Alpha Iota

Disclaimer: Ok, again I don't own Gundam Wing or any of the copyrighted materials. I also don't have any money, so don't bother trying to sue, cos' you wont get a penny.

Neema Heishiro is a character of my own creation. If you want to use her, please ask first. Also if I see her in another fic, there will be hell to pay. ^_^ Now, enjoy Chapter 2.


Chapter 2


The tall, brawny man turned away from the two strangers and walked towards a closed door. He glanced back at them, a look of suspicion on his face. Grabbing the handle he hastily opened the door, entered the room and closed the door after him.
Inside the room, the black haired man looked at the only other occupant.
"There's two men to see you, miss."
The young woman looked up from her work, a frown on her face.
"What do they want?" She asked, a disapproving tone in her voice.
The older man looked at the floor. "I don't know. They wouldn't say."
The woman dropped the papers she had in her hand onto the desk. "Oh, great. Well done." She said as she passed the man.
She left the room, glanced up at the two young men waiting at the entrance, and swiftly walked over to them.
She stood in front of them, one hand on her hip.
"Neema Heishiro?" The brown haired one asked.
"Yes. And you are?"
"Trowa Barton. This is Quatre Winner." He said, motioning to his associate.
Quatre offered his hand in greeting, which Neema promptly ignored, directing her attention at Trowa.
"What do you want?"
Trowa looked directly into Neema's eyes. "We were told you could give us some information."
Neema looked back into Trowa's eyes for several moments. She turned away from them.
"I can tell you about this gym, about martial arts, but that's about it. I don't get a chance to go out much."
Trowa stepped forward slightly. "That's not what I heard."
Neema spun round, one eyebrow raised. "And what did you hear, Mr. Barton?"
"I heard you can give us some information on the recent attacks on the neighbouring Provinces."
Neema frowned, turned on her heel and entered the room she had come out of. The door was left open as the black haired man who had acted as messenger left. He pointed at the room he had just exited, and the two visitors walked in.
Neema was sat at a desk, her legs crossed as she looked up at Trowa and Quatre.
Quatre walked in first and stood in the middle of the room, while Trowa stood off to one side.
"So, who told you that?" She asked, resting her chin on one hand.
"That's not important. Have you got the information or not?" Trowa crossed his arms.
"Depends on what exactly you want to know, and what you're going to give me for it."
Quatre laughed at her reply. "That's so mercenary."
"You get nothing for free in this world." She replied, scowling at him.
Trowa looked over at Quatre before continuing.
"We want to know about the Gundam, and we'll pay you with a substantial amount of money."
Neema raised both eyebrows in surprise. She stood up and walked up to Trowa.
"Who are you? That Gundam has been kept from the public. How did you find out about it?"
Quatre moved back a step. "Are you... working with it and the pilot?"
The silvery haired woman looked at the blonde haired man. She laughed.
"No, Mr. Winner. I am not. I merely know that the public is unaware of the Gundam."
Neema frowned and stepped closer to Quatre. "I know you, don't I? You're that squirt of a leader, this Province decided to elect."
Quatre drew back, a little shocked at her words.
"I'm sorry. I'm not from around here, and I don't really keep up with political affairs." She said apologetically.
Trowa stepped in-between Quatre and Neema.
"Can you give us the information or not?"
Neema turned away from them and crossed her arms. She looked down at the floor, thinking.
Her head snapped up again.
"Ok. All the information on the Gundam is on my desk. But, I don't want money for repayment." She turned around, a glint in her eye.
"I want in on this little operation of yours. I want the information you get, you can have the info I get."
Trowa shook his head. How could he trust this woman, he didn't know her. Yet she seemed fairly willing to co-operate.
"I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Don't worry, I wont get in your way. I work alone." She moved to the desk, piled the papers together and passed them to Trowa.
"Deal?"
Trowa took the large pile of paper, and staring at it intently, nodded slightly.
Quatre looked from Neema to Trowa and back again. He was slightly confused. Trowa must trust this silver haired, silver-eyed woman to accept an offer like that. The blonde-haired Arab walked out the room in deep thought.
Trowa noticed Quatre leaving and looked at him in mild concern.
"How will we be able to contact each other?" He asked.
"Just leave a message here. I'll get back to you at the earliest opportunity."
She sat back at her desk.
"Now if you don't mind, I have work to do."

