Warnings: AU, OOC, possible historical inaccuracy. No disrespect meant.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or the song Zombie by The Cranberries (which has strongly inspired this fic I must admit). Duo may seem a bit out of character, but you'll see why.
Thanks to Wufie-the-back-side-slayer for the title and summary.
The Prologue
It's the same old team, since 1916.
In your head, in your head, they're still fighting.
With their tanks and their bombs, and their bombs and their guns.
In your head, in your head they are dying.
Duo Maxwell could feel the disgust of a pair of sharp blue eyes go straight through him.
"What is your problem with me?" he asked, unable to take it anymore. Why was this man permanently glaring at him?
This question only seemed to incense him even more.
"Why is he even here?" asked the blue eyed man. His friend and colleague shrugged.
"They say he's the best at what he does," replied the Chinese man quietly. Duo was surprised by this, these two men spoke perfect English.
Another man walked in, "Don't be so surprised Mr. Maxwell, Mr. Yuy and Mr. Chang were raised in the colonies. Of course they both speak English."
Duo turned around to see a truly horrifying figure, parts of this elderly gentlemen were missing, and the prosthetics gave him a grotesque and inhuman appearance. Mr. Yuy smirked as he saw Duo physically recoil from the man.
"I am Dr J, Mr. Yuy's mentor. Unfortunately, Mr. Chang's mentor is still in Hong Kong and therefore unavailable," the Doctor stated, "I am to give you your missions and accept reports, his majesty's government is depending on the five of you to succeed."
"Wait, five of us?"
"Yes, Mr. Barton is still in Eritrea, and Mr. Winner is currently in Arabia," he replied as way of explanation. "They will meet you at Point Libra to undergo Mission Meteor. Understood?"
The three young men nodded in understanding.
"Mission accepted."
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