The first thing he noticed upon waking was the straps.

As his consciousness cut through the lingering fog in his brain, he could feel thick metal bands pressing his wrists and ankles into the firm surface beneath him. His heartbeat remained slow and his breathing even, but his mind raced, trying to figure out where he was. Ignoring the sound of his shallow heartbeat and breathing, he listened intently, waiting for any sign that he was not alone.

When none came, he slowly opened one bright blue eye, glancing around warily. He was in a small bed, in a padded, door-less room, dressed in nothing more than a flimsy hospital gown, and he was indeed alone.

"You're finally awake... Good."

Though the voice sounded suddenly from overhead, he showed no sign of surprise. Shrugging mentally, he allowed his heartbeat to rise and took a deep breath before tugging on the binds that held him. To his surprise, as soon as he moved, they snapped open with a soft clink and he sat up hesitantly, flexing stiff muscles and looking around warily.

"Hello, 01."

He ignored the voice, old and nasally, that sounded from the ceiling, instead inspecting the room carefully as it continued to speak.

"Do you know who you are?"

Since he didn't know the answer to the question he dismissed it as irrelevant, choosing to continue inspecting the walls for any seams that would indicate an exit.

"Do you know where you are?"

The second question was ignored as well. Instead, he walked back to the hospital bed, the only piece of furniture in the room, and inspected it thoroughly for anything he could use as a tool. The metal bindings had retreated back into the hard mattress and despite his best efforts he could do nothing to unlodge them. Unable to find anything else that would be of any help, he sat on the edge of the cot, his eyes continuing to scan the room. He was in the process of formulating a plan when the section of wall he had been staring at swung open silently and the voice from above asked one more question.

"Do you want to know?"

Without a moment's hesitation, the white-clad figure slipped silently through the open door and out into the hall, moving quickly away from the room that had been his temporary cell.

He moved slowly through the dark halls, searching for any sign of life in what appeared to be a large house. He had yet to find any occupants, or any reason why the owner would have a padded room in the heart of the building, but that wasn't important. He needed to find a way out. He needed an exit, he needed clothes, and he needed a weapon.

He opened a small door and walked into what appeared to be an abandoned bedroom. Every piece of furniture was covered by a grayish-white sheet, and a thin coating of dust lay undisturbed. He walked across to the window and glanced outside, looking down on an expansive lawn from the second story of what appeared to be a brick and steel building.

He made his way back out of the room, heading in the only direction he hadn't yet searched. Moving slowly, he peered around the corner to find a wrought iron staircase descending to massive wooden doors. As he glanced down the large flight of steps, he saw movement, a brief flash of blue, and watched as an armed guard circled the lower landing before making his way up the stairs. As the guard began to turn the corner, a slim hand reached out, quickly snapping the man's neck and lowering him gently to the ground. After a brief glance around, he began to systematically search and strip the dead man, keeping anything important and leaving the rest.

After rifling through the wallet and memorizing the driver's license it contained, the newly christened Heero Yuy straightened the collar of his uniform, checked and hid his gun and strode confidently down the stairs. As he reached the bottom, a second guard appeared to his left, giving him a puzzled look and starting toward him. As the man opened his mouth to speak, Heero closed the gap, twisting his head and letting the man fall to the floor before walking out the door, leaving both men were they had fallen. As he walked calmly down the long drive, he failed to notice the small black camera that spun in his direction and zoomed in to watch his departure from the grounds.

a/n- I realize that this chapter was kind of vague, so if there are any questions, please feel free to ask. And since I didn't feel like doing this at the beginning of the prologue… This was originally posted on a friends account, but I got my computer back, so I can switch it to mine and add the second chapter. Yay…

Disclaimer – Gundam Wing is not mine. Neither is the PS series Hitman, both of which inspired this story.(and now I'm realizing it's a bit Bourne Identity as well)

Pairings will be 1x2, though I haven't decided what to do with the rest of them, so I am open to suggestions as always.