"Now, Wade, take my damn advice. You walk outta here. You find a shuttle to get you off this hunk of metal and you don't come back. You'll get killed here."
Wade didn't take his advice. Kid was stubborn. Maybe it was an admirable trait but then it led to this. Duo walked up stairs past the other members of Kerrigan's crew to the VIP area that allowed a vantage point of the fight from above. They nodded at him knowing this was one he'd trained from scratch and they looked ready to provide some sympathy. Everyone seemed to agree that Wade was going to be beaten within an inch of his life. He'd seen Jim near the door to the cage, ready as always to take the bloody fighters to the back room for a patch up. He could hear a few noises from the crowd, a few gasps, a few damn cheers and he suspected that the kid was already fucked. It was an early fight in the night. It didn't need to last long – just needed to get people drinking and betting and losing their inhibitions.
The VIP area was quiet – the bar was better – carrying more than piss water cheap beer and watered down spirits and only a few of Kerrigan's crew were around. No Kerrigan. He wanted to ask where he was but then it was early. Kerrigan only tended to watch the headliners – too busy with other shit until that point.
Duo walked over to the bar, one of the goons leaning against it and glancing down towards the cage.
In the world of illegal cage fighting there are no rules and only the strongest survive. It is a world that Duo has been undercover in for over a year and when the Preventers fear he may have gone rogue, unexpected back-up arrives…
My notes: BAMF undercover Duo and Heero. Good case fic with angst and hurt Duo.