Deep Emotion [ dearka x yzak ]

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Chapter V

Yzak looked at himself in the long wall mirror beside Mike's cot in the underground below Leehan's Café. Miko and some other members of the resistance had managed to steal a German staff car and a couple of gray SS uniforms for Yzak and Charley and now the silver-haired boy was pulling down the loose gray tunic, trying to get out the wrinkles. On the cot beside him were his clothes he had borrowed from Jack, a peaked cap, and an iron cross which Yzak still couldn't figure out how to put on. Charley had his back turned to the boy and was loading a pair of P-38 pistols. Yzak listened as to the metallic clanking sound as Charley slid the magazines into the handles. He reached down and picked up the Iron cross, holding it by its straps. "Hey Charley!" The older man turned his head. He was dressed in the same style uniform as Yzak.

"How the hell do you put this on?"

Charley stuffed the pistol into his left hand holster and sauntered over to the boy. "Alright, let's see here. I seen how the Germans wear it. It's suppose to go around your neck." He got behind the boy and turned up his collar which choked Yzak somewhat. He then proceeded to place the cross around his neck and tie the two ends of the cord together. "There we go."

"You got it?" asked the silver haired boy.

"It's as good as it's gonna get." Replied Charley as he turned down the boy's collar, stuffed the loose ends of the cord underneath it, and handed him one of the pistols. "I assume you know how to use one of these?" he asked sarcastically as Yzak grabbed the pistol. "You don't spend five years in the military without learning a few things about handguns." As the pair turned to the exit, both Miko and Michael came rushing in. "You guys, you're not going to believe this!"

"Try us." Replied Charley.

"It's Hitler!"

"Yeah, what about him?" inquired Yzak.

"He's here!"

"What do you mean ‘he's here'?"

"He's here in New York!

"He is?"

"Yes! CBS is scheduled to do a radio broadcast about his visit in a few minutes."

"Get the tubes warmed up woman!" shouted Mike.

Miko walked over to the work bench Charley stood next to, upon which rested and old radio set. She turned a small knob which lit up the tuning panel and a sound of grainy static filled the room. Yzak remembered a time Athrun decided to take one of these apart and how he explained that it took a few minutes for the vacuum tubes to get warmed up. He sat down on the cot and began tapping his foot impatiently.

The radio finally warmed up and Miko began turning the tuner to get a correct signal. She struck gold when the four of them heard the sound of an orchestral marching tune. They crowded closer to the set as someone began to speak.

I'm Walter Cronkite, and this is CBS' News on Parade! America and Germany side by side in the fight for freedom! Today marked a pivotal turning point in the history of our great nation as the German chancellor Adolph Hitler made his first visit to home of the brave. He arrived in New York City earlier today at an undisclosed location where he was greeted by city fathers. His arrival was made public when he was escorted to the Empire State Building for warm reception and to take in the view from the top floor. Later, the Fuhrer paid a visit our Lady Liberty where Governor Poletti presented him with the keys to the city.

Herr Hitler's tour will be crowned off tomorrow evening when he will be honored with a ticker tape parade through Time's Square. The German Chancellor will then present a speech in Madison Square Garden outlining his vision for a prosperous alliance between America and the German Reich.

Together, we will finally put Americans back to work and free ordinary citizens from the grip of financial profiteers. Never before have the parasitic elements that have racked our economy since 1929 had more to fear!

America and Germany! Two great nations marching together on the road towards a better tomorrow!

The four of them stood in silence contemplating the broadcast they had just heard. "Well...shit." said Mike. "This is going to complicate things a bit."

Yzak stood. "Well, this still doesn't compromise our plans!"

"Listen you idiot. If Hitler's here...." began Miko before being cut off.

"I don't care if Hitler is here. At the moment, my only concern is finding my friend! I'm not going to leave to die at the hands of these bastards!" Yzak turned his back to other people in the room, and let out an angry sigh.

"Calm down for a second." said Charley, trying to quell the fiery young pilot. "If Hitler is here, that may or may not make things harder. We don't how his presence here will affect our mission, but we're still going to find your friend. At the moment, his life if more valuable than anything."

