Ch. 6

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, Sailor Moon, or DBZ.

Claimer: I do own Nanori, the plot and each of the three organizations centered in this story.

Author's Note: I admit it, I have writer's block! Sniff. Oh well. The best thing for it is to keep trying to write. So, I am going to try to make this a long chapter to make up for my absence from FF.net, and bad writing. T_T

Chapter Six: A New Mission, but for who?

Six figures sat around a long rectangular table in a dimly lit room filled with computers and other various technology. It was obvious from their postures that they were worrying over something.

"What about you? You have an uncanny ability to find needed information." One of the figures said leaning forward into the light and revealing himself to be Dr. J.

"All I could find was that their leader calls herself 'the Siren', and that they have a base on the outskirts of Porto Velho in Western Brazil." A female voice replied while the corresponding figure stood up. The figure walked over to one of the computers and an image appeared on both the screen of the monitor and on a screen embedded in the surface of the table. "These are the pictures that my satellite was able to take. They appear to have large numbers of Mobile Doll suits, but I don't recognize the type." The woman continued.

"It appears to be a Libra, with some major modifications. I hope some of those modifications don't include armor of the new alloy." A man on the left of Dr. J mumbled.

"I should hope not. M, can you enhance those pictures of the MDs?" Dr. J asked.

"This is as far as I can." The one called M replied.

"We need to get someone in there to take better pictures and find out more about these new MDs." Dr. O leaned into the light.

"Let the new pilot go. She seems very capable in stealth missions." Dr. S joined the conversation.

"I'm afraid Nanori will not be available for a while. She has been assigned an infiltration mission." Dr. M explained.

"Well, then we should send 01. He has always been the best." Dr. J said.

"That's what you always say. But it is true." The man on Dr. J's left said. (AN: gomen, but I don't know the other two's letters!)

"Then it is decided." Dr. S said.

"Hai, I will send him the mission immediately." Dr. J walked over to a computer and started typing.

Fifteen Miles outside of Porto Velho in Western Brazil:

"So... have you seen her?" A young man holding a semi-automatic machine gun whispered to his friend and commanding officer. The three men were completely camouflaged in greens, browns, and grays of the Amazon.

"I haven't, personally, but I've heard she only visits the wounded and the top officers." The second camouflaged soldier replied. The first rolled his eyes.

"Nah, that's not true. I've seen her, and I've never been injured." The third whispered.

"You have?!" The two other soldiers exclaimed in a loud whisper.

"Yeah, and they don't call her the Siren for nothing. I'd follow her to my death if meant spending time alone with her." He whispered self importantly.

"Red team 1 to Guard post 9." A voice sounded over the second soldier's ear piece.

"Guard post 9, we hear you." He replied.

"We have a possible perimeter breach in your sector. Please confirm."

"We'll get on it and report in five." The second soldier motioned to the other two and they started out. The first soldier headed west and stopped, scanning the area and listening for movement. He made a large arc making 4 more checks and then reported in.

"Charlie, I have a negative. Copy?"

"Copy Juan." Charlie confirmed. Juan turned off his ear piece and turned back towards Guard Post 9. He was met with the end of a gun barrel in the possession of a younger man in black. He blinked in surprise, then fell to the ground, dead. The owner of the gun dragged the warm body into some bushes and came outwearing the camouflaged uniform.

The third soldier headed east and made the same arc and checks that Juan had. Finding nothing, he made his report as well.

"Charlie, I have a negative too. Copy?"

"Copy, Carlos." Charlie said checking his watch. "You see Juan, Carlos?"

"No, he went the opposite direction. Why?"

"He isn't back yet."

"Chill man. He's probably just relieving himself."

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

Carlos shook his head and started back. Hearing something, he stopped to listen, but the sound stopped as well. He went a few more steps, and stopped when the sound started again. A twig snapped and he whirled around just as a shot was fired. Crimson bloomed on Carlos's chest and he took a dead step forward, then collapsed. The assassin, now wearing Juan's uniform, dragged Carlos into the dense underbrush of the Amazon.

