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Heero's body was still, stiff, and totally numb. He was nude and cold. He felt it and realized he could feel. The cold was accompanied by a very uncomfortable tingle that surged through his body, obviously the remnants of his 'death'. He tried to move. Success. He opened his eyes. Absolute darkness. Noises like air conditioning came form all around him. He was laying in a confined space, just long and wide enough for his body. He was laying like a corpse. He tried to wiggle and squirm jumping up and down, or really, side to side. A tiny beam of pale light revealed he was in some kind of cloth material bag. He chewed it open and was greeted by the pale light. He pushed against a break above him, pushing out like a mechanic from under a car. He had been in a cabinet in the morgue. He became even colder. He huffed and puffed, seeing and unfortunately smelling his breath. A reflection above him on the metallic ceiling shocked him. He sat up alertly, immediately seeing a blurry vision of himself in the cabinet above him. His complexion was flushed and still good, so he didn't look dead. He stood up and jumped from the cabinet, falling delicately to the floor.
"My strength isn't back yet," he told himself. He stood shakily. Oops, he thought, pushing the cabinet in, can't let them discover me just yet. He opened the exit of the morgue and looked around the hall. Nobody. He walked out and closed the door.
He walked down the hallway, feeling awkward but not showing it. The hallway was empty and desolate. Mrs. Bangotti turned a corner and faced Heero, smiling her devious smile. Heero scowled at her. She tossed him a pair of pants and boxers. He caught them both with one hand. In one pants pocket was a gun.
"What's your game, Bangotti?"
"No game, I just figured you wouldn't die. It's annoying, isn't it? You want to, but you made the mistake of loving people and can't leave them. Don't worry, those don't belong to either of my sons." She smiled wider. "You seem to have done the law a favor by disposing of my baby boy Markus. They've been after him for six years and he's been on death row for eight."
"Your whole family's disgusting! And what's your husband, an gang member?"
"No, just a pimp." Heero snorted in