Author's Note: The action continues. For those keeping up, I bet you weren't surprised to see Heero back on his feet. But things are winding down as this chapter will most likely indicate. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language, death, violence

Shocking Experience

Two left. That was all that was left from his impressive twenty, two of which were used on L2, the other eighteen brought to Earth. Now, only two were left for him to use. Two measly little rockets. The threat that he once posed was now nothing more than a shadow.

At least no one else knew about this, yet.

There was only one course of action that Katsaris could think of: escape. But it was more than likely that the Preventers were monitoring every inch of the port. So what could he do to get himself out of this?

What if he used one of the rockets as a distraction? Yes, so concentrated on it he would be able to sneak out. But that left just the use of one more rocket and he could hardly let that one go without use now could he? Might as well go out with a bang, he'd just shoot it at the remainder of the still living bureaucrats. Complete governmental collapse would result, the perfect cover.

Now how was he going to accomplish this? Hmm, well he'd find out which one was the closest one and launch that one into the rest of Sanc, making sure that it would be sent off to its final destination. No one was going to stop him this time.

No one. He'd make sure of that himself.

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Damn it, how the hell did he keep finding the ones that had already been disabled?

Duo was really getting pissed off at this. Not once, sometimes not even twice, he would find a rocket only to see that someone else had already disabled it. Sometimes taking a moment to see where he was, he would figure out that he had already found this one before.

So where the hell were the active rockets? By his count there should only be…two or three of them. Better to assume three. Perhaps he needed to go higher, to an upper floor that he had yet to check out? He hadn't run into few, if any, soldiers so either the others were keeping them occupied or they had killed most of them. Probably both.

Heading up a staircase as fast as he could, he passed floors he had already checked, mentally hitting himself in the head that he hadn't realized this sooner. Well, no use crying over spilt milk; just move on, Duo, move on.

Once on an unexplored floor, he quickly found a hatch that led to the outside and the moment he opened it, he found a rocket, one that he could tell had yet to be disabled. However, he didn't go rushing forward. The sight of seeing two familiar bodies laying beside the rocket caused him to pause. He recognized those bodies…they were the other two Preventer agents, the ones who hadn't taken up Katsaris on his offer.

But what happened to them. They were there, at the goal of the mission and yet…why weren't they moving? Narrowing his eyes, he moved closer to his fallen comrades, barely managing to spy out the forehead of one of the dead agents. Right in the middle was bullet hole from which a trickle of blood leaked out. It was neat…too neat. In fact, he had seen such a wound before on…

He flung himself back into the hatchway leading into the ship's interior just as he heard the sound of a bullet ricocheting off the metal deck. Damn it, there was a sniper! From where he was positioned, he couldn't tell where the sniper was, which was just great. He had to get to that rocket but he couldn't let himself be killed in the process. Damn it, he was so close!

So focused on this new situation that he was barely able to detect the sounds of footsteps approaching him from behind. Barely. But then, barely was all he needed. He spun around, ready to send the sucker on a one way ticket to hell, when he raised the barrel of his weapon to the ceiling at the last moment in surprise.

His violets eyes met up with wide green eyes that belonged to someone very familiar. Nearly snarling, he snapped, "What the hell are you doing here Solo?!"

The blond L2 native swallowed loudly, apparently cowed by this side of Duo that he had yet to see. "I followed Heero here," he began but was interrupted.

"What the hell is Heero doing here?" Duo nearly shrieked, fury almost escaping his control.

"I was waitin' for you and Q ta come back when I saw da dumbass doing someding," Solo hurriedly explained. "I was thinkin' of getting back at him when I saw him taking a lot of guns an' stuff. I followed after him an' he came here. He started dis shit wit da bad guys an' dey shot back at him."

"So that was what was going on," Duo said to himself. It made sense but it didn't completely explain what Solo was doing here now. "What next?"

"I shot him," Solo admitted. "He was talkin' to himself, sayin' he was gonna make ya his. I couldn't let him try an' get away wit it so I shot him. Since I was here, I dot maybe I could help out."

"You know you could have gotten your self killed," Duo replied dryly.

"But I haven't," Solo defended. "I followed ya all da way up here so I could help."

Sighing, Duo shook his head at Solo's actions but then something came up in his mind. There was a sniper out there just waiting to put a bullet in his head and he needed to take care of the rocket. He'd waste too much time finding the sniper then double backing back here.

"Maybe you can help me," Duo began. "But I don't want you to get hurt doing this."

"I can do anyding ya need me ta do," Solo stated, his face determined.

"Alright. There's a sniper out there," Duo said. "Do you think you can find him and take care of him?"

"Do I have to kill him?" Solo asked, his anxiety showing.

"Do what you need to, just make sure he can't shoot me," Duo answered. "There's not much time to waste."

Nodding, Solo said, "I get ya. I'll do wat I can."

