He slipped along the dark alley, keeping low to the ground, and sticking to the shadows whenever possible. He glanced down at his timepiece, only thirty minutes left. The designated rendezvous point was very close now. It was a relatively simple mission: Get the OZ defector out, and to the safety of a bunker.
He was arriving well ahead of schedule, and hopefully he could grab the defector and get out before he was missed. He shouldered his small assault rifle and unsheathed his katana, for the footsteps of guards were approaching. He struck like a shadow itself. One moment, the shadows lurched, and a second later, two guards fell, their throats cut. Cruel, brutal, efficient, he relished it. Smiling, he clamored over a fence in the alley and continued onward. Sounds of gunshots in the distance brought him out of his trance, and he moved at a sprint, fearing that the defector had been found out. What he found shocked him.
He peered out from behind an alley corner. OZ soldiers had set up a firing line on the civilians. One by one, they were being shot down. An OZ commander barked at the civilians to tell him something, which they obviously didn't know. Finally, a small girl was brought forward. He froze. His heart skipped a beat. Her pale, blue dress was stained with tears, and a frantic woman was trying to tear herself away from a pair of soldiers to get to her. The girl faced the OZ soldiers without blinking. She was courageous, like his late wife… The man looked down at his timepiece, he had five minutes. He looked up at the girl again. She locked eyes with him. His breath caught in his throat. He couldn't let her die.
He cocked his assault rifle, and before he knew it, he was firing. The OZ soldiers went down quickly, but not without casualties. Frantic civilians were being hit, the girl's mother fell, a bright red spot blossoming above her left breast. The girl ran to her mother's fallen form, and pawed at her dress, tears fell like rivers. His heart went out to her, as he sprinted through the crossfire. He picked up her flailing form in the crook of one arm, and fired his rifle with his other. She screamed and struggled against him, but her strength was nothing compared to his. He whirled around and made a mad dash for the alleyways.
After an eternity, he stopped running. The girl had stopped fighting him, and lay limp in his arm. He made his way to hotel and bought a room. He slipped inside and laid the girl on the bed. He began to peel of his black combat suit, but not before he heard the cocking of a gun. He whirled around, and saw the little girl brandishing a pistol before him.
She sniffled back tears, "Who are you?"
He blinked dumbly at the question. "My name is Wufei"