 8.
Trowa laughs. “You’ve got nothing.”
Heero walks by Wufei, who is trapped in his own, peaceful meditation. Heero, without looking at Wufei, knocks him over and walks toward the chaos that a simple game of cards has created. Wufei makes a startled cry and falls on the hard, non-carpeted floor. All the action in the room stops. Everyone is staring open-mouthed at Heero. Heero looks at them with not even a touch of emotion. Wufei pulls himself up and stares into Heero’s cold eyes. Everyone watches as Wufei and Heero stare at each other, not saying a single word.
Duo leans back in a chair, making it rock on two legs.
“Yeah. I strongly think the saying, “actions speak louder then words” applies for these two.” He says in an unconcerned voice.
“Definitely.” Quatre says while chuckling.
* * * * *
“Your name is Hilde right?”
Hilde looks up to see the brown- haired Blue Wing leader watching her.
“Yes sir.” She says in a calm and collected voice.
“Welcome to the Blue Wing squad.” He says, congratulating her.
“Thank you sir. I won’t let you down.” She says, letting a thin smile cross her face.
“Good,” he smirks, “I look forward to fighting along side you in the battle field.”
Hilde stands up and brushes the dirt off of her jacket.
“By the way,” the young officer says, “I am Kinnison.” He extends his hand toward Hilde.
“Nice to meet you.” She says, shaking his hand.
“The Blue Wing squad meets here at eight-o-clock tomorrow morning sharp.”
“Understood.” She says in acknowledgment. Hilde walks off with a thick, blue uniform in her tan arms.
* * * * *
Duo is sitting on the couch watching TV. Well, he isn’t really watching, just flipping through the channels. Quatre comes up and plops himself on the couch next to Duo. Trowa wanders out of the bathroom and into the kitchen. He pulls out three Cokes and shuffles into the living room. Trowa hands them each a Coke and then makes himself room on the couch.
“Nothing good is on.” Quatre warns Trowa.
“Don’t worry about it. I channel surf all the time. I don’t need to be fixated on one station.” He says opening his Coke. There is a hissing sound that comes from his drink before he takes a sip of it.
“What the hell is with that?!?” Duo says in a calm voice.
Trowa looks up and sips his Coke again.
“Hmmmm??” He makes a noise in a questioning tone.
“I mean look. What kind of idiot superhero would go out in a skirt and high-heels to fight crime and end up twirling a damn baton and screaming crap like, “Moon Bubbles.”? He says taking a sip of his Coke. Trowa’s coke is now all over the mini table because he has spit it out. Quatre and Trowa break out into hysterical, uncontrollable laughter.
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