Author's Note: Here marks the beginning of a long action scene…

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: language, violence

What Solo Does Best

"Shit's going down."

Those were the first words spoken to Septum that morning as he entered the Oval Office to be greeted by Xavien's weapons. It had been the short one, Rex, who had peeped up and the General could only stare at the boy in confusion.

"What the hell is that suppose to mean?" he growled.

It was the taller one, Brett, who answered him. "A large crowd of people suddenly showed up and started throwing shit at your men."

"Probably Keppel and his awesome army," Septum groused.

"No, it was normal people," Brett stated, surprising the General. "They were throwing rocks and bottles, so our guys shot back at them. Then they started shooting back and it turned into a mess."

"Damn Second Amendment," Septum grumbled. "So what's the status now?"

"We won," Rex said blithefully.

When nothing else was forthcoming, Septum said, "So…?"

"We kicked their asses," Rex shrugged. "Bunch of dead people though."

"And where were you this whole time?" Septum questioned, a tic developing in his eye.

"Waiting for you," Brett answered unconcerned.

"Waiting…" Septum gasped out before he blew up. "Why the hell weren't you two out there?!"

"We were ordered to follow you around and help you take over," Brett said bluntly. "We weren't told to do anything about crap like this. Besides, you didn't order us either so we decided it was none of our business."

"None of your…of course it's your business!" Septum thundered. "If I get ousted, what the hell do you think is going to happen to you?!"

"Never thought of that," Rex replied.

"Well you better start soon," Septum snarled, "or else it's going to be all our asses on the fire! It's not going to be me who's strung up should they get in here!"

"Then why don't you do something useful and declare martial law?" Brett retorted. "You're in charge now, ain't'cha? You want people to obey you, you're gonna have to make them."

"Smart ass," Septum growled back, not wanting to concede that the little shit had a point. "Get Copy Chris in here," he ordered. "I want to get this so-called rebellion under control first, make an example of those who dare oppose me."

"You're the boss," Rex shrugged, not even moving from the chair behind the Resolute Desk.

---

"I don't know whether to be surprised that we had people attack the capital or the fact that Septum's men shot back at them," Keppel sighed, his old age beginning to show. Beyond the tent in which he was situated, the darkness of the night was slowly being chased away by the dim light of dawn.

"This is what you wanted, correct?" Zechs pointed out.

"Be careful with what you wish for," Keppel mumbled. "Apparently this country does have some nutjobs willing to do something."

"I don't think it's polite that you call them nutjobs," Noin said. "We need all the help we can get and can't afford to alienate people."

"Point, but do we really want all the extremists doing the work?" Keppel asked. "Septum is an extremist and nothing good can ever come from extremists in power. I was hoping that more moderates would respond and help take up the fight."

"Then we'll have to make do with what we have," Noin said.

"In the meantime, we're going to have to do something about Septum before he becomes further entrenched," Zechs picked up, gesturing to a map lit up only by the dullness of the dawn sunlight.

"Of course," Keppel sighed. "So what does the wise Trieze Khushrenada report from behind enemy lines?"

"I don't think now's a good time to be picking at Colonel Khushrenada," Noin stated. "But so far, everything is quiet on his end."

"So either that means something is going on that Septum's trying to keep under wraps or there really is nothing going on," Zechs continued.

"A sign of arrogance, stupidity, or a strategy to lull us into a state of confidence," Keppel defined. "I know this is probably a bad decision, but perhaps we ought to take the chance and try and put an end to this."

Both the Lieutenants frowned at the General. "That would be what Septum would be looking for," Zechs stated.

"That's where Khushrenada comes in," Keppel replied. "He'll tell us the best point of entry for us and what to avoid. He is able to provide us with that information, correct?"

---

Howard needed to get out of the house and away from the innocent looks that the children were giving him, asking what was the matter and was he feeling bad? Knowing what he was a part of, Howard couldn't take the attention and needed to get out of there.

So, stumbling out in the yard with a nearly empty bottle of gin in one hand, he headed towards the garage. At least there he could get some privacy and get away from those naïve faces, faces that he couldn't bear to be around at the moment. He knew he was risking his house becoming a disaster zone but anything to give himself some sort of peace of mind.

