This is my very first Gundam Fic, not that you needed to know that. ^- ^ I love Sailor Moon and I love Gundam Wing, so what better thing to do than to combine them in a high-explosive fanfic? Complete with guns and violence. ^^ *Not suitable for anyone who hasn't read _anything_ Gundam or SM, understand? Anywhos, just a couple of notes: ** means that it's to a different scene, with a different character. Just one * means that it's the same scene, but later on. Got it? Now let's get on with the show! Let the camera roll! It's show time!


This Is Supposed To Be A Secret Mission? (Could've Fooled Me)


"So you're telling me that the Alliance has recruited five new stealth soldiers? Lemme guess, this is to hamper our new assignment." Heero nodded and Duo threw up his hands in exasperation.

"Question: How did they find out about our assignment?" Trowa asked softly.

"That was the new stealth officer's first assignment," Quatre replied sighing.

"Man! They managed to get past our systems and spy on us?" Duo exclaimed.

"So we have an adversary, ones that may be just as powerful as us. How powerful are they?"

"We don't know yet Wufei."

"Do they have Gundams?" Quatre paused and looked at Trowa.

"I don't know yet, but I suspect they do." Trowa sighed while Heero and Duo snorted in disbelief. Wufei just looked pensive.

"So, do we go ahead with the plan and take out the stealth soldiers or possible Gundam pilots when we meet them OR do we redo the plan?" asked Duo.

"Or maybe even abort the mission," Wufei added. All turned to stare at him. Wufei just shrugged and met their gaze.

"We don't abort the mission Wufei, that isn't an option," Heero said quietly. Duo looked from one to the other and then broke into a grin.

"Death it is! Time for this God to play!" Everyone broke out in sweatdrops as Trowa laughed uncontrollably.


====== ENEMY BASE COMPOUND C-16 715408449 ======


"I'm in." Minako whispered into her ear-piece before moving on. Suddenly flinging herself into the shadows as a guard walked by, she timed herself. Just as the guard passed her, her foot shot out, connecting with his trachea. He was down before he knew what hit him. Pushing yellow hair out of her face, she moved on.


Ami smiled to herself as she closed her laptop and prepared to move. A gun clicked. Metal brushed her short-cropped blue hair. Turning just enough she could see the gun, she looked up the hand and arm holding it to the face of a man not much older than herself. Noting the long brown hair braided into a thick rope behind his back, information clicked into place. She grinned to herself while continuing to stand up.

"Stop, or I'll shoot you." Ami froze halfway up for a minute before speaking.

"Do you mind if I can at least stand all the way up? This is killing my back." Duo paused before nodding slightly, still eyeing her warily.

"It's not like I even have a gun. Trust me, you'd be able to tell if I did." She was right and wrong Duo decided. She didn't have any normal gun, that was for certain. The navy blue cat suit she wore was skin tight.

"You may not have a gun, but even I'm not stupid. Put the laptop down and let me know why you're here." Ami shrugged before setting the laptop down.

"As you wish." And she was on him and the gun out of his hand before he realized she'd moved. Holding the gun at his head, she smiled.

"Let's talk." Duo cursed and glared, whipping a second smaller gun out of his belt and launching himself forward. Ami berated herself for her stupidity as her shot went wild. Forgetting the gun, she went for a retreat. Neatly disarming Duo a second time, she deprived the two guns of their cartridges and threw them to the side.

"Let's talk, one-on-one. Just us, and no distractions. But how about some other time?" Picking up her laptop, she grinned and winked before running away and taking a sharp right down the corridor. Duo got to his feet and ran after her, skidding to a stop as he tried to figure out where exactly she'd gone.


Information printed on the laptop. Duo was a bundle of nerves. How the hell had that girl gotten past his security lock-outs? He had obtained the information layouts and blueprints and then, as a jibe at the security personnel, locked them out of their own systems. Only this girl was one hell of a hacker; she'd gotten through.

