OK I might as well knock this outta the way. This IS an AU fic and expect people to either be way outta character or slightly outta character. With that said here are the ages for some of the characters in the story I will bring in more ages as more people are introduced so bear with me here, and if your looking for a disclaimer, don't bother cause I don't put them in my fics. I have a universal disclaimer on my bio; so if ya want you can check that out. Well I don't like talking that much in my fics so ill shut what they call "The fuck up" and go on with the story.

Heero – 29

Quatre – 32

Zechs – 28

The Replacement Assassins

Ch1. Hell to Pay…

It was 4 a.m. and the night was slowly giving way to the rising sun.  A red speedboat was zooming through the normally calm waters of the industrial section of Long Beach Harbor. In the speedboat sat 4 men, 3 of which were all dressed the same way: dressed in all black and wearing sunglasses. The 4th was dressed slightly differently; he wore in all dark gray business suit. His long silver colored hair ran all way down to his waist but was currently billowing out in the wind because of the high speed they traveling. His light blue eyes stared straight ahead of where he was headed and seemed to be unphased by the strong winds blowing into them. His face held an almost amused smirk as he sat down legs crossed enjoying it seemed, but his bodyguards knew all too well it wasn't because of the boat ride.

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Unbeknownst to the riders in the boat, they weren't alone. A man with silver blonde hair, dressed in black jeans, blue shirt and a black leather jacket was hiding on top of a giant container looking out through a pair of night vision goggles with a smirk. He had been hunting down Zechs Khushrenada for months and now he's finally got him where he wants him. He watched the speedboat slow down to a small dock and stopped as the 4 men climbed a ladder out of the boat. The blonde haired man removed the night vision binoculars from his face revealing warm, pale blue eyes, and got out his walky-talky.

"All right, lets roll!" he spoke into the handset.

Not long after the order was given swarms of SWAT team members armed with heavy machine guns and black ski masks filed out and moved into position ready to strike

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Zechs and his entourage climbed out of the boat and proceeded to walk to the designated area where he was to receive his new drug shipment. When he arrived he was surrounded by 7 fork lifts each holding a pallet stacked high with what looked like aluminum cans. Zechs proceeded to take one of the cans, pulled out a pocketknife, and cut the top off revealing a powdery white substance. He took his pinky finger and dipped it into the substance and tasted it. He was quite pleased with the taste as he grinned a big smile. This time he stuck his knife into the white powder and pulled a small amount out on the blade. As he brought the powder close to his nose to snort, a strong gust appeared out of nowhere suddenly blowing the small amount of white powder on his knife into the air. He looked up shocked find the blinding lights of a police helicopter coming down right on him. He quickly looked around as troops of SWAT team members surrounded him and his bodyguards, guns all fixated on them. A shadow was slowly approaching Zechs because of the lighting couldn't make out who it was, but as he got closer to him his eyes widened as to who it was, that blonde hair, those gentle blue eyes…. Quatre Winner. The look on Zechs face was enough to put a big grin on Quatre's face forever, but suppressed the feeling. He walked up for Zechs to get a good look at him, which caused his face to go from a look of shock to a scowl, to which Quatre only smirked in response. Zechs had a tight grip on the gun he had concealed behind his back. Quatre almost knowing what he was thinking, went from a smile to a dead serious look and shook his head from left to right tell him not to try it. Zechs, not listening to his request, drew his gun anyway, but was too slow as Quatre drew his gun first and shot Zechs in the shoulder. Zechs reeled back and started running in the opposite direction clutching to his shoulder. The SWAT team members were getting ready to fire, but Quatre stopped them.

"Hold your fire!!" Quatre commanded as the troops backed off, and took chase after Zechs.

Zechs fired shots back at Quatre while running away, which cause him to take cover, and get on the radio.

"Everybody hold back out there. Let him run, he's not going anywhere!" Quatre shouted into the radio as he continued the chase after Zechs.

Zechs ran and ran trying to get away from police, but to no avail. Cop cars kept cutting off Zechs from running off in certain directions. Slowly starting to panic and running out of places to run, as well as Quatre starting to catch up to him, the only place left to run was up a ladder on the deck of a freight boat. Zechs quickly ran up the ladder to the deck and ran along the side of the boat trying to avoid the ever-present cops. The bullet wound on his right shoulder and the blood loss was now catching up to Zechs and he slowed down and leaned down against a nearby rail suddenly feeling very cold, light-headed and tired. He took his gun and emptied the spent clip when the bright searchlights of a helicopter flashed right on him and a SWAT team sharpshooter aimed at his head. Quatre who had finally caught up with Zechs on the boat motioned for the helicopter to back away before they killed him, which was the last thing he wanted. After the helicopter had flown away, Quatre had his gun pointed at him and tried to talk down a rather erratic Zechs and prevent him from doing some thing stupid.

"There gone. Nobody's going to hurt you, Zechs. Just please put the gun down." Quatre reasoned. But Zechs said nothing, only reaching behind his back and pulled out another clip for his gun, and reloaded.

"Please, don't make me." Quatre begged, pulling the hammer back on his gun.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!" Zechs yelled, bringing his gun up. But right as he did Quatre opened fire shooting Zechs in the chest 5 times. Zechs staggered back and fell over the side of the rail and plummeted into the cool waters of the harbor. Quatre ran over to the rail and looked over into the water, only to find Zechs floating in the water face down, dead.

"It didn't have to come to this…" Quatre said. He sighed and got off the boat. He had just killed Triese's son, and there was gonna be hell to pay.