Entering the garage, he stopped dead in his tracks, wondering why he felt something was wrong with this picture. Something was missing, he was sure of it. The tools were still where they were, everything else was still in their places, so what could possibly be wrong?

Then it hit him.

"Who took my fucking truck?!"

---

He was an indestructible, property damaging, nearly fearless, and completely reckless weapon created for the sole purpose of destroying things yet Solo had found something that really made him doubt that his invincibility was perfect.

Hilde was driving.

Badly.

Now, Solo had been thrown through buildings, thrown out of a moving pickup, burned with acid, pummeled until he was a wall ornament, but sitting in the passenger seat while Hilde was driving really took the cake.

"Watch the curve!" he shouted as the girl made a sharp turn, nearly slamming the side of Howard's stolen truck into another car but barely grazing the side of it.

"I know what I'm doing," Hilde shot back. "Stop side seat driving!"

Eyes nearly bulging out of their sockets as he eyed the speedometer that showed them going at ninety miles per hour, he shouted, "Slow the fuck down before you get us killed!"

He really didn't think he'd survive the wreck…

"Nothing's going to happen," Hilde said breezily. "I'm in complete control."

Then again, maybe he ought to take his chances jumping out now…

"Tree, tree, TREE!" he nearly shrieked as Hilde turned her attention away from the road towards the little dials that controlled the radio, the truck slowly starting to go off the road.

Overcorrecting the truck, which took about a few minutes as Hilde lost control and was swerving from side to side, Hilde was back on the road and Solo was really doubting that this was a good idea. Why'd he have to believe her when she said she was a pro at this?

"Stop the fucking car!" he yelled.

"Why?" Hilde asked him, looking straight at him and not the road as she was suppose to.

"What are you doing?!" Solo cried. "Don't look at me! Look that way!"

"Why're you being such a mood killer?" Hilde groused.

"I want to go kick some guys' asses while I'm livin'," Solo snapped. "I don't want ta show up dead. What good will it be then?"

"Details, details," Hilde said, dismissing him. "Stop being a pussy already. I'm not going to get in a wreck. Just relax and let the pro handle—"

Flashing lights and a siren cut her off unexpectedly. Jerking her head up, she glanced at her rearview mirror to see that she was being tailed by a cop car. Since there was no one else on the road, he could be only after her…

Seeing her eyes narrow, Solo briefly saw his life flash before his eyes for some reason. The fact that it literally was brief was a bit worrying…

When she suddenly said, "Buckle up," Solo knew what she was about to do.

"SSSHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT!"

---

Markus Troy's compound stretched over several acres of land, the whole area surrounded by one long, square building that cornered off a wide empty piece of land that held several buildings that had multiple stories. There was only one entrance to the place and much to the posted guard's annoyance, his station was on the wrong side.

In short, whenever a vehicle stopped in front of him, he would be standing by the passenger side instead of the driver's, a fact that made the guard think Troy himself came from England. Only those morons would have his post on the wrong side…

The only reasons why these thoughts were on his mind was because a truck had driven up and he was facing the passenger side of it. That aside, his suspicions were raised as he eyed the automobile. The tin can was a dented hunk of junk and no one working for Troy owned something like this.

So, unkindly, he pounded on the passenger side, cracking the window as he demanded, "Open up! What's your business here?"

The newly cracked window rolled down slowly, revealing a blond teen and a short girl in the driver's seat, the girl throwing him an apologetic smile. He had never seen these two before and he clicked the safety off his submachine gun.

"We're here to see Mr. Troy," the girl said sheepishly. "Do you think you could let us in?"

"And why do you need to see Troy?" the guard mocked, bringing his weapon into view. "Troy doesn't bother with little shits like you driving pieces of shit like this. Why don't you turn your asses around and get out of here?"

"Tried it your way," the blond teen suddenly spoke up, speaking to the girl. "Now we do things my way."

Before the guard could do anything, the teen's hand shot out and grabbed him by his face, the man's vision covered by a rough and calloused palm. He didn't get the chance to try to shoot his attacker as he was dragged right halfway through the open window and his neck promptly snapped.

