Author's Note: I have decided to update earlier than planned. Now to introduce a plot. Now, can anyone care to take a guess from what movie is the following scene was inspired from? And no, ShadowMajin, you can not guess. If no one can guess what it is, then I will put it in the next disclaimer, of that you can be sure. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: death, minimal violence

The Inspection

It was pouring, on verge of nearly flooding.

And this was a colony of all places. Goes to show how far humans could mess up with an artificial weather system. Then again, it was L2, the crappiest colony of them all. No one would be surprised if the metal structure broke apart one day, it was that crappy.

It was home to some of the poorest and most miserable people in all of humanity. There was no "sophisticated" culture here. In fact, it seemed as if humanity had regressed, going back to a society that barely survived.

But that was not all it was home to. It was also home to some of the deadly manmade weapons ever designed, placed here because the people of Earth didn't want them near by. The fortress it was kept at was the only well-kept place in all of L2. It had to be. However, being located on the edge of one of the residential parts of the L2 cluster made it seem as if it was just planted there with no regard of who had been living there before. It was well guarded, making the prison here look like a drug rehab clinic with revolving doors.

It was to this that a long train of military vehicles approached. The first of the vehicles stopped at the well-armed guard station. One of the soldiers there approached, a clipboard in hand, as one of the car windows lowered to reveal the driver within.

"We're here for the general inspection," the driver stated, the standing soldier looking down at the clipboard for confirmation. However, the driver wasn't finished. "General Keppel will be joining the inspection as well."

The soldier looked up, catching sight of said general in the passenger seat. Hard, crystal blue eyes looked back at him from a battle hardened face. The general simply nodded to the soldier who promptly saluted him before looking back at the chipboard. Looking over the information there, he did find the notice of an inspection team.

Looking back up, he gestured for them to enter. The driver's window rolled up and the vehicle pressed forward, followed by the rest of the entourage. The caravan headed deep into the base, stopping periodically to let some soldiers out from within. The soldiers stole through the base, heedless of the pouring rain. Two of these men headed for an observation tower, the place in which all security was monitored.

They reached the top of the tower, entering the security room there that monitored a good portion of the base. Without arousing suspicion, they inquired about the state of the base. As the security officials began reply, the two men pulled out silenced pistols, shooting all in sight, aiming to kill. Securing the tower, they communicated to their comrades their success.

This process continued without anyone being the wiser as the militants reached the core of the base. Now here would be the tricky part. Their goal was in sight, but there was one last obstacle left to overcome. A group of three took the lead, two random soldiers and General Keppel who peered at everything as if it fascinated him. One of the soldiers approached one of the checkpoint guards who sat behind a bulletproof sheet of plastic.

One soldier reclined on a wall, near an armed guard whose sharp eyes eyed them all suspiciously. Keppel stood in the middle of the hallway, expressionless as the other soldier began to speak to the other guard.

"You mind checking us in?" he inquired, placing a small clipboard in front of the plastic window.

Not seeing anything wrong with the request, the guard opened a small opening at the bottom of the window and reached for the clipboard. But then the soldier grabbed his arm and pulled him roughly against the plastic, shoving his silenced gun into the opening and firing.

The armed guard began to react but was caught off guard as the reclining soldier spun around and plunged a knife into his throat. Once the armed guard was dead, the knife-wielding soldier nodded to the other soldier. Keppel raised a hand and the rest of the militants entered, going silently through the large hallway with utmost speed. Keppel followed after at a more sedate pace.

Then they reached their destination, a large, sealed metal door that led to an even larger refrigerated room loaded with shelves of canisters. On the back wall were two letters painted in yellow that simply stated VX.

Opening the door, the militants secured the perimeter, Keppel trudging in after, eyes shooting from side to side. Stopping in the middle of the room, he gave his orders.

"I want twenty, Colonel," he commanded to a heavy set, bald man. The colonel nodded, Keppel then added, "Move out."

With efficiency, the men carefully loaded the required number of canister, two men carrying each canister with the utmost caution. It wouldn't due to drop one. They all knew the moment any of them didn't respect one, it would kill them without discrimination. Then there would be the General to contend with…

One-by-one, each canister was secured in the vehicles, everything checked repeatedly to make sure that none of the canisters would leak.

With everything finished, they loaded back up in the vehicles and left the base. No one stopped them.

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Once a good distance from the base, Keppel put his hand onto his face then gripped onto his skin and began pulling. He pulled off his face like a mask, which it was. His eyes retained their hardness but his skin now looked weatherworn and less old. He was balding on top but shoulder length hair sprouted from the sides of his head.

Taking out a cell phone, he dialed a number, speaking only one word once he was answered. "Success."