Full Metal Panic - One shot - PG
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snippetsTitle: Stealth Operations
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parsnip_chan
Fandom(s): Full Metal Panic
Character(s): Melissa Mao & Kurz Weber
Genres: General, some attempts at humor
Rating & Word Count: 537 - PG
Written for:ouatic_7
Summary: Being on a ship for long periods of time is bound to make anyone crazy and Melissa Mao is no exception.
Note: This was requested Nov. 2007, but was just recently finished during Nano 2008. As such, while the language has been cleaned up, not much else has been revised.
Stealth Operations
It was a mission of the utmost importance. Peering around a corner, Melissa signaled to Kurz using her middle and index fingers. The way ahead was clear. Waiting only a few seconds after Kurz dashed ahead to the next checkpoint, Melissa followed, bringing up the rear as any good commander should.
Failure was not an option.
“Where are the guards?” Kurz whispered as she came abreast of him, pressed against the steel wall and glancing around another corner. There should have been at least two waiting outside the door to the stock room.
Melissa reached into her shirt and pulled out a black leather notebook. Flipping it open, she ran a finger down a column; it was the rooster duty for the Tuatha d’Danan. “Gregory and Melbourne should be on duty right now. Maybe they’re inside raiding the shelves themselves?”
Kurz glanced over at his commanding officer, an incredulous look crossing his face. “Are you crazy! They’ll kill us if we catch them in the act! Their reputation means more to them then our lives!”
Melissa glared at her partner in crime.
“Do you want the crab meat spaghetti again or not?” She glanced slyly at Kurz, turning on the charm just a little. “I’ll throw in a picture of me in a black dress…commando style.”
Kurz gulped and snapped a sharp salute. "Yes, ma'am!"
Melissa snorted and tucked the notebook back into her shirt pocket. "Let's go," she whispered, dashing into the corridor and staying low to the ground. It was do or die. Sidling up to the door, she checked the hall once again for clearance before nudging the door open. Sticking inside a mirror, she attempted to see within, but the room was too dark to tell much.
She silently motioned with her head, her fingers signaling extreme caution. Weber nodded and pushed the door open wide, jumping in and rolling along the ground. Mao flipped on the light switch as Weber came up crouching, a can of beans in his hand and posed to throw.
"Sousuke?" Weber chocked, causing Mao to lean into the door, gaping. There was Sousuke, sitting on a crate with two guards bound at his feet and several empty beer cans on the floor. He had a gun in his hand, posed to fire.
"Stealing from ship stores is against regulations. I will have to report this to Captain Testarosa." He motioned for the two soldiers to enter the room. "If you resist, I will fire."
Mao groaned. "Can I at least have a beer?" she asked motioning to the open case at her subordinate's feet. "If I'm getting in trouble, I might as well get into trouble."
Sousuke pondered it for a minute before reaching down and tossing a beer (a real one, not one of those simulated beers with no alcohol to help ease it down) to Weber. "I see no problem with that."
He had such a strange sense of honor. She was so going to get this by Tessa, but at least she was safe in one other area. Cracking open the beer and chugging in satisfaction, she wiped her mouth dry. She glanced at Weber and smiled. "No black dress," she mouthed.
Weber groaned.
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Author:
parsnip_chanFandom(s): Full Metal Panic
Character(s): Melissa Mao & Kurz Weber
Genres: General, some attempts at humor
Rating & Word Count: 537 - PG
Written for:
ouatic_7Summary: Being on a ship for long periods of time is bound to make anyone crazy and Melissa Mao is no exception.
Note: This was requested Nov. 2007, but was just recently finished during Nano 2008. As such, while the language has been cleaned up, not much else has been revised.
It was a mission of the utmost importance. Peering around a corner, Melissa signaled to Kurz using her middle and index fingers. The way ahead was clear. Waiting only a few seconds after Kurz dashed ahead to the next checkpoint, Melissa followed, bringing up the rear as any good commander should.
Failure was not an option.
“Where are the guards?” Kurz whispered as she came abreast of him, pressed against the steel wall and glancing around another corner. There should have been at least two waiting outside the door to the stock room.
Melissa reached into her shirt and pulled out a black leather notebook. Flipping it open, she ran a finger down a column; it was the rooster duty for the Tuatha d’Danan. “Gregory and Melbourne should be on duty right now. Maybe they’re inside raiding the shelves themselves?”
Kurz glanced over at his commanding officer, an incredulous look crossing his face. “Are you crazy! They’ll kill us if we catch them in the act! Their reputation means more to them then our lives!”
Melissa glared at her partner in crime.
“Do you want the crab meat spaghetti again or not?” She glanced slyly at Kurz, turning on the charm just a little. “I’ll throw in a picture of me in a black dress…commando style.”
Kurz gulped and snapped a sharp salute. "Yes, ma'am!"
Melissa snorted and tucked the notebook back into her shirt pocket. "Let's go," she whispered, dashing into the corridor and staying low to the ground. It was do or die. Sidling up to the door, she checked the hall once again for clearance before nudging the door open. Sticking inside a mirror, she attempted to see within, but the room was too dark to tell much.
She silently motioned with her head, her fingers signaling extreme caution. Weber nodded and pushed the door open wide, jumping in and rolling along the ground. Mao flipped on the light switch as Weber came up crouching, a can of beans in his hand and posed to throw.
"Sousuke?" Weber chocked, causing Mao to lean into the door, gaping. There was Sousuke, sitting on a crate with two guards bound at his feet and several empty beer cans on the floor. He had a gun in his hand, posed to fire.
"Stealing from ship stores is against regulations. I will have to report this to Captain Testarosa." He motioned for the two soldiers to enter the room. "If you resist, I will fire."
Mao groaned. "Can I at least have a beer?" she asked motioning to the open case at her subordinate's feet. "If I'm getting in trouble, I might as well get into trouble."
Sousuke pondered it for a minute before reaching down and tossing a beer (a real one, not one of those simulated beers with no alcohol to help ease it down) to Weber. "I see no problem with that."
He had such a strange sense of honor. She was so going to get this by Tessa, but at least she was safe in one other area. Cracking open the beer and chugging in satisfaction, she wiped her mouth dry. She glanced at Weber and smiled. "No black dress," she mouthed.
Weber groaned.
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