Yzak turned back to all of them and blinked. He then let out a breath as he stared down at the floor and then back at Charley before turning back around to the cot. He began to rummage through his civilian attire and produced a pair of small communicators. He handed one to Mike. "This is a two communicator. We'll call you when we're inside the facility. To send a message, just press this button on the side and talk." Mike nodded.

"Alright." Charley turned and was about to enter the tunnel when he paused and began scratching his chin. "Hmmm." he mumbled. "Hitler's arrival may not be such a bad thing."

XXXXX

Hibiki sat silently at his desk, looking over some reports and making notes on a small pad of paper. On his left, Zorin was working diligently on a small control panel. Directly in front of him was a large, sliding steel door with thick, glass windows on either side. A trio of blurred gray figures walked up past the windows and began to slide the door open. It was general Jodl and two of his escorts. "By executive order of the Fuhrer, the new squadron is to be prepared for his immediate personal inspection." Hibiki looked up slowly at the general. "Your equipment has been delivered. The planes are to be immediately transferred to Luftwaffe regional command headquarters in Albany." Hibiki slowly rose from his chair and placed his fisted hands on the desk.

"These planes are complicated pieces of machinery. You must give me time to prepare them for transport."

"How long?" asked the general, sounding slightly hostile.

"No less than six hours."

"Six hours?!" When the scientist did not change his expression, Jodl realized that he was not about to compromise. "Very well. Six hours." The General turned and walked out of the room, his two escorts tagging along behind.

"I thought you said you weren't going to give them to him." said Zorin. Ulen turned to the weary scientist.

"Begin immediate implementation of the new equipment. We're leaving in the morning."

XXXXXX

Yzak sat in the passenger's seat of the staff car, his elbow resting on the windowsill while Charley drove slowly, yet deliberately through the night, making various stops and turns.

"So Yzak."

"Eh?"

"Tell me about the future that you live in."

Yzak's eyes widened as he dropped his hand from his chin. "I don't know where to begin."

"Well, tell me about Zaft."

"That story is pretty long."

"We've got time."

The gundam-pilot took in a breath. "Alright. As I said, I'm from about 300 years in the future. During my time, there's a war going on between two factions, the Naturals and the Coordinators."

"Naturals and Coordinators?" inquired Charley.

"Coordinators are a race of humans who are born with special genetic enhancements. Naturals...well Naturals are naturally born."

"So, am I to assume that I would be considered a natural?"

"Yes." said Yzak solemnly.

"And these coordinators, are you perchance one of them."

Again Yzak spoke in solemn manner, just barely mumbling the words. "Yes."

"What?"

"Yes!"

"So why are you at war?"

"Because..." Yzak stopped. Living in Nazi occupied territory had made him remember certain things about the Second World War. One of the things was the concentration camps. Jule had always found it preposterous and sickening the way the Nazis had slaughtered millions for their race and religion. Yet, this had all helped him come to a realization about himself and his beliefs.

"I don't know."

"You're fighting in a war you don't even know the cause of."

"That's not what I meant! What I'm trying to say is that..."

"Save it. You can tell me later."

The facility was coming into view. Charley slowed the car down as it approached the front gate. A guard marched up to the driver's side, slinging his K-98 over his shoulder. "Your identification papers, herr."

"ID papers?!" shouted Charley. "We are here by orders of the Fuhrer himself to inspect this facility!"

"I'm sorry herr, but Oberfuhrer Hibiki's orders are that no one can pass without proper identification."

"Are you suggesting that this Hibiki's orders is more important than the Fuhrer's?!"

"No herr, it's just...."

"Let me warn you of something. If anymore of our time is wasted, we will reprimands to your commander. I'm sure he will not be happy to hear of your disobedience to the Fuhrer."

"Yes herr! Open the gate!" Two other guards grabbed the gate and swung it open, while the soldier at the car stepped back and rendered a stiff-armed salute. Charley pulled in and turned the corner. He continued to drive until he came to a pair of large steel doors. He stopped the car, and the two stepped out. The guards there brought themselves to attention and rendered salutes. The pair of false Nazis returned their salutes as they entered the compound. When they had made sure the doors were closed, Yzak pulled the small hand held communicator and spoke into it.

"We're in."