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"What the...inhales deeply hell is that?" Trowa kept taking carefully controlled breaths. His face had taken on a sickly green pallor.
Though not green, Heero too was trying to control his body's reactions to the place. He quickly handed Trowa a bag, you know the kind I'm talking about, the ones you get when you fly the friendly skies. Both took a moment to right themselves. With a quick breath mint and set of sunglasses, they were back on their way.
An hour's walk brought them to castle's gates. The gateway was decorated with fuzzy teddy bear heads and lace. A slight push on the enormous door proved it was unlocked and well balanced.
Heero was the first to enter with gun drawn. He quickly scanned the room for hostiles. Finding it clear he motioned Trowa in. Recalling the ground plans J had given him earlier; he made his way to the "Treasure Room". The room was located on sub-basement 2 in the NNW corner of the building. They needed to get down two levels.
Trowa signaled he had found the stairwell. Heero joined him by the top step.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Both whispered together.
It was a ten-foot drop to the next step.
"Two floors down, huh?" Trowa whispered.
"Hn."
"I don't suppose you have a rope on ya, hmm?"
Heero shook his head.
"Fuck."
Heero nodded in agreement.
They then proceeded to do "Lara Croftesque" hang and drops to the lower levels. They stopped at dawn for a quick bite to eat and potty break. With slight grimaces, they trudged over to the stairs again and continued on their journey.
Several hours later, they found themselves tired, dirty, hungry, and sorely in need of the facilities again. They had located a secure area to rest for a few hours. A small hole in the SB-2's wall led to a room with a spring fed pool. Heero dove into the water, while Trowa fished a feast out of his tiny backpack. Heero quickly bathed and returned to where Trowa was munching on a bag of pretzels.
"Mu mant summ?" Trowa gestured towards a ham and turkey sandwich.
"Hn." Heero grabbed the sandwich, relishing its taste.
"Mhn!"
"I...mmm...know. Quatre made them...mmm...before we left."
Heero grabbed another, threw a few potato chips on it, and munched down happily.
Trowa finished his meal and washed up at the pool.
"I think it would be a good idea to rest here till nightfall."
"I agree, Heero. Mountain climbing was not in the mission's specs."
"I'll take first watch."
Trowa nodded in agreement. He pulled a bedroll from his tiny backpack and tossed it to Heero. He then pulled another along with a fluffy pillow from same said backpack.
"Night." With that, Trowa was asleep.
"And he talks about my spandex..." Heero shook his head.