"Just make it quick," Duo asked.

Giving Duo a smirk, Solo replied, "Ya got it."

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Quatre felt a sense of dread as he ran out of bullets. This was not good. He was out in the open, not able to get cover, he was out of bullets, and his opponent was coming out, ready to kill him.

So, he did only one thing that he could think of. He dropped his useless gun and crouched into a fighting stance, hoping that his challenge would be accepted.

It seemed as if luck was on his side this time. The bald man tossed his own loaded gun behind him and charged at him. Quatre couldn't help but smile inwardly to himself. In less than a few seconds he was able to read the man and could tell where his weaknesses were. Hey, he hadn't gone through all that training without learning something.

He ducked under the grasping hands and spun a kick into the man's gut. The man grunted but the blow did not have the desired effect.

Ottsman had kept in shape for a long time. He could take anything dished out to him and dish it out right back. He had to admit that this puny blond's kick wasn't too bad. But it wasn't enough. He was bigger than his adversary, thus having a longer reach. It was an advantage he put to use immediately, grabbing the slippery blond and slamming him into the metal wall.

Quatre grunted upon impact but he forced the pain away as he concentrated on this fight. He smashed a palm into Ottsman's elbow, causing one arm to lose its grip but not the other. He felt the sensation of air rushing pass him as he was thrown down the hallway. Reflexes saved him as he twisted his body and landed on his feet.

He didn't get a moment's rest though as Ottsman was charging him again but this time he was better prepared. He used his smaller size to his advantage and slid between Ottsman's legs bringing a knee up to smash into the larger man's tailbone. A grunt of pain was his reward but Quatre was not through quite yet. He swung both hands in a chopping motion, landing both blows into the back of Ottsman's knees. Quatre was back on his feet before Ottsman had finished falling to his knees.

With space permitting, Quatre next delivered a roundhouse kick to Ottsman's head, the bald head banging against the metal wall. Shaking his head, Ottsman spun around and tackled the blond Arabian to the ground and began to shake him, slamming Quatre's head onto the metal floor. Quatre couldn't help but fall into a daze as pain exploded in his skull from each slam.

Without warning, Ottsman stopped and stood up, picking up Quatre like a rag doll as he did so. Moving into an open hatchway, he flung the blond into the room which happened to be the power room, the place where the Siberia's electrical power use was monitored.

Quatre shook his head, trying to straighten his mind out so he could focus. He heard the hard footsteps slowly making their way towards him. When he was sure that Ottsman was only a few feet aware, Quatre launched himself into action. Ottsman caught him easily and threw him up into the ceiling, stepping out of the way as Quatre's small body fell back to the floor, bouncing slightly as he impacted the hard surface. The sounds of objects scattering around him caught the orientation of the disoriented Arabian and caused him to noticed that everything on his person that had been stored in pockets were now scattered about the room like a child's toys.

From the corner of his eye, something shiny caught his eye. The knife…Duo's knife! It might just save your life. Oh how he could just kiss Duo. He'd have to save it for later. He had a terrorist to beat first.

Forcing his body to move, he scrambled to the weapon and made sure that Ottsman didn't see it as he turned back around and launched himself as the hulk. Ottsman spread his legs out and braced himself, ready for whatever Quatre was going to dish out. Instead of going in for a physical blow, Quatre dropped and slide in-between the legs, pulling out the knife as he did so. It two quick slashes, he cut the Achilles' tendon in both feet.

Allowing momentum to work its magic on him, he continued to slide pass Ottsman as he collapsed immediately onto the floor. Try as he might, Ottsman could get himself to stand up anymore. He dragged himself to one of the control panels in the room and used it to haul himself up and leaned against it. He glared at the Arabian, just now catching sight of the knife in Quatre's hands.

Eyes blazing with fury, Ottsman's hand snaked into his combat gear and drew a pistol, whipping it out to shoot the blond. Quatre only had a few seconds to act before he was shot at but he had already begun to move. Recalling old knife-throwing lessons with Trowa, Quatre threw his blade through the air having it impale Ottsman's other hand, which happened to be resting onto the control panel he was leaning against. The metal blade pierced through flesh and bone and continued into the panel, striking the wires and hardware within and conducting the electricity.

Ottsman jerked in reaction but due to the knife couldn't stop the electrical flow going into his body. However, that wasn't the only thing to happen. Just like a domino effect, the surge spread to the rest of the electrical equipment, sparks shooting out from one affected panel to the next.

It all ended when Ottsman fell down to the floor, dead, his hand still attached to the panel. The moment that happened, the lights inside the Siberia shut off. The red glow of emergency lights soon filled Quatre's vision.

Quatre couldn't help but let out a sigh. Well this was just great. It would be harder to see inside now. Catching up with Duo would be much harder now. Well, no use moping about it.

Without a second glance to the corpse, Quatre left to find Duo.