Heero moaned and opened his eyes. He blinked a bit to adjust them to the sudden darkness, and found the room sacked and all his belongings sifted through. No doubt Fathom was being sure he didn't have any weapons stashed away that he could use on her. He released his numbed arm with a few skilled pressure point hits and threw on his clothes. If he knew Fathom the way he thought he knew her, she would have found his Preventer information, and found a way to track Wufei. He cursed himself silently before grabbing his cell phone and finding it dead. He flipped it over and found that Fathom had taken the battery and broken its receiver. He grimaced…she was as good as he was, before he found he had a heart. He then knew his mission: to break hers.
Wufei and Faith arrived at Quatre's mansion later that day to be greeted by a bleery eyed Trowa.
"Barton." Wufei greeted him.
"Wufei," came the response.
"Where's Quatre?"
"He's asleep. He stayed up as late as he could, but he's been under a lot of stress, poor guy's family won't give him a break."
"You're aware of my situation then?"
"Completely."
Trowa ushered them inside before peeking his head out of the giant oak doors and giving the area a quick scan. With a shrug, he turned around and walked inside, even his keen senses didn't pick up the slight shift in the wind.
Fathom silently opened a window on the building's second floor and crawled inside. She drew her katana and slipped through the building's many shadows and crevices, being as invisible as her training commanded. Like a feral predator, she stalked her quarry, following the sounds of their footsteps and the whispers of their voices. Her slim, muscled body melted into the shadows like water into the sun. The voices were coming closer, and she crouched behind a statue, waiting for the right moment to strike. She flipped the grip on her katana, so that she could dart out and slit their throats. In the darkness she waited.
"Quatre had these rooms prepared for you, Wufei. I'll be sleeping right down the hall, so call if you need anything, not that you will of course, just yell. This mansion is quite safe." With that, Trowa entered Quatre's room and closed the door. Wufei took Faith inside and helped her into the nightgown she had bought. It was a perfect replica of his kimono, only with blue oriental flowers sewn into the sleeves. He helped her into the large canopied bed with large wooden posts. She smiled at him.
"I love you, Papa."
Wufei felt a tear drop from his eye, "I love you too, Faith." He heard the rush of air before he felt it, as Faith's scream shattered the night.
Quatre awoke with a start, and stared into Trowa's already active eyes. Without a word, the two reached into their nightstands and grabbed handguns, and rushed to Wufei's room. They sprang through the opened door and found Wufei battling a tall slender woman, a large katana was buried into the wooden post. She kept making attempts to get to it, but Wufei kept knocking her away with solid kicks. Finally, she grabbed his leg and threw him against a wall. He slumped to the ground, but with a groan, found his way back up to his knees. When he looked up, the point of her katana was poised between his eyes. She was breathing heavily, but aside from that, she was unhurt. Faith screamed and darted from the bed. Trowa tried to grab her, but missed. She stepped between the fallen Chinese and the assassin boldly, even as tears fell.
"If you're going to kill my Papa, you'll have to kill me first."
Fathom hesitated. How could a little girl have that much courage to stand up to an assassin. Plus, Wufei wasn't even her father, and she knew this. Could it be that she loves him as a daughter loves her father? Plus, it wasn't in her contract to kill the girl, its Wufei's head they want, not hers. She gazed around the room slowly so as to not draw attention. The other two had guns…not a good situation. Escape was the only option. She eyed a window in the back of the room and gauged the distance. Without a moment's hesitation, she sprang. Quatre and Trowa paused for a moment, this wasn't the move they had expected. Quickly, they jerked their guns into position, but she had already crashed through the window.
Fathom rolled into her fall, and felt her shoulder dislocate. She swore under her breathe before stabilizing it with her other arm and taking off at a sprint. Bullets whizzed past her head, and she dove into the cover of the trees. When the bullets subsided, she began to reset her arm. With a barrage of obscenities, it was done, and she used some cloth from her suit to hold it in position. With an angry scowl over her shoulder, she trotted off, another opportunity would present itself, for only time could truly tell.