The club was called Vertigo, the coolest dance club on L-5. Li walked in the front door, dressed completely in black, complete with a long trenchcoat. He seemed to absently be tapping a long glow stick absently against his thigh; in reality it was a powerful ceramic phospherant. It was his only obvious weapon, beneath his bulky coat in a shoulder holster was an automatic pistol, and strapped against his thigh was a combat knife. In sub-vocal tones he said, "Are you getting this Lisa?" Lisa's voice sounded in his ear. "Perfectly, that camera transceiver jewel in your ear works like a charm!" Li winced, "Not so loud." "Oops, sorry." She said normally, and then made a squeak sounding like a mouse. "On your right, it's that guy!" she squealed, and Li twisted his head, still moving through the throng of dancing bodies. The man, still in his long black coat, had his stringy black hair slicked back, but he was unmistakable. He was sitting with a well-dressed man in a corner booth, but the floor was crowded so he didn't notice Li moving closer. When Li got close he slipped a nanotech tracking device from his pocket and purposely stumbled, slapping the tracker onto the well-dressed man's sleeve. "Umm, sorry dude." He said in a feigned surfer accent. The other man's eyes went wide, reaching beneath his coat for his shotgun. Li whipped out a mini-pistol from his pocket. It was made of gleaming silver with an ivory handle. He removed the handle and stuck in two .357 magnum bullets. On one bullet was carved "For Wufei" and on the other was carved "For Quatre" and Li shot both into the man's face. The well-dressed man fainted as blood and bone splattered on his suit. Li raced out through the kitchens in the back alleys. "Good Job!" Lisa praised, Li just nodded.


Next time....on Gundam Wing(seriously)

Li holds a knife to Wufei's throat, "Come out or I'll kill her!" he screams.