A/N: Hey everyone. It's been a long time since I've posted anything for this story, and I truly apologize. I've been working a lot and had very little time to really do anything in the way of writing. Plus, I've had some major writers block. But I was able to get 2 chapters done. They're a little short, and I am a bit rusty, but I hope you enjoy. As always, I don't own anything except my original characters.
Chapter 10
The three men left the conference room and headed towards the gym on the other side of the residence, all walking in silence. When they left, Marks picked them up and began following them from outside.
'Now where are you going?' Marks wondered to himself.
When the men reached the gym, Mit simply took his uniform jacket off and shoes, so as not to get dirt on the mat. Heero did the same. Mit simply stood across from Heero and got into a fighting position. Heero simply looked at him, then like ligthning, struck.
Quatre stood there in amazement as the two warriors fought. Heero's speed is nearly unmatched even among the Gundam Pilots, but this was astounding even to him. For every strike Heero made, Mit countered, and vice-versa. To him, it was like watching two vipers fighting. Heero swung a hard left hook. Mit blocked, and came back with a right hook, which Heero countered. This amazing spectacle continued for a good ten minutes without either men breaking a sweat or stride. While the fight was going on, there was another spectator that stood in shock. What he didn't realize was that he was being watched as well.
Marks was standing outside in absolute amazement at the speed and stamina of both men, not realizing he had ventured into a more open area with less cover.
"Jesus. This proves it. Mit Rath is an Elite. I have to get this info back to the boss." Marks said to himself.
As Marks turned to leave, he saw a shadow move and before he could do anything, he felt a sharp blow to the back of his head and then darkness. As Marks fell to the ground, the figure stepped from the shadows and looked down at the unconscious man, and simply smirked.
"Pathetic." he said as he picked the body up and walked towards the front door.