"Red team 1, this is Guard post 9. There is no breach. I repeat, there is no breach." Charlie relayed the message.

"Thanks, Charlie." They replied, but the reply fell on deaf ears, for Charlie was laying face down in his own blood. Emotionless blue eyes stared at the body, then moved towards the hidden base.

The camouflaged assassin moved silently and quickly through the dense tropical forest. His mission was to gather pictures and information on the mobile dolls this base housed. He crept around the base, taking pictures and scanning with a hand held device that could detect different kinds of metals. He was also equipped with bugs if he should happen to get close enough to plant them. If? Ha! He was the perfect soldier. He could and would infiltrate this poorly guarded base and not only plant the bugs, but establish a link between the system mainframe and his laptop computer. With such a link, he and his employers would know what this organization was planning even before most of the organization knew themselves. He had taken only 48 hours to plan and begin this operation with the help of his coworkers. He knew that he wasn't the first choice for this mission, but that made no difference to him. In the end, it was he that had been assigned to it, not his missing sister.

There. The last bug was placed and the link was established. Now, he had only to get out, but that was always the easy part.

Crown Cafe, L2 colony:

Helios sighed and checked his watch once more. His brother and his friend were late, again. Mamoru was usually very punctual, but lately, he had lost that trait and was growing careless. Motoki was no better. The three had grown up together and had promised each other that they would someday obtain their goal. Elysion was Mamoru's dream at first, but now it had fallen to Helios, like most everything else Mamoru had ever started.

Motoki had a cousin that he was supposed to pick up from a space port, and that was probably going to be their excuse for being late. Helios knew better. Mamoru didn't think that his younger brother knew he was an alcoholic, but how could Helios not have noticed? Mamoru came home most nights completely wasted and usually collapsed on the couch with a bucket and a six pack close at hand. Helios wasn't sure about Motoki, but he assumed that Motoki was an alcoholic as well.

"Helios! You're early!" A black haired, blue eyed man slid into the booth beside him.

"No, you're late, Mamoru. What took you so long?" Helios asked trying to ignore the smell of alcohol on his brother's breath.

"Well, you remember that scrawny pink haired little girl that always stayed with Motoki during the summers?" Mamoru asked.

"Yeah, the one he picked up from the space port today? Serenity?" Helios asked, knowing the answer.

"Yep. Her plane was late and then Motoki's car wouldn't start. So, he's going to be even later than I am. I hope you don't mind if he brings Serenity.? Good, I didn't think you would." Mamoru continued without giving Helios a chance to answer.

"Helios!" A blonde man called from the entrance of the cafe they were in. "I'm sure you remember Serenity?"

"Of course I do, but who is this beauty?" Helios asked, flirting with the tall woman standing before him.

"You probably know me better by Chibi-usa." She replied in a smooth melodic voice.

"You don't remind me of a little rabbit anymore." Helios laughed. "It's good to see you again, Serenity."

"You too. Although, I must say, you look much better than when I last saw you."

"Yeah, well. Money can fix anyone's problems." Helios sighed, running his hand through his shoulder length white hair.

"So it can, so it can."

Hiiro & Wufei's kitchen:

Usagi inserted the microdisk into her palm pilot, and started scanning the pictures and information it contained. She downloaded the contents to a projector and continued going through the pictures meticulously.

"These look like modified Libras, Hiiro. Look at the gundanium readings! Weren't the Libra's initial components a steel alloy?" She asked.

"Hai. But at least the new alloy has negative readings." Duo commented seriously.

"Did you get any bugs placed?" Wufei asked.

"Hnn." Was Hiiro's affirmation.

"From these pictures," Usagi started, flipping through photos of interior offices, "I would assume that he got bugs in every office. But what confuses me is that this only appears to be a manufacturing base. I thought J said this was their headquarters?"

"Look at that! Usagi, go back a picture!" Duo exclaimed. Usagi did as she asked.

"What's so special about this picture Duo?" Wufei asked.

