Deep Emotion [ dearka x yzak ]

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Chapter VIII

The air outside the compund was pleasantly warm for SS Oberschutze (privates) Jorg Hauer and Walter March who sat at the machine gun nest outside the front gate of Hibiki's compound. They were tired and about to go off shift, so they decided to spend the last hour or so of their shift doing what they do best: smoking cigarettes and exchanging rude jokes with the other sentries.

They had reached the end of their packs, and decided to barter for more from the others on duty. As Jorg stood up to walk over and pry some cigarettes off his comrades on duty, both him and Walter heard the sound of something whipping through the air, like a stick flung by a kid, only much heavier. The whipping stopped and a clanking sound was heard, as though an aluminum can had just banged against the concrete. Before Walter or Jorg could react, a sudden explosion threw the pair from the nest head on into the others who were already falling from pieces of shrapnel. Suddenly, a roar of engines was heard and from around the corner came two trucks, the first plowing head on into the gate.

Gunfire erupted as the first truck screeched to a halt and turned slightly sideways while the second stopped just before hitting the tail end of the first. Resistance fighters began to pour out, among whom Jack was one of the first. He quickly unbelted a grenade, pulled the pin a lobbed it at the machine gun nest overlooking the main doors. The two soldiers flew forward and up as it went off, tumbling to the ground. The young insurgent immediately ducked behind the lead car and un-slung his Thompson. "Never thought you'd spend a Friday night like this, did ya!?" yelled Vin over the gunshots and bullets ricocheting.

"Of course! Don't you wonder why we kids have so much fun!" he replied. The two rose from behind their barrier and began firing at the oncoming SS soldiers.

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Hibiki and his men were working feverishly at their controls, making final preparations for the activation of the generator. Zorin came running from around a corner and stood in front of Ulen. "Sir, insurgents. They're just outside the compound."

Hibiki paused for a moment and then looked up at his colleague. "We can't let them interfere with us. Continue with the preparations. Let the Germans deal with them."

"No! This operation is being shut down!" shouted a familiar voice.

Each member of Hibiki's party turned to see General Jodl flanked by four guards. "I am placing you under arrest and taking command of this facility."

"On what charges?"

"Withholding information vital to the security of the Reich and failure to obey the direct orders of the Fuhrer." The general stepped forward and stood but inches away from the doctor's face.

"Continue with my orders." said Hibiki to his men.

"You are hereby relieved, herr Oberfuhrer."

Hibiki's expression did not change as he quickly pulled his pistol from his belt and fired a round into the stomach of the General. Upon hearing this, several of Ulen's men pulled out their own pistols and fired at the guards, dropping the four before they had time to load their rifles. The general's eyes widened and he dropped down to his knees.

"I'm sorry general, but I am afraid this means the immediate termination of our alliance." He pointed the pistol and Alfried's head and squeezed the trigger. "Continue with your work." commanded Ulen and he holstered his weapon. Little did he realize, however, that Zorin was now gone from the room.

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Since the last interrogation session, Dearka had gathered enough strength to try and make an escape. At present he stood at the side of the door, waiting for the arrival of another guard, for whom he was ready this time. This time he was ready. The gunshots outside had startled the guards, and they had decided to go see what the problem was. He had decided this was the time to act. The blond-haired gundam pilot waited patiently until he heard the tapping of boots against the tile. A shadow approached the door, and the same jingling of keys and sliding of the lock of was heard. The figure stepped into the room, and immediately, Dearka brought his fist down on top of him, knocking the man to ground. "Stop! Stop!" pleaded the man. Dearka hesitated as he recognized the face.

"Wait a fucking second! You're Zorin." he immediately grabbed the man by the collar and brought his face up to level with his. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he demanded.

"I'm here to help."

"What?" Dearka began to loosen his grip.

"I'm here to get you out of here. Your friend too." Dearka released the man's collar and allowed Zorin to stand, who turned and walked over to the wounded boy. He bent down to get a closer look at his head and Dearka followed, standing tall over the man. "Why are you helping us?" he asked.

"Because I work for Zaft. Help me with him." said Zorin as he lifted the silver-haired boy onto his shoulder. Dearka lifted Yzak's other arm and placed it over his shoulder around his neck, then raised an eyebrow "You work for Zaft?"

"Yeah. Captain Ben Zorin, Zaft military intelligence, special operations sector."

"Well....what're you doing here?"

