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"Well if that's all there is to it, then what are we waiting here for?"Said Duo, smirking a little bit to himself. If things had just gotten more difficult, at least it would be more interesting than it had been up until this point...Not that it was bad that nothing had happened, it was just...Well, Duo half expected that something would have gone wrong before then, and hopefully this would just fill the quota of bad things for the day...unlikely, but hopefully.

Duo started swimming again, finding this whole bit a little odd. He didn't dive much, but it was sort of similar to being in space....just...with more resistance. And shock waves from earthquakes...No, he definitely preferred space over this...Except for the scenery. That was a tossup; the view of the Earth was great from space, but the moon was just too close...If the water here hadn't been so cloudy, he was sure it would be nice...but, then again, the cloudiness helped hide them, so it had its advantages, for now. After all, this wasn't for fun.

((That game looks amazing, btw. o_o; ))

"Docking at two o'clock." Heero spoke the words aloud for Wufei's benefit, knowing that the other pilot's straight visuals were less than clear and he lacked as detailed electronic mapping device. They were reaching the island already when a second, much smaller tremor ran through the water, barely causing their suits to shake.

Wufei frowned at his control panel, looking from it to the readout he still had on his mini screen. "Yuy." He touched his mouthpiece, pushing it closer in an attempt to get the words across clearer. "I think we have a problem."

"What?" Heero continued steering them up to the underwater cave, the entrance several yards from the surface of the water and much further up than they had been traveling. If whatever Wufei had been about to say was of immediate notice, then he would not have minced words but just come out with it. They had time to finish this stage of the mission.

"The data Cancer is giving me is the same as it was at the start of the mission. If we are to believe it, no fuel has been used since shortly after we set off." The interior of his mobile suit suddenly dimmed and went black and the air-filtering system gave a low whirring noise and stopped, leaving a feeling of stagnation and threat.

Wufei tapped his mouthpiece, looked at the no longer lit display screen and took off his headphones. "And now I'm on life-support. Damn."

Duo tapped his ear piece, once he had caught up with the other two. He had heard Wufei up to a certain point, but then the sound simply died and the wire went silent. He tapped it again, thinking maybe it was a problem on his end, but when that worked he promptly decided it wasn't.

"Sounds like that old Cancer is giving Wufei some trouble," he said, though knowing it wasn't like they could go help repair the suit; they had their own part of the mission to complete, and it was important for them to finish it.

After a moment of silence, Duo couldn't help but ask, "Any sign of it?" He was getting a little agitated; in the murky water it almost seemed like they were going nowhere.

((^^; Nope. Sadly, it only goes to PlayStation 2 and soon Wii.
>:E And yes, I can be a wolf. You can be my useless prophet. XD))

Quatre was worried too but was also very aware of how much these kind of missions meant, the very important ones. At hearing Duo's question, he pulled out one of the few more advanced pieces of equipment they have been allowed to bring along. The underwater binoculars had both nightvision and infrared functions, beside being digital binoculars with zoom and the ability to capture and store a limited amount of pictures of good quality. A little something one of the Winner companies had developed once.

Pulling it free from the straps that had held it securly to his hip, Quatre began scanning the area. He really hoped that nothing really bad had happened to Chang but if it were so that the enemy had found him they should have heard some kind of fighting going on. Or at least he thought they should have.

"Trowa," Quatre spoke into the transmitter, "can you give me their coordinates?"

It was in that moment before Trowa could even answer the other pilot, that Duo spotted it; Truthfully, he hadn't expected the alarm system to be so...Well, obvious. It was just a few controll switches on the sandy ocean floor. From the surface, it would undoubtedly be completely unnoticable, but from their depth, the small blinking light indicating that it was functional was just barely bright enough to be seen. "Guys, I spotted it,"said Duo, glad to have just finally reached their destination; again, he was experiencing the vague feeling that if he turned around, their ship would be right there...It really was dark enough in this water to make it difficult to tell if they had gained any ground at all.

The braided pilot swam down in the murky water toward the blinking light, making sure to stay well away from going over it and setting it off. He reached the ocean floor, floating inches off the sand, examining the disguised box; it was camouflaged behind seaweed and sand, and truthfully it was only a matter of luck he had seen it at all. He didn't wait for the other two to catch up before he set to work disabling it.

As Heero's voice came over the com system, Duo let out a sigh of relief. At least it wasn't an attack, or Heero wouldn't have sounded so calm...Even if it was him...In fact, the braided pilot doubted very much whether or not 01 would have even given them a status report if he had been engaged by the enemy.

"Right. The alarm system is down,"he replied, thinking that considering how quickly it seemed Heero and Wufei were coming up to their target destination, it was probably for the best he had spotted it quickly. At least the first part of their plan was proceeding as they had planned...

((Ack. Shorrrrttt! Sorry everyone, but someone beside me and Kami needs to post. *jabs Nadil to do it*))

Quatre nodded, his action slowed down in the water. "Alright, let's see to that that is not on us. Come on--" and more than that he didn't manage to get out before something rumbled, the sound seeming to come form all around them. The little rocks upon the sandy bottom seems to move slightly, but quickly, where they lay. The pilots who were in the water only had the time to cast a worried glance at each other before the real shake ripped the surroundings. Bigger rocks fell off the underwater cliffs and (bigger) rocks where they had previously lied snuggly and secure.

Quatre let out a semi-loud, surprised sound as he was thrown backwards, forcing him to whirl around in the water to protect his oxygen reserves from the submarine environment. This would certainly not go so smoothly if these shakes continued and, worse, grew greater.

Down deep underground, a red light flashed, warning the people present that something may have happened in the docking chamber. It could be a false alarm but crew was sent there anyway and the regular check ups run at the base on an overall. This happened ever so often, this was Hawaii after all. Despite having advanced so much and acquire wondrous technology, humankind had still not learned to master nature's most primal ways of calling "objection!".

"Sir!" one of the technicians called out for the attention of the supervisor in the room. "There seems to be a problem with the outer alarm. The quake must have harmed it or pushed something out of order. It's not responding." The older man sighed heavily.

"That's what you get for alarms that are of the old technology. But they come in handy since they're less detectable tahn the newer ones." The supervisor shook his head. "Alright, send out a technician to fix that damn thing. It's been very calm and no one has found us out so far but we take no risks."

It figured. While both Trowa and Quatre had somehow managed the first shock just fine, but no, Duo managed to get himself promptly thrown into a bed of giant kelp. Joy. The more the braided pilot tried to loose himself, the worse the tangled mess became....It was like trying to brush a particularly stubborn not out of his hair...However, in this case unlike the other, he was free to cut himself out of the situation. He grabbed a small knife he'd strapped to his wet suit, and started hacking away at the green vegetation.

After about seven minutes, he was finally free of the salad from hell. He hadn't wanted to waste so much time, especially when in this sort of situation it was of the essence, but it really couldn't have been avoided. He swam back to the other two pilots, and promptly said, "Thanks so much for the help, guys." Duo, at least, thought the sarcasm was merited as he was a little annoyed to be the only one sent in a strange direction.