He had no doubts it was her. Her signature was the code-name 'Blue Angel'. That and she'd stolen his disk of information when he was busy trying to keep a hold on his gun. He sighed dramatically. This mission was already bust.


Makoto straightened from where she'd jumped down to and tapped her belt to make sure everything was there. Suddenly she froze. She turned quicker than lightning to aim a flurry of punches and kicks at her opponent. He dodged all of them before taking a hand-spring backwards and holding the equivalent of an 'en garde' stance. She smirked. This was going to be fun.


Rei was busy setting explosives. She didn't notice the gun until it was at her head.

"Get up." The voice was cold, leaving no room for objection. Backing away from her work, Rei noticed the owner of the gun was a boy, not much older than her, if he was at all. She itched to pull out her own gun from her belt but was afraid he might be a quicker draw. It would figure. He studied her work with a critical eye before turning back to glare at her.

"Impressive," he released the safety catch, "but not enough to save you." Striking with the speed of a snake Rei aimed for his groin and the hand holding the gun. She missed. How the hell did that happen? Rei never missed if she could afford it. Everything she'd worked so hard to perfect, every move, he dodged. He was too fast. Suddenly he had one arm around her throat and his knee in the middle of her back as she struggled to breath, the floor coming into sharp focus. Her life flashed before her eyes. She closed them.

"I warned you-" the gun went off. Heero clutched his leg in pain. Kuso! He of all people should have known that she'd have more than one gun. Throwing the tiny one-shot gun away, Rei scrambled to her feet and bolted. Barely registering the sound of a gunshot or the sudden pain in her arm, Rei smiled to herself. She still had the key. Soon this whole building was going to go up like a roman candle.

Heero knelt by Rei's work and shook his head. He was getting out of here before he became roasted. Never mind the castle, let them deal with the repercussions of housing 'it'.


Minako was late; she couldn't find the right room! The maps and blueprints had been very specific, and also incorrect. Minako was slowly coming to understand the word 'angry'. She wiped her palms against her orange cat suit and tried to figure where they could have moved the room to. Ami was probably already done with her hacking, they'd figured something like altering blueprints would happen, and she was still waiting for her call. Rei should have the explosives set soon and Mako... A gun clicked.

Minako whirled around, surprise openly written across her face. The man was not one of the many who worked here at the palace, and he certainly was not a guard. Well then, we must be meeting one of the famous Gundam Pilots.

"What are you doing here?" Trowa was suspicious at this point. Everyone had cleared out a long time ago. Minako made a split second decision to play dumb. Hey, she was blonde! It'd worked before.

"I work here. Who are you?" Cautious first Minako, then dumb and grateful.

"Why are you still here? Didn't you hear the alarm to evacuate the palace?" Trowa's suspicion, if anything, grew.

"I just got here a week ago, and," Minako let a tear escape, "I- I'm lost." She swallowed. then looked scared. "I don't know how to get out and there are-" she gasped suddenly, feigning one who's just had a revelation. "You! You're one of them! Oh please! Oh please don't kill me!" Crying, Minako congratulated herself on her acting. Trowa was already lowering his gun.

"Just get out of here now, go." Minako made to go and then suddenly did a roundhouse kick, disarming Trowa. Pulling her own gun, she faced the barrel of yet another gun. She smirked. This was not her day, not by a long-shot.

"Work here hun?" Trowa looked amused. Minako smiled back.

"Never asked me what kind of work I do." They both ducked. Shots went wild as Minako raced around a corner for cover, shooting at her target the entire way. A bullet came dangerously close to her head as she tried to reload. Two guns, maybe three, she figured, then I'll have him right where I want him. It took her only two minutes to figure this one out.

CRAP! Baka!-Baka!-Baka! She had run into the gun-crazy pilot! She was dead for sure if someone didn't come to help her out of this hot water. She was already running low on ammunition.


AN: That's all for now! Just let me know what you think, I'm running out of ideas! ^-^ Thanks! ~*~ Terra Rain ~*~