"Well, that's a long story. Help me get him out of here, and I'll tell you. You think you can carry him on your own?" Dearka remained silent, wondering if he should trust this man. The man who had overseen his beatings. But then again, he was helping them here. Maybe it was time to put some blind faith to the test.

"Yeah." Dearka got beneath Yzak's chest, humped the boy onto his back, then turned him to carry him across his shoulders 2X4 style. Zorin un-holstered his pistol and peaked around the corner. He turned back to blonde boy and motioned for him to follow. Dearka turned to his side and hobbled out the door. "There's a medical bay down the hall, we'll take him there." Dearka huffed along while Zorin kept out in front. When they reached the end of the hall, they saw a door marked MEDIZINISCHE BUCHT. Zorin turned the doorknob, and slowly edged the door open. It was empty. Must be in the barracks thought Zorin. "Bring him in." he said to Dearka. The Zaft agent holstered his pistol and lent the boy a hand in bringing in his unconscious friend. They laid him out on a cot and Zorin began to ransack the cupboards for some supplies. "Gimme' a hand. Look for some medical tape and gauze."

"Sure."

Ben returned to the cot with some antiseptic and some cotton swabs. "Now you lay down over there. I'll be with you in a second."

"No, I'm fine. Just...."

"I said go lay down."

Those words were final. Dearka walked over to a small stretcher in the corner and laid himself down on the stiff fabric. Zorin went to work sterilizing and bandaging Yzak's head gash, then turned to Dearka. He took out a small cotton pad and rubbed some antiseptic on it, then proceeded to dot and dab at the various cuts on all over Dearka's body. "Yeah, most of these have healed on their own. No point in wasting bandages." Ben gathered up his supplies and turned around to place them on counter when Dearka spoke "Uhhh, Captain Zorin?"

"You can call me Ben."

"So, how did you get here, Ben?"

"Oh shit. That's right, I said I'd tell you." He turned around and sat on a stool opposite Dearka, pulling a tooth pick out of one of his breast pockets and putting it in his mouth. "Where to begin...Well, first of all, get this right. Hibiki's a scientific genius, but he isn't exactly cunning."

"Whatya' mean?"

"Well, eventually Zaft caught on to his funneling of government funds into personal projects. The problem was that they couldn't prove it until they knew where the money was going. So that's where I come in. Zaft sent me undercover to look into Hibiki's operation. I got on his good side and he let me in on the whole operation, but before I could report back to Zaft, he went ahead and blew up his lab. It took me about a month before I found out where he had set up his new lab, and when I did, I was ready to destroy it this time."

"So what happened?" inquired Dearka.

"I planted a bomb, but Hibiki activated the generator before it went off. There was a huge release of temporal energy, and well, here we are."

"Yeah, I remember Hibiki telling me that much." Suddenly the communicator began to ring, and Dearka pulled it out of his pocket.

"Hey Dearka, are you there?!" shouted the voice he had talked to earlier.

"Yeah, I'm here. Who is this?"

"Oh sorry, that's right..." the voice was cut off as a burst of machine gun fire was heard. "Sorry, my name is Jack! I'm a friend of Yzak's! Listen, we need to know where the fuck you guys are!"

"We're in a medical bay. Yzak got hit pretty hard in the head."

"Well throw some water on him! We need you guys out here on the double!"

"Okay, we'll try to be out as soon as possible." As Dearka flipped the communicator closed, the two of them heard a groaning and saw their ally slowly rise from the stretcher. "Ohhhh..." Dearka stood and walked over to Yzak, standing at the side and bending over to be at eye level with. "Hi."

"What the...hell happened?"

"You got thwacked on the head. Nothing serious, but you were out cold for a little while." The silver-haired boy turned his head slowly to see Zorin who still had his back turned to them. "Who's that?"

"Relax. His name is Ben and he's with Zaft."

"Zaft? What's he doing here?" Zoring smacked himself on the forehead and sighed.

"I don't have time to explain all this shit again. We've got two hours until Hibiki activates that generator and we still have a lot of work to do."

"What do we need to do?" asked Dearka.

"Well, first we need the gundams. I know where yours is." he said as he pointed to Dearka. "You okay to pilot Yzak?"

Yzak rubbed his forehead. "Put some aspirin in me and I'll be fine."

"I don't even know if we got time for that." said Dearka.

"We don't. Just get him up and let's get the hell out of here."

Dearka complied and helped Yzak to his feet. Though moved awkwardly at first, he got his coordination back pretty quickly.