Deep Emotion [ dearka x yzak ]

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Chapter IV

Dearka lay against the cold, tile floor of his cell, trying to nurse the various bruises and cuts all over his body. He had just come out of interrogation at the hands of two of Hibiki's men, and when he would give them no new information about the Buster's operating system, they attempted to "convince" him.

Dearka had landed on Earth at the same time Yzak did in 1942, but he had the misfortune of landing near New York City. Both he and his Gundam were captured and brought back to Ulen's facility without the knowledge or approval of the Germans. He had only been there a few days, and in that time Hibiki and his men had managed to break his body, but not his spirit. It seemed as though no matter how many times they hit him, he also some smartass retort to spit at them. However, he was now beginning to run out of names and insults for his captors.

The blonde-haired Gundam pilot tried to sit up, finding it incredibly difficulty with a huge bruise on his chest and a broken rib. It was all just part of the same routine. For the past few days, they had removed him from his cell, tied him to a chair, and beat him senseless until he agreed to give up any information. So far they had only basic knowledge of buster's operating system, but they weren't done.

"Ahhh." Cried Dearka as he grabbed the side of his ribcage and leaned back down onto the floor. "Shit." He opened an eye lazily and stared up at the door. He saw the silhouetted figures of two SS guards talking in faint German. They were interrupted by a third figure, which Dearka recognized as being one of Hibiki's men because he spoke in English. "Open the door. We need to see the prisoner."

"Jahwul."

The door opened and in stepped Zorin. "My men tell me that you still refuse to talk, despite their best efforts to convince you."

Dearka chuckled, coughing up some phlegm and blood onto the floor. "It's just all the more incentive for me to keep my mouth shut."

"Yes, we feel somewhat the same way. That's why we're going to have to do something different. Bring the physician." he ordered the guards.

"Jah, mein Herr." said one of the guards.

"Trying to kill me with kindness?" asked Dearka sarcastically.

"We still need you Mr. Elthman. We can't kill you." Zorin stepped into the doorway and turned back to Gundam pilot. "Yet."

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Yzak and Charley stood motionless in a darkened alley, their backs pressed firmly against the brick wall of building labeled Leehan's Café. Yzak was dressed in some clothes he borrowed from Jack, a pair of jeans, work boots, and old flannel shirt and a newsy cap. A German Kubelwagen drove down the street, four soldiers sitting in the front and back seats. When the car had passed, Charley peaked his head out around the corner. "Alright, it's safe." he beckoned Yzak to come follow him. "So do you know what they do at this warehouse?" asked Yzak.

"Not really. All we do know is that they must do some pretty important shit there." replied Charley as he opened the door to the café. "There's guards covering every inch of the entrance, and damn near every-week they're getting some new trucks coming in."

"Hmm." muttered Yzak as he stepped into the dank, musty food joint. It seemed abandoned. The table were stripped, the mirrors were smashed, and the floorboards were coming loose. "What the hell are we doing here?" asked the silver-haired boy.

"Just a sec." said Charley. The older man walked over to a small door in the corner which Yzak assumed led to a basement. He then proceeded to raise his fist and tapped a specific rhythm on the door. The door opened and out stepped a short young women of oriental descent. "Charley, thank God you're alright."

"Yeah, they can't get rid of me that easy. There's someone I need you to meet. This is Yzak. Yzak, this is Miko."

Yzak stepped forward and offered his hand to the young women. She grasped it and shook it somewhat weakly. "So what's the deal with the kid." asked Miko.

"Take us downstairs and I'll explain everything."

"Hey, can I trust this kid?" asked Miko. Yzak was again becoming aggravated people talking over him.

"Hey, he escaped from the Germans. That's good enough for me."

"Alright, let's go." Miko turned and led the two down a staircase into a small decrepit old cellar. In the corner was a small door. The oriental girl opened it and walked into a small storage room with a few shelves that had some broken and empty jars on them. Pushed up against the back wall was a large bookcase like shelf. Miko swiveled out of the way, revealing large hole in the wall that led into another room. The three got down on their hands and knees and crawled into the room. When Miko emerged, she turned on an overhead light, revealing large room filled with radio equipment, cases of guns, ammo, grenades, and a cot in the corner where a man was sleeping.

"What is this place?" asked the gundam pilot.

"One of the entrances to the underground. They were built a long time ago by Irish immigrants to hide from nativist violence. Now they serve as the base for the resistance." Charley the turned his head towards the cot. "Hey Mike, get up!" yelled Charley.

The stranger snapped up in his bed and jerked his head around to find Charley. He then yawned before speaking "Ahhh, good to see yah again Charley." said Mike in a heavily Irish accented voice. He yawned again. "Who the hell's the kid."

"I'm not a kid! My name's Yzak!"

"Whatever." replied the Irishman in a tone demonstrating he didn't care. "So what's the good news?" said Mike as he swiveled out of bed, placing his feet on the floor."

"Well, I thought you should meet this guy. He got away from the Germans."

"So?"

"Well, he also has one of them German mobile suits."

"Mobile what?" inquired Mike.

Charley sighed. "One of them robots."

Mike's and Miko's eyes suddenly widened. "He has one of those German robots?!"

"It's called a Gundam." said the silver-haired boy.

"A what?"

"A GUN-DAM, dumbass."

"Fuck you."

"Shut up Mike." Charley walked over to a small workbench strewn with various papers and picked up a pair of binoculars. "Well anyway, Yzak, this is Miko Himura and Mike Leehan. There my best intelligence officers. Well, I think it's best if we keep introductions short. C'mon, I think you should have a look at that facility."

Yzak nodded and watched as Charley walked past him and out the tunnel back into the cellar. He followed the resistance fighter back into the main barroom and up a flight of stairs that lead up to the roof. "Alright, keep your head down." ordered Charley. The two crouched down, inching their way up to the edge off the roof, and then laying against the soft gravel with their heads peaking over the roof's facade. "Okay that's the warehouse over there." said Charely, handing the binoculars to Yzak and pointing in a certain direction to his left. Yzak slowly brought the binoculars to eyes and brought them into focus on the facility, which was in fact a series of large warehouses with a barbed-wire fence running around it.

He focused in on the main gate, which was barbed-wire on a wooden frame with a machinegun nest in front of it. Several guards armed with Schmeisser submachine-guns and Kar 98 rifles patrolled back and forth. Inside the gate, Yzak could see more soldiers and a door leading into what he thought was the barracks."

"So what makes you think Dearka is in there?"

"Well, a couple of days ago, something crashed near the Brooklyn Bridge. When we saw it, we thought it was a plane or some shit. But later, some of our people scoped it out and found that all the wreckage was gone. Then, another one of our guys said he saw a huge friggin' flatbed pulling something into the facility all covered with tarps. It's possible your friend was whatever crashed there."

"Well, there's only one way to know for sure. We need to get inside."

"We?! Inside?! Hey listen buddy you wanna do that, you're on your own."

"Listen, I agreed to help you in any way I can, and now it's time for you to return the fucking favor."

Charley turned onto his back and covered his face with his hands. He then reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of lucky strikes. He drew one the white tubes from the package and put it between his lips. He was about to light it when he closed his Zippo and pulled the cigarette out of his mouth.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do."