AT: A random thought about combining Sailor Moon and Gundam Wing, which is a little reminder to people not to let me do it. No such thing as the Gundams in here, the pilots are actually part of a mercenary group I'lve loving dubbed Sons of Hell.

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She was vibrant and radiant, and he callously noted her wide innocent blue eyes that were fringed with light blonde lashes. Oh, the Cat would be jealous of those eyes, because while they weren't as innocous as his, they were a deeper and more exotic blue. His face closed off, he brought her up in his sights, the targeting points flashing over the young blonde's forehead as he aimed perfectly. But he couldn't just shoot, no... he needed to add the special effect. The drama.

The innocent one laughed, and though he wasn't looking at anywhere but the soft expanse of skin that was her forehead, he knew the second she did. When her muscles relaxed, he placed his finger just right, his empty thoughts taking a more sinister view while she puckered lips and waited.

He waited too, oh God, how he was waiting. Just waiting.

The shiny skinned boyfriend was coming in for a kiss, and he knew it, because the little blonde barbie he had in his sights was closing her eyes and sighing, anticipating her black haired kendoll as he came closer. One day, he might look back at this and grin, because he was actually finding it funny in some twisted corner of his mind.

The kiss was just a second from commencing.. and deviously, he pulled the trigger and felt the small tug he always associated with killing. Not the tug of his conscience or the tug of his heart, no, he felt the tug of irony and self accomplishment. The bullet went in neatly, all she had time to do was gasp while her boyfriend reeled away in shock. The bullet came out the otherside of her head, cleanly, and imbedded itself in the wall nearby. He made a gesture with his hand to those behind him, and the precise Cat made a note of where the bullet stopped.

Screams were breaking out below, and with a wild grin on his face, the man with the binoculars took in the wild chaos. Their client was down among the victim's friends, (hell, she was one of them!) and she was looking panicked and trying to assist them. He choked on his laughter, thinking admirably of her acting skills as she calmed them down, one by one, and had them call the police. The sniper hoisted the weapon of choice and looked at his companions as they overlooked the pure blissful state of destruction beneath them. He could, of course, shoot all of the targets now. But according to their client's wishes, it had to be dramatic and flaring. She wanted them to scurry around and sob a little, worry about who was next.

The tallest imagined she had a plan to have the last two tear each other's throat out with anxiety. Again, the devious brunette with the binoculars commended her imagination and clever mind.
As the five companions left the once peaceful and postcard-like scene, not one of them felt the eyes of their client as she grinned under her mask of concern and aided her 'friends' into fleeing the scene.

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AT: There you go, Chapter Zero. Which is, in essence, just a prologue. I've decided who of the Senshi is the client, but can you guess?