Author's Note: Forgive the title. I already asked opinions and was told it would probably sound very much like a lemon. It isn't. It's just the song Power Slave by Iron Maiden was in my head after I woke up with a dream that sort of inspired this fic, and I listen to the Power Slave CD to write by so it's the title. Enjoy!
Power Slave – Prologue
He leaned quietly against the wall, as always to himself and listened quietly to yet another speech.
Brown hair fell gently, covering blue eyes and patiently he waited, knowing that as soon as the speech was over, he would adjourn with the rest to receive his assignment.
But for some reason, he was worried.
He had, multiple times already, gone on assignments. Had, multiple times, been on assassination missions, both since he joined this group and even before. He had no trouble with causing blood shed, but he didn't feel right.
Inside, his stomach was churning and some part of him was screaming off warnings. Warnings he could not understand, warnings he had never gotten and warnings which left him close to scared.
The steady rain fell atop his raincoat, making a 'thup thup thup' sound of which he ignored as he crossed the soaked runway to the truck he was to get his orders at.
As he arrived, he ducked underneath the tarp awning that had been setup by the truck and waited patiently as the commanding office handed an assignment to the man who had arrived before him.
As the other man scanned over his assignment, under cover of the tarp, he was handed his assignment.
Opening the folder, his eyes almost widened at what he saw. He quickly took steps to not let the emotion cross his face and instead he felt his stomach drop even as he looked up to his name being called by the commander.
"I'm sorry, Sir. I didn't quite catch that."
"I asked if you'll be able to follow through with the assignment, or would it be best if we assigned you a new one?"
He shook his head silently and responded in a very steady, professional voice. "No, thank you, Sir! I should be able to easily handle this assignment, Sir!"
The older man nodded. "Very good. The High Command figured you would be more than able to handle this assignment. Good luck, Heero."
The man saluted and Heero returned the gesture, before sliding the folder under his raincoat and moving out into the rain to a waiting motorcycle.
Boarding the motorcycle and preparing to start the engine, Heero felt the first of many waves of nausea move through him.