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Title: You Mercenary, You!

FF.net Penname: Rally Collins

Guild Profile: Ladycrystalite

Genre: Action, Humor, Crossover

Status: In-progress

Rating: T

Disclaimer: Mobile Suit Gundam Wing is property of Bandai, Sunrise and Sotsu Agency. Undercover Blues is property of Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Inc. No profit was made from this story, it just had to be written because it won't leave my brain in peace. I blame Muerte! Damn you, Muerte! Damn you!

Summary: Jane finds herself working on a case she really doesn't want to be working on with someone she doesn't trust, a boy who calls himself Death. Right! Like she's never heard that before!

Teaser:

She pulled the front gap of her blazer closed before stepping out into the brisk air of Chantilly, Virginia. It wasn't cold enough for snow this far south, so early in the season, but there was a distinct bite to the wind and she had just spent the last month basking in the steamy tropics. If, by basking, you could mean, skulking about at night, finding concealed lookouts to stuff herself into during the daytime, generally nosing around and running her a** off when the situation called for it. Too bad she couldn't add, guns blazing all the way, to that sentence. It would have made her job all that more enjoyable, but, alas, there was no gunfire to speak of.

"Ms. Blue?" came a voice from out of seemingly nowhere.

Jane turned and found the speaker standing off to her left on the edge of the sidewalk. It was a young man, fresh out of high-school, if she were to guess, dressed in a standard Preventers uniform of black slacks and a black jacket with brown patches on the shoulders. She let her gaze brush over his bright features again. Enormous eyes of some shade she couldn't make out in the dark dominated his hairless face. On second thought, maybe he wasn't out of high school yet. He looked to be about fifteen. Damn, Preventers was training them young, not that she really had much room to talk, but still. She squinted past the twilight to get a look at his badge, but it was impossible to make out at that distance under the yellow lights of the parking lot.

She must have been taking too long to respond because he took a couple of steps forward, holding out a hand. "You are Jane Blue, correct? I'm Duo Maxwell. Director Une sent me down to pick you up."

Jane reached out to grasp his offered hand. He gave an appropriately firm shake without being too enthusiastic or squeezing her hand in an intimidating way that so many men preferred. She smiled. "Call me Jane, Agent Maxwell." Maybe she should have used "Mister" instead of "Agent." He certainly didn't look like an agent but if he was, Jane wasn't about to insult him.

The smile he returned was brilliant. "Since you are so gracious, Jane, how could I not return the gesture? Just Duo is fine." She gave him a nod. "The car is this way. Need help with your bag? It's a bit of a hike. With it being a holiday and all, the lot's full up."

Her eyes were drawn down to the single duffel she had slung over one shoulder. She gave it a pat. "Thanks, but I prefer to handle it myself." He gave her a grin that practically screamed, "I know the feeling," and turned to lead her off into the massive lot of Dulles International Airport. She rolled her lips together. Now, why would a boy so young give her such a grown up look.