* * *

Duo Maxwell brushed down his purely black outfit before walking out the hatch. His long brown braid bobbed after him as he happily greeted the staff working at the airport. The day was another hot one, and Duo was starting to regret that he was wearing his usual colour. There was no improvement when he got outside. There was little breeze, which made the air stuffy.
He stood by the edge of the road, looking at the passing traffic. A large white car pulled up in front of Duo. The back door opened and Duo got in.
The inside of the car was quite luxurious. White leather upholstery, in-car T.V, air-conditioning. Duo sat back and relaxed. He was the only passenger in the car, which seemed a bit odd to the American. He thought that Quatre would have met him, at least. He shrugged it off.
Suddenly the screen in front of him flickered and Quatre's face appeared on it.
"Hello, Duo." He had a wide grin on his face.
"Hi there, Quatre." Duo greeted him, sitting forward in the seat.
"I'm sorry I couldn't be there to meet you, but I've been so busy these past few days, I just couldn't spare the time."
Duo held up his hands. "No problem, Q-Man. I like the space I've got in here anyway."
Quatre laughed. "Glad to see you haven't changed."
Duo smiled in return. "So, what's going on?"
Quatre looked down and sighed. "I think it would be better if we waited until you get here."
"That bad, huh?" Duo said, his voice losing a little of it's joviality. "Ok, then, Q-Man. See you in a bit."
The Arab looked back up again and smiled. "See you." He gave a little wave and the screen went blank.
The American sat back again and looked out of the window. Quatre didn't get like this unless there was something seriously wrong. He had been told about the attacks, but nothing else. How dire was the situation? A long sigh passed his lips, as outside the car the stone coloured buildings dissipated. Soon, the tree-lined road was the only thing of consequence to look at.
The car began to slow down as it reached two large, heavy, iron gates. As they neared, the two gates opened with an electronic whir and the car continued through.
From the gates, a long drive extended forwards to a large ancient building. The car pulled up outside the front door.
Duo stepped out of the car, and stood in awe at the beautiful building. He slowly walked up the steps leading to the ornate front door. He was about knock on it, but the door was opened before he got a chance.
An old man stood within, a dour expression on his worn face. "Please come in, sir."
Duo walked in, patted the old man on the shoulder and continued past him.
Inside was even more impressive than the exterior. Two winding staircases lined the two side walls, joining in the centre to form a balcony. Antique paintings hung on the walls, and a soft cushiony carpet covered the floor.
Duo was ushered into a side room. He sat down in a brown leather armchair, and was told to wait there.
Tapping his fingers on the arms of the chair, the American looked around the room. It was a study of sorts. A good-sized oak desk and matching chair had been placed along the left wall. Several armchairs, the same as the one Duo sat in, were dotted around the room. A bar stood alone in the corner. Along the right hand wall, was a bookcase, packed with books of all kinds. New, antique, fiction and non-fiction, they were all there.
The door at the back of the room opened slowly, and in stepped Quatre and Trowa.
Duo stood up, and greeted his two friends.
"Hey, good to see ya. Nice place ya got here Q-man." He said, motioning to the rest of the room and building.
Quatre smiled. "Thank you."
He and Trowa moved to two of the chairs and sat down, Duo following their lead.
"So, what's really going on?" The American asked.
Quatre looked over at Trowa who was looking out the window. The blonde haired man swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I should have told you more in our first conversation, but I wasn't sure the line was safe." He turned around, and reaching over the back of the chair, picked up a pile of papers. He handed them to Duo.
"Have a look through these. They'll explain better than I can."
Duo looked through the various pieces of paper and photos. He stopped when one photograph caught his eye. He frowned. "Is this a Gundam?"
"Yes." Was Quatre's only answer. The American looked confused.
Quatre sighed. "That's the Mecha that has been attacking the neighbouring Provinces. All that information that is in your hand was given to us by an outside source. We haven't been able to get anything out of the Provinces' governments." He brushed a strand of hair out of his face. "Duo, we haven't been able to contact Heero or Wufei. It's still a possibility that one of them is that Gundam's pilot."
Duo stood up with anger flaring in his eyes. "What?! That's absurd!" He turned around, walking up to the window. "No way! I don't believe it."
His usual smiling face was creased with confusion and concern. He turned around to face the Arab and Latino.
"I don't understand." He began to pace the room.
For long moments, no one spoke.
"I'll find them myself." The American chirped up, turning to Quatre and Trowa in resolution.
