Author's Note: The action continues. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language, death, violence, a lot of juxtaposition

Messenger of Death

Heero paused in his fighting as he glanced up towards the sky. He could see a projectile flying overhead but he didn't give it much thought. It wasn't his problem. What did he care about it?

It wasn't coming in-between him and his Duo. In fact, it was moving away from the scene, as if it was running from him.

Without further hesitation, he returned to his battle.

---

Solo was lurking about the remains of the north sector entrance when he first heard the sound.

Looking up, his mouth fell open as he saw a rocket flying out at an impressive speed, disappearing over the horizon. He felt a sense of horror in his gut and couldn't swallow because his mouth suddenly felt dry.

It was one of those rockets, just like the kind that Duo had stopped on L2. And didn't he say that there was some bad stuff inside of it?

There was no way that this could be good.

---

The command center was frozen in dread the moment someone reported that another rocket had been fired. It wasn't heading for Sanc or the remains of the government building but was heading in a different direction.

Immediately, Une began snapping out orders, desperate to know where the rocket was heading. Even if they did succeed in figuring out where it was going, there was nothing they could do to save the people who would surely be affected by it.

This nightmare was just becoming worse and worse.

It took only a couple of minutes before someone reported that the rocket seemed to be heading for a major city in Europe, a city by the name of Rome to be precise. This could not be happening but according to the computer monitors, it was. By the second, the rocket approached its destination until, finally, the monitors showed that the rocket had detonated.

It was Rome.

---

The day had started peacefully in the modern day ancient city that was Rome. The citizens awoke and began their daily routines, going to work, keeping the home clean, going to church, helping out dumb tourists, eating, playing, and all other sorts of activities.

The city, along with the papal state that also existed within the city, had remained relatively untouched by the past wars, the only disturbance being that of troop movements and such.

However, on this day no one was aware of the messenger of death that was speedily approaching the magnificent city, bearing its terrible cargo. The sound of the missile caused many to stop what they were doing and stare up and point at the fast-moving object. A few notice it begin to dip down, its destination being the middle of the city itself. With no forewarning, the rocket impacted in the middle of a large street causing the nearby pedestrians to be knocked off their feet and sometimes flung away. Windows shattered from the shockwaves and walls trembled while trying to retain their hold on the buildings they were apart of.

A few minutes later, bystanders began to approach the small crater that had been form, pointing and talking rapidly about what had just happened. None of them noticed a hatch on the rocket that was busted open. No one detected the clear vapor that emerged from it. But they did see a few curious citizens suddenly collapse onto the ground without warning. Samaritans went to their aid only to fall victim to the fate that had been bestowed on the fallen, who were gasping for breath by now, bodies beginning to tremble.

A scream of panic started the hysteria but they didn't get far. The VX had already taken hold of them and more people were arriving to see what was going on.

The grim cycle of death had begun and there was no stopping it.

---

Captain Taylor and a group of five men strode through the bowels of the Siberia. At last the General had come to his senses and had ordered for the prisoners to be killed. That was all fine and dandy in Taylor's book. It had been awhile since he had been able to kill somebody.

He was a young officer, a real prodigy that had climbed up the ranks rapidly. To his superiors, he was always disciplined and obedient, never showing his homicidal tendencies until in the midst of combat, where no one would be suspicious. He had been one of the first to jump and get in on Katsaris' scheme the moment he had heard about it. Now that he knew about the payment he would receive in exchange for his services, he couldn't be more pleased at his choice in profession.

Approaching the brig, he frowned when he saw nobody around. Shouldn't there be some guards here watching the prisoners?

Marching into the brig, he stopped immediately. Before him laid the bodies of the guards who should have been still alive, keeping watch on their guests. This was bad, real bad.

The General needed to know about this.

---

"Target has been hit," Colonel Thurston intoned, looking up eagerly at the General.

Katsaris simply nodded. Glancing out at the window, observing the fighting outside, trying to determine what to do next. It had degenerated into a battlefield out there and Katsaris couldn't help but feel irritated. This wasn't how things should be. There should have been nothing happening. The deadline was set for tomorrow! Well, it seemed as if he would have to take more action now. But what to do?

General! We have a problem! The prisoners have escaped!

Snatching his communicator up, he bellowed into it, "What do you mean they escaped!?"

They're not here, General Sir. We came down to execute them, just as you ordered but they're gone!

Katsaris growled. As if he didn't need another complication. Now he had no choice. That team was mostly likely going to go and try to disable to the rockets. There was only one thing he could do.

"Pull the men back. Have them guard the rockets with their lives. We're launching them."

"How many?" Thurston asked.

"All of them," Katsaris answered. "Get the rockets prepped for launch and be prepared to evacuate. We may not have the money but we can't let those idiots in the government think we won't make good on the entire threat."

"Yes, Sir," Thurston said, saluting Katsaris before issuing the orders out.

Katsaris returned his attention back to battle outside. There was a lull in the fighting, now was the perfect time to pull back and reorganize the men.

---

There was that asshole, the idiot who was stupid enough to try and take on a threat of this magnitude. Solo couldn't help but feel infuriated at what Heero was doing. Was he doing this so he could get a chance with Duo? Was his dick really that important to him?

This couldn't go on. If he heard about what was going on correctly, then the Savior of the World was responsible for killing off an entire city. He needed to be stopped before anyone else was killed.

And he was the only one in a good position to do just that.

Using a crate to steady himself, he aimed his loaded pistol at the Perfect Soldier, waiting for just the right moment before he pulled the trigger.