"Miss Usagi, do you think you could enlarge the lower left-hand corner? Thank you. That girl in the frame, she looks familiar." Quatre indicated a tall pink haired woman standing with three men at a space port.

"She looks like you." Trowa said to Usagi. Usagi frowned, but didn't say anything.

"Hiiro, I suspect you have a search engine similar to the one you sister developed?" Usagi asked. When Hiiro nodded, she continued, "Could you find the identity of each of the four people in that picture?"

"Hnn."

"Great. I want to know who they are, where they are, who they work for, and family ties. Trowa, I want you to set up monitoring and recording stations for each of those bugs. Wufei, copy the picture of the modified Libras and see what you can find on them. Quatre, when Hiiro is done, help him go through their database and find anything minutely important. Duo, keep monitoring the Merilista and Tarawa headquarters, and, if you can, try to find the location of the hidden colony. I'll help you after I check in with a few people." Usagi took control. She stood up and left the Gundam pilots in a dazed circle at the table.

"That onna thinks rather highly of herself." Wufei muttered.

"There's more to her than she shows, I fear." Quatre whispered just loudly enough for everyone else to hear.

Black Forest, Japan, 2148: (AN: Before the GW timeline started, I don't have any clue to what the real date would be ^_^*)

Nanori awoke to a blinding pain in her left arm. Looking around, she saw branches and green leaves scattered over the ground she was laying on. Directly above her was the tree they belonged to; the one she had hit on her way to the ground. She sat up an suppressed a groan of pain. Looking down at her arm, she was relieved to see that, while it was broken, the bone did not protrude though the skin. She glanced around again, observing her surroundings. She was on the edge of a clearing in what appeared to be a dense forest. The clearing was rectangular in shape, maybe 60-65 feet wide and over a hundred feet long. And heavily used, judging by the broken and scorched ground. There was no way this clearing was natural, and not knowing who it belonged to, Nanori decided it was time to get out of it.

Piccolo hadn't seen where the girl had come from, and didn't really care. Her arm was completely broken, but it wasn't life threatening and he wasn't concerned about it. What he wondered was why she had such a high ki level. It was much higher than any normal human's, and maybe half again as much as Krillen's, but she was still unconscious. He wouldn't know her true ki level until she regained consciousness. If he was sure she wasn't a threat and if he wasn't supposed to meet Goku and Vegeta for a spar, he would have left her to fend for herself. So, he settled down to meditate until the Saiya-jins arrived or the girl woke up, whichever came first.

Twenty minutes later, Vegeta arrived and they both watched her as she awoke shortly after. Piccolo's suspicions were raised even further when the girl examined her injury without any sign of pain. There was no human, and few people otherwise, that he knew of that wouldn't have at least shown some suggestion of discomfort.

Vegeta landed at the sparring field on time and immediately noticed a strange Ki. Goku was late, as usual, but that may or may not have been a bad thing. Vegeta was in a relatively good mood today, and decided he would wait for the human girl to wake before disposing of her. He walked over to where Piccolo was meditating and sat against a tree trunk. Before long, the girl was awake. He watched as she checked over her broken arm, then ignored it. His respect for her rose a little. Now, he would wait for her to explain why she was here before he killed her.

Nanori pushed herself off the ground, favoring her broken left arm. She glanced around the field once again and turned towards the forest behind her. Her left eye twitched in surprise when she saw two men watching her. Well, one man with spiky black hair that defied gravity and a green and pink alien wearing a turban. She studied them for a moment and decided they weren't a threat. Nanori started past them when the shorter man put his hand out and stopped her.

"Where are you going, onna?" he asked. This guy acts like Wufei. Nanori observed. A picture of Wufei flashed through he thoughts and adrenaline raced through her veins at the thought of the handsome Chinese boy.

"Hnn." Nanori used her 'I heard you but choose to ignore you' response.

"Answer me, onna, before I blow you to hell!" he said in a mocking but serious tone. Nanori now considered him a threat and instantly trained her gun between his eyes.