Quatre stood up and walked to his friend. "No, Duo." He said, shaking his head. "We've got to concentrate on finding a weak point in the Gundam and it's strategy. I've got someone working on finding out who that pilot is." His large blue eyes looked into Duo's. The American sighed.
"Ok." It was barely a whisper.

* * *

Duo sat in his room, leaning back in a stiff leather chair, arms behind his head, legs propped up on a table. He stared into the mirror opposite him, thinking deeply. Why did Quatre and Trowa think those things of Wufei and Heero? Could it be that their two missing friends had turned against them? He refused to believe it. He knew that The Arab and Latino didn't want to either. Maybe they were being a little more realistic than he was.
The American looked his reflection in the eye. 'Come on Duo. Be serious. These things happen. It's a fact of life. Learn to live with it.'
Now that he had mentally scolded himself, he turned away from the mirror and looked out the open window that was letting a breeze blow through the room. He blinked several times and then jumped back out of the chair. He had been looking at two silver, unblinking eyes. Staring at the figure crouched on the windowsill, he managed to say.
"Who are you?"
The figure said nothing, it just dropped from the window sill onto the plush carpet. Duo saw long, silvery black hair sway behind the figure. Now that it had moved into the light he could see that it was a woman. He smiled timidly.
"Sorry about that, I don't usually get strange women dropping into my room, especially through the window."
She glared up at him.
"Shut up, fool."
Duo was slightly taken back by this unexpected response.
"Now hang on a sec..."
His outburst was silenced by a hand gripping his collar and pushing the material up into his chin.
"I said shut up. Now, tell me. Where is Trowa Barton?" Her face was close to his, their noses almost touching.
He blinked several times before answering, a look of impatience flickering in the woman's eyes.
"In his room, I guess."
"And where is that?" She hissed at him.
"Why do you want to see him so urgently?" He said, his suspicion finally showing in his voice.
"That is none of your business, American."
Duo raised an eyebrow. "Oh really? Well, how are you going to find him, without attracting too much attention, without my help?"
She threw the braided man onto the floor in annoyance.
"Quite easily actually. But it would save a lot of hassle if you would co-operate. Don't worry, little man, I wont hurt your friend. We have an agreement." She folded her gloved arms and hands across her chest, looking Duo in the eyes.
The American picked himself up off the floor, dusting himself down a little.
He frowned at the woman still looking dubious.
"Well, ok. But one false move and I'll have to hurt you... bad." He said leering at her, although he was partially joking.
The woman covered her face with one of her gloved hands, obviously attempting to hide a smile.
Duo sighed. He motioned to the door and the woman walked to it in two graceful steps. Opening it, she peered out into the long corridor. Now that Duo was behind her, he noticed something that was strapped to her back.
"What's this?" He asked reaching out to touch what looked like metal. The woman spun round and slapped his hand away.
"Don't touch that." She growled at him. Her eyes narrowed. Duo backed up two steps.
"Ok, ok. I was only curious." His eyes were open wide, giving him a very innocent expression.
It was the woman's turn to sigh. As she turned back to look out into the corridor again, she whispered to him. "Curiosity killed the cat, or in this case, the American."
She looked down the right and then the left, watching for a sign of the presence of anyone else. Duo rolled his eyes and walked to the door. Pulling it wide open, he stepped out.
"Look, as long as you're with me, nobody's going to question you. Ok?"
The woman followed Duo out of the room, hesitantly, still not sure of the American's intentions. She did not respond to his statement, preferring to stay alert for any sign of danger, rather than partake in meaningless conversation.
As his braid swayed behind him, the young man whistled a little tune. He stepped around a corner and walked up to the second door on the right. Knocking on it lightly, he waited for a response. He felt, rather than heard or saw the woman's presence beside him. She was quite an enigma.
After several moments, the door opened slowly, and a just awakened Trowa stood in front of Duo.
"Hey there, pal. I brought someone to see you." He pointed a thumb at the woman beside him.
Trowa's eyes followed the action. "Neema?" He asked, echoes of sleep still in his voice.
The woman nodded. "I have some more information for you. Although, I'm sorry to awaken you, I thought you might want this particular data quite urgently."
Trowa nodded and then turned to go back into his room.
Neema walked in after him, followed by a slightly bewildered Duo.
Quatre was sitting on the windowsill looking out at the starry night. He turned when Trowa re-entered the room. He smiled at Neema as she walked in. Although he did have his doubts about her at first, she had proved herself to be a reliable source of information, and now he trusted her.
She bowed to him. "Master Quatre." She said in greeting.
Duo raised an eyebrow at this, but wisely kept his mouth shut. The Arab noticed his jovial friend's expression and stood up.
"Sorry, Duo. We haven't introduced you two yet. Duo, this is Neema Heishiro, our outside source. Neema, this is Duo Maxwell, an ex-Gundam pilot and a dear friend of ours."
She turned to look at the American, bowing slightly. "I am sorry about how I treated you, American, but it was urgent that I deliver this information, and you weren't being too co-operative." She said the last part with a slight smile on her face.
Now that she was in full light, Duo could see the odd clothes Neema was wearing. Metal and leather boots clad her legs up to her thighs. The gloves that went past her elbows were made of the same material. A black leather sleeveless tunic-type top, covered her upper torso. A leather belt wrapped around her waist and he could see the pointed metal that was tucked into the belt. Below the belt, a leather wrap covered her down to just above the top of the boots. The leather wasn't plain, but ornately decorated in leather patterns, with some Japanese symbols decorating it. The metal that was strapped to her back, he could see now was a sheath for a sword, most likely a katana, from the shape and design.
Duo was pulled from his thoughts when Quatre spoke.
"What is this information, that is so urgent?"
Neema pulled an object from her belt. It was a small black box, with a few buttons on the side. ' A Dictaphone?' Duo thought.
Neema held the object by her side. "I had been following the Gundam for several hours, I thought maybe it was returning to its base. But that wasn't so. It encountered a small town on your eastern border. The people of the town were running around in blind panic. Before the Gundam released it's homing missiles on the town, the pilot spoke."
The three former pilots looked at each other.
"I can safely say that your two friends are not the pilot of that Gundam."
Trowa looked at Neema. "Why?"
"Because." She pressed a button on the Dictaphone. "The pilot is a woman."
The voice that echoed around the bedroom was most definitely female. Although they couldn't make out what the woman was saying, they knew by the tone that she was angry, even outraged.
"Who is this woman? What does she want? And more importantly. How the heck did she get her hands on a Gundam?"
The Arab and Latino men looked at the American as he asked the questions. The Japanese woman continued to listen to the recording of the pilot's voice.
As the recording stopped she looked up from her thoughts. "I can't answer those questions right now, but, by the Gods, I'll find out."
She returned the Dictaphone to her belt and moved to the window, staring out into the blackness.
"Are you going now?" Quatre asked.
She nodded and opened the window.
"Out the window?" She could almost see the expression on Duo's face as he said those words.
Hopping up onto the sill, she looked behind her.
"I will get some answers." With that, she leapt out of the window, silently.
"You already have answered one of the most important questions." Quatre whispered.
Trowa moved to his side, placing an arm around the petite Arab's shoulders.
Duo rushed to the window, to see a shadow flit into the trees at the edge of Quatre's estate.
"Hmm... some woman." He muttered.
He looked back at his two friends and, noticing Quatre's mood, turned to leave.
"We'll deal with this in the morning. After we all get some sleep." He yawned loudly as he left the room, leaving Quatre and Trowa staring at a closed door.
Trowa looked down at the Arab. "Get some sleep, little one. I think we all need it."
Quatre nodded and they both returned to bed.

* * *

Neema sat against the trunk of a large oak tree. She looked up at the stars. They glinted in the night sky, almost as if they were winking at her. She smiled slightly. Standing up, she moved away from the tree. Breaking into a light jog, she made her way down to the river that made its way through this valley. She splashed noisily through the water, not worrying whether anyone was around at this time. She swam with ease to the other side of the river. It had taken her an hour to reach the border of this Province from Quatre's estate, she had wanted to get more information on the Gundam, but it looked like that wasn't going to happen.
Every time she followed it, the pilot seemed to evade her before she could see the location of the base. That was, if they were working from a base.
Neema pulled herself out of the water, and let herself drip dry before continuing on.
She neared a spinney of trees, and stopped. Was that a snapping noise she had heard? She listened for a little while longer. Nothing. Her ears were playing tricks on her.
She moved towards the trees, more slowly and stealthily now. She had to be sure that the sound that she had heard moments before, was not caused by anything human.
As she reached the first tree, she paused. Now she could here something, although what it was, she was unsure. Moving around to the right side of the thick trunked tree, she tried to define what it was she was hearing. It sounded a little like footsteps, and then another noise. Heavy breathing?
She tensed. What was someone doing out here at this time of night? She loosened the straps at her back, making it easier for her to unsheathe her katana. She moved, in a crouch, past several towering trees, before stopping again. The noises had ceased.
All her senses were acutely alert now. Had this person detected her? Her right side was protected by a tree, so she concentrated on her left side. She began to scan the foliage in that direction. Still nothing. The silver-eyed woman was beginning to get annoyed. Was she loosing her edge? Normally, she would have found and disposed of this nuisance by now.
From the corner of her eye she saw the silvery moonlight glint off some form of metal. She ducked and rolled backwards as an object whistled past her face.
'Damn, that was too close.'
Quickly reaching behind her, she pulled the katana from its sheath and held it before her, guarding her face. She had already moved several feet back from her last position by the tree. She thought this would give her time to assess the situation.
Looking up at where she had been crouching, she saw a gold handled dagger protruding from the tree. Whoever had thrown it, had an excellent aim. If she hadn't of been so quick, she would be dead now.
She looked to her extreme left, once again scanning the foliage. Not even a rustle of a bush.
She decided to make her move. Leaping up from her crouched position, she ran from tree to tree, trying not to expose herself too much.
Nothing moved.
A low whistling sound echoed behind her, causing a thought to flash through her mind. 'He managed to sneak up behind me? How...'
She brought her katana up as she turned to face her enemy. A clang of metal resounded around the spinney as two swords connected.
Neema was forced to her knees at the pure force of the impact. She clenched her teeth together as she tried to win the battle of strength. Knowing that it was futile, she rolled away from her opponent, the two blades sliding along each other.
As she stood, she finally got to see her adversary's face. Their eyes locked.
A sneer erupted from the man that stood before her. "A woman." He turned away from her.
Neema felt the blood rushing to her face. "Don't insult me by turning your back, ignorant dog."
He continued, ignoring her.
"Fight me. Or are you honourless?" The code of honour Neema followed had been upheld by her ancestors for hundreds of years, she was not about to forget it.
Her outburst had caught the man's attention. He had stopped walking away from her, and was turning around.
The look on his face had told her all she needed to know. She had hit a nerve.
"What do you know about honour, woman?" He spat at her.
Neema's eyes narrowed. "More than you do. Your little act is so pathetic."
She could see the black haired man was restraining his anger. He brought his sword up, pointing it in her direction.
"If you want to die, woman, then so be it."
Neema smiled slightly. "It is not I that will die."
The man lunged at her torso, which she easily deflected, moving to his side and slashing at his head. He dodged her blade, swinging his own, but he was slightly off balance and only caught her leather tunic.
"Damn it." She cursed under her breath.
She rolled away from him, and pushing her katana forward and up, she aimed at his lower leg. The black haired man jumped over the blade, flipping in mid air and aiming his landing at her back. Instead of moving forward, she strafed to the left, swinging her katana in an upward arc. This caught him off guard and the blade cut into his upper right arm, drawing blood. He stepped backward, cursing.
"What is your name, woman?" He said, looking down at the injury she had caused.
Brushing some loose strands of hair out of her face, she breathed the words, "Neema Heishiro. And yours?"
He looked up at her, a little of the anger was gone from his eyes.
"Chang Wufei."
Neema stepped away from him, which caused him to raise an eyebrow.
She looked at his build. Muscular, but not very tall. His hair slicked back into an almost painful looking ponytail. Those black eyes. Why hadn't she seen it before? She could have very nearly killed this man.
She laughed a little at herself.
"Chang Wufei? Disappeared almost five years ago. Your friends have been searching for you for about a week now and I find you out here. How ironic."
Wufei frowned at her.
"What are you talking about? How do you know me?" He now stood with his arms crossed, the sword back in its sheath. He obviously thought of her as no threat.
"I was hired by your friends to collate information on the recent attacks and the Gundam. They were trying to contact all five of the Gundam pilots. Only you and Heero Yuy were unobtainable. They feared that the Gundam was being piloted by one of you." She stood to her full height and replaced her Katana back in its sheath on her back.
Chang Wufei looked away from Neema, thinking. He looked to the night sky as did Neema. But what she saw there made her gasp. Wufei's forehead creased into a frown.
"I suggest a strategic retreat." Neema said, backing away from the edge of the spinney.
Wufei looked at the sky without moving, his arms still crossed.
