I didn't struggle much as Zechs and the two other men took us into the test room, I really couldn't struggle much. My leg was burning and I had fell a couple of times. Zechs hadn't done anything, he just waited for me to get up and we'd continue walking. I didn't understand that. I don't understand a damn thing about this. I watched as one of the men dragged Quatre behind him, it was sick. The look on Trowa's face was pure pain, and Dorthy looked the slightest bit guilty as she walked along side Zechs. I tried to make eye contact with her, signal for her to make a distraction so I could get my gun out. They still didn't know I had it, what fools. The one time Dorthy caught me send her a glare, she whacked my hip, hard, right above where Zechs had shot me. I cried out in pain and fell to my knees. I never knew that's what would save our lives.
Milliardo grunted at Dorthy and pulled Heero to his feet. Dorothy's mouth twitched and she held up a gun to Milliardo's head. Heero's gun. Somehow, when she had whacked his hip, she had pulled the handle of the gun out of his shorts.
"Drop your guns!" Dorthy yelled at the two other men, "Drop them or he dies."
The two men looked unsure.
"Trowa!" Heero called out.
Trowa got the message, he tripped the men with his good foot with a sudden swing. Dorthy held the gun to Milliardo's head while Heero held the men's heads down, and took their guns. One of them shouted angrily at Heero, pouncing on top of him and reaching for his gun. A shot was fired. Milliardo gasped, but soon realized it wasn't him that got shot. The man on top of Heero fell limp, blood running down his forehead. Dorthy screamed and tore her eyes away from the sight. The other man, sure that Heero would not hesitate to kill, put his hands up over his head. Heero got to his feet, wincing in pain, and pointed the gun at Milliardo's heart, pressing the nose of the gun to Milliardo's chest.
"You've got two guns with full ammo pointed at you Zechs, are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" Heero's hand trembled as he spoke, but his voice was completely sure of what he was about to do.
"It's to late for you, Heero." Milliardo spoke softly.
Heero raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything. All that could be heard in the room for moments was Dorothy's whimpering breathing.
"It's too late, because at this moment, a clone of you is being created. A clone of you, a clone of Duo, a clone of Quatre, a clone of Wufei, and a clone of Trowa, all put together to make one superhuman being." Milliardo explained.
"In this lab?" Heero asked, not believing him at all.
"No, not in this lab, Heero. I've sent the data somewhere safe, to someone I can trust." He responded.
"That's the biggest load of crap I've ever heard." Heero said, he began to pull the trigger.
"Heero he's telling the truth!" Dorthy shouted, tears began pouring out of her eyes and running down her cheeks. "He has samples of your DNA. He sent them to someplace, Heero." Dorthy sobbed.
Heero's eyes were slightly amused, and he turned his attention back to Milliardo.
"You're bluffing, I can tell when people are bluffing. You're both in this together." Heero stated plainly.
"No!" Dorthy yelled, her scream echoed through the hall, causing Heero to jump.
"You're lying!" Heero yelled.
Dorthy looked at Trowa, who stared back at her with a somewhat comforting gaze.
"No.." She sobbed, "Does this look like I'm lying!" She screamed.
At that moment, Dorthy Catalonia pulled the trigger of the gun she had been holding to Milliardo's head. Heero and Trowa's eyes widened as Milliardo fell to the ground, landing on his side and then rolling over, a small puddle of blood forming on the floor behind his head. Dorothy's eyes filled with tears as she realized what she had just done. She dropped the gun she was holding in her shaky hand.
"I...did..it..to save...Trowa.." She said to no one in particular she gave one last glance at Milliardo's body before fainting.
Heero caught her and threw her over his shoulder.
"Heero, you're saving her? I thought you didn't believe her." Trowa said, a hint of anger in his voice, Heero heard it.
"I don't. I'm saving her for you." Heero left it at that and started down the hall towards the exit.
Trowa couldn't help wondering why Heero didn't even flinch when Milliardo fell to the ground dead. They had always been worthy opponents, Milliardo had been the only one who could compete with Heero's skills, and now he was gone. 'I wonder if Heero considers himself the victor now?' Trowa thought to himself. He glanced at Heero who was nearing the exit. 'I don't think so.'
Trowa did his best to carry Quatre out of the building. His ankle was about three times the size it should have been, and Trowa was beginning to worry about it. He stepped outside, feeling the cool morning air on his face. They had been there all night. Heero jogged over to him moments later.
"Dorothy's crying for you." Heero informed him in an uninterested tone.
Trowa looked at down at Quatre who was in his arms, a worried look on his face, and then set him down gently. He glanced at Heero once before limping over to Dorthy. Heero stayed put and focused his eyes on the morning blue sky. 'Where are you Relena?' He thought.
"Trowa!" Dorthy yelled, she jolted up from her sitting position as Trowa approached her.
She ran up to him and wrapped her arms around him, sobbing on his chest. Trowa absentmindedly put his arms around her in a comforting gesture. He knew how it felt to kill people. Dorthy pulled away slightly and looked him in the eyes.
"Trowa, what if his plan works, what if...?" Dorthy started.
Trowa put a finger over her lips. He smirked slightly.
"Lets leave it up to Heero to find out whether or not cloning five men into one is possible." He said.
Dorthy smiled, "Yeah, it does sound kind of crazy." Her smile faded.
Flashback:
"Dorthy Catalonia?" One of Milliardo's men asked her as she stepped out of the helicopter.
"That's right." Dorthy said, she turned her head and focused on the building before her.
"So Mr. Milliardo thinks he can capture all the gundam pilots does he?" Dorthy asked, almost to herself.
"He's confident Miss Dorthy. He has connections with a man that works with genetics." The man answered.
"You mean 'toys' with genetics." Dorthy said.
'What was Mr. Milliardo thinking when he accepted this girl's help?' The man thought to himself as Dorthy stared coldly at the building, pure anger in her eyes.
End of flashback
Dorthy had settled down next to Trowa on the grass, one arms around his waist and her head on his shoulder. Trowa let her do as she wished, now that he knew she was really on their side. 'Finally, this is over.' Trowa thought. A small smile spread across his lips as he heard the sound of a helicopter. Heero carried Quatre to an opening the mess on trees and stood aside as the helicopter landed. Dorthy helped Trowa up and helped him walk over to the helicopter. Duo hopped out with a big grin on his face, until he saw the blood on Heero's leg.
"You okay, man?!" He shouted over the sounds of the propellers.
Heero nodded and handed Quatre to Duo, who got the idea and put him to helicopter before helping Heero in. Trowa and Dorthy stepped in together and sat down in the back with Duo while Heero squeezed in with Relena and the pilot, and Quatre on his lap.
"Where's Wufei?" Trowa asked Duo.
Duo grinned. "Watching wrestling." He responded. Trowa didn't dare ask.
"Heero I was so worried!" Relena yelled. She hugged him lightly being careful not to hurt anything.
"Heero. They told me my brother was behind all of this." She said, her eyes looking a little worried.
"I'm sorry Relena." Heero said softly. He put his hand on her hers and squeezed it lightly.
Relena understood. She turned her head away from him so he wouldn't see the single tear roll down her cheek, but she never let go his hand.