"Where am I?" She asked, completely serious, which meant in monotone. The alien gave her a weird look an the short man laughed. His laugh almost made her shutter; it was filled with cruelty and a well hidden but deep pain.

"You expect to hurt me with a gun!?" he asked in the same half-mocking tone. Nanori narrowed her eyes and took the safety off her gun. Suddenly, her gun was no longer in her hand, and she was in a head lock. She glanced around, surprised, and saw that the alien was holding the gun calmly. She twisted around in the man's grip, freeing herself, then sent her strongest kick into his chest. He took several steps back in surprise from the force of the blow.

"Good, but not good enough!" The strange man laughed, forming a ball of energy in his fist. Nanori's eyes filled with shock. The man was using the essence as a weapon, the same essence she had discovered while she was meditating! She threw herself to the ground as the energy ball flew over her prostrate body and exploded several feet on the ground behind her. The next ball was quick to follow the first, and Nanori quickly rolled out of the way then sprang to her feet. More blasts came, faster and faster, until Nanori could barely dodge them. She let her instincts take over while she dove into her subconscious looking for the essence within herself. Finding it, she added it to her dodging attemps and was surprised to find it increased her speed greatly.

"Would you die already?!" The now frustrated man yelled.

"Hnn." Nanori grunted and flipped over his head, hoping to gain enough time to collect her thoughts. If only she knew how to form energy blasts like her opponent!

"Vegeta! What are you doing!?" Another man descended from the sky, followed by a familiar looking lavender haired teenage boy.

"This onna is bothering me and ruining my good mood!" The shorter man muttered, in no way relenting in his 'game'.

"Well stop! She's an innocent!" The some what similar but much taller new man said.

"Some innocent! She aimed a gun at me." The shorter man, now known as Vegeta, said and stopped firing energy blasts.

"How did she get a gun? And is that why your holding one, Piccolo?" The teenager asked the alien. While they were talking, Nanori touched her arm to make sure it hadn't got much worse. It had been jostled around during the fight.

"Yes. I don't know where she got it." Piccolo replied in an indifferent voice. "Why don't you ask her?" Everyone turned to look at Nanori, who, still wary, gave them a cold glare in return.

"Well?" the tall man asked.

"Who are you and who do you work for?" She asked in her serious monotone.

"Huh? I'm Son Goku, and I don't work for anyone. Why?" Son Goku replied, thoroughly confused. Nanori raised an eyebrow, she didn't know of anyone who was unemployed for longer than it took to find a job.

"You?" Nanori indicated the teenage boy.

"Trunks, I work for my mom at CC." Trunks said. "What about you?"

"Yui, Nanori." Nanori's eye twitched. Why did she tell them her real name?

"Well Yui-san, I'm sorry about what just happened. Vegeta has a low tolerance for strangers." Goku put a hand behind his head and sweat dropped. Nanori glared at him incredulously. She looked down at her arm again, feeling where it was broken to get an idea of how to set it. With a loud grinding snap, she pushed it back into place. She looke up again to find a very pale Goku, and awed and sickened Trunks, an indifferent Piccolo, and a still grumpy Vegeta.

"That had to hurt." Goku said, partially returning to his normal coloring and eyed Nanori's arm warily.

"Hnn." She grunted

"Why are you carrying a gun?" Piccolo asked, returning to the previous topic.

"Because I need to." Was Nanori's reply.

"Any human who can fight as well as you do shouldn't have need of a gun." Vegeta made his rare praise sound a derisive sneer. Nanori observed him subtly. What did he mean, any human? He was much better than her, for sure, but he made it sound as if he wasn't human. She decided to use her normal level of subtlety and ask.

"Your not human?" She bluntly made her inquiry sound like a statement of fact.

"Of course not. The only one here with any human in him, besides yourself, is the brat." Vegeta indicated Trunks.

"Hnn." Nanori eyed him warily.

"I'm really sorry about my father attacking you like that. If you don't mind, I'll take you to my mom. She'll help you with your arm." Trunks spoke up and took Nanori's gun from Piccolo.

Oki! That's it for now! Please review!