Neema glanced back up to the stars. A blue trail streaked across the sky, a dark mass blocking out some of the constellations.
She glared at Wufei, angry at his stubbornness.
"Chang, move your ass, now!"
He turned his head towards her. "Don't order me around, woman."
She turned away from him and hurriedly moved towards the centre of the spinney. 'Damn fool.' She thought. 'That thing is bound to see him, if he stays there.'
Jumping up, she grabbed onto a low branch and swung herself onto the limb of a particularly large tree.
She looked back to the edge of the group of trees. Wufei was no longer in sight. "What the...?"
A movement from below her attracted her attention. The Chinese man was making his way to the other side of the spinney.
Neema felt like screaming, but restrained herself and leapt onto another branch, keeping Wufei in sight.
The sound of a roaring engine passed over Neema's head, rustling the foliage on the trees and blowing her hair in her face.
She looked up to see the Gundam speeding away from the spinney. It's deep purple markings looked black against the night sky.
She dropped to the ground and ran to the tree line. Wufei was standing a few feet away to her left. They watched the huge machine continue on its course and then veer straight up toward the heavens.
"What's she doing?" Neema thought aloud.
Wufei's head snapped round, "What do you mean, 'she'?"
Neema smiled. "The pilot of that Gundam is a woman."
His eyes narrowed. "What? That's impossible."
"Is it?" The smile faded from her face. "Don't be so arrogant as to think only a man could have the skill and strength to pilot a Gundam."
She could see he was grinding his teeth together. He turned to look at where the Gundam had been. With a cat-like agility, he leapt back from the tree line, and disappeared into the foliage.
Neema looked to where the Chinese man had gazed, before he retreated.
Her eyes widened in shock, the Gundam had turned and was now heading straight towards her at full speed.
She turned and sprinted into the trees, her hair, in its high ponytail, flowed behind her.
Her ears picked up the cracking of trees behind her and she knew she had been targeted. Cursing at herself, she tried to keep her position hidden from the Mecha.
The tree she had just passed, bent and then finally snapped. Diving to the floor, she narrowly missed being hit by the Gundam's shield. As soon as it had passed her, she jumped to her feet and began to run again. As she heard the Gundam turning, she reached the edge of the Spinney. The nearest cover was the wood on the other side of the river. There was no way she would reach it in time.
She turned to face her attacker. She would not die running from an enemy, like a coward.
She unsheathed her Katana and took up a defensive stance.
The Gundam abruptly stopped in front of Neema. The Japanese woman craned her neck up to look at the head of the Mecha.
A harsh laughing began to echo through the spinney. Neema clenched her teeth.
"Oh, little fool. You think you can defeat me with that puny sword?" The female voice emanated from the cockpit above the silver haired woman.
It was Neema's turn to laugh.
"No. But I will die fighting. I will die an honourable death."
The harsh laughter returned.
"Honour? Honour is for the weak!" With those words the Gundam slashed its shield towards Neema. She jumped backwards, but the edge of the metal guard connected with her and she was thrown towards the river. Neema landed heavily on her side, knocking the wind from her body. She lay there for, it seemed, an eternity before catching her breath.
She saw the Gundam slowly walking up to her, but it seemed like a dream. Her vision was hazy and she felt pins and needles at the back of her eyes.
'Snap out of it, Neema.'
She lifted her head off the mossy grass, her vision clearing. She pushed her body up, using her arms as levers. She once again faced the Gundam.
That same harsh voice spoke. "You're like an annoying little insect that wont die. You don't think that I haven't noticed you following me over the past week, do you?" She laughed again. "Although I must say I'm quite impressed. To keep up with me, you must have a reasonable amount of skill."
The right arm rose and the rifle was pointed directly at Neema.
"I'm just trying to decide if I'm in a generous mood today. Should I kill you or just maim you?"
Neema smiled slightly. "Kill me."
The right arm dropped to the Gundam's side. "Kill you? I've never met anyone who's so willing to die. But I'm not going to be so lenient as to grant your wish."
The shoulder of the Gundam opened to reveal a machine gun embedded into it.
A single shot fired. Neema tried to move to the side, but she still hadn't recovered fully from the impact earlier, and the bullet embedded itself in her left shoulder, pushing her to the ground.
She lay there eyes wide open, and watched the Gundam leave. She felt no pain at first. Then a fire began to shoot down her left arm, and a stabbing pain continued from there, mercilessly. 'Damn it.' She thought. 'Damn that, Bitch.'