Solo didn't even make a sound as he shoved the dead man's body out, his head literally on backwards. He ignored the sick look Hilde was giving him as he got out of the truck, purposely stepping on the guard's gun and crushing it in half under his heel.

Closing the door behind him, he peeked his head back in through the window and said, "You stay right in here. Don't even think 'bout gettin' out of the truck, 'kay?"

"Why?" Hilde managed to ask, her voice cracking. Never before had she seen a person killed, at least in this brutal manner before.

Not getting what she was trying to ask, he replied, "You're more dangerous behind the wheel. It'll make these assholes think twice."

"Hey, what's that suppose to mean?!" the girl demanded, shoving the thought of the dead guard aside momentarily.

"What do you think?" Solo retorted as he stepped before the closed gate in front of them. Without a moment's hesitation, he pried his fingers into the metal gate and without breaking a sweat, he pulled them open.

Ignoring the shocked stare Hilde was throwing at him, he leisurely walked through the now broken gate, cracking his knuckles in the anticipation of near-future violence. Much to his sadistic pleasure, he didn't have to wait long.

"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?" a man demanded of him, coming from his right. The guy wasn't armed and he didn't look dangerous in any form so Solo wasn't worried in the slightest.

"I'm looking for Markus Troy, ya know where he is?" he asked pleasantly, not looking at the guy.

"Why don't you get out of here before something bad happens to you?" the guy suggested.

Without a thought, Solo grabbed the man by the front of his shirt and lifted him up so that he was eye to with him. "Gonna ask ya one more time, where's Markus Troy?" he asked, now revealing any of his malevolent intentions.

"Blow me," the guy growled, not in the least intimidated.

"You're loss," the blond shrugged before he threw the man through the air. The man screamed at his suddenly flight, something that was stopped prematurely as his body slammed through a window on one of the top floors of the one the many storied buildings.

That oughtta get their attention, Solo thought to himself as he balled his fists but let his arms dangle at his sides.

Indeed it got their attention, but being used to the professionalism of XAI, Solo had to admit that these guys reaction time was pathetic. He had been standing there for a few good minutes, wasted time that could have been better spent beating the shit out of these assholes.

It pissed him off that they kept him waiting so when he caught sight of the first armed asshole, he launched himself at the soon-to-be statistic and sent the man flying away in the air with a single punch to his sternum, the bones caving in beneath the blond's fist.

He didn't know if he had some sort of audience to that move but suddenly he had gunfire aimed at him. However, the bullets were missing by a mile and he could only stare incredulously as bullets thumped the ground all around him. Looking up at the growing crowd of armed men, he barely took a step towards them when the first bullet struck him. Like all the other times before, he was unaffected by it thus he continued strolling over to them, each step he took making the men more crazed and panicky.

And then the blond was close enough to them that the bullets began to ricochet off him and back into the gun-crazies who began screaming and crying out in pain as their own shots mowed them down.

Then he pounced on them, a bloodthirsty grin splitting his face. His feet landed on two heads, crushing them like melons as blood and brains splattered out of them. He leapt into a man's chest and flattened him onto the group, bones giving way underneath him as he pushed himself back up and spun around to land a fist into another man's cheek, the man's neck snapping to a ninety degree angle instantly.

Whirling counterclockwise on one foot, he swung his other leg into one man's knee, his leg continuing in its course that ended up severing both of the man's legs and impacting into another's man knee, shattering the joint. Grabbing the newly injured man by his unbroken leg, the blond wielded like a club as he smashed him into one of his buddies and then swung him back into another, sending this latest victim flying away like a baseball.

Dropping his human bat, he whirled around and punched his fist straight though a person's gut and threw a chop that sliced off another's head. In no time at all, he was surrounded by a field of dead bodies, each one more mangled than the one before but leaving the blond more and more dissatisfied.

He had been hoping for some sort of challenge but this was getting to be ridiculous. These guys were just so breakable that it wasn't funny! He was going to give that Troy asshole a piece of his mind about this.

That is, if he could find him first…

...that will be continued in the next chapter. Just set up this time around but hey, you can't rush these things. Besides, I about to start writting another action chapter so the next update shouldn't be too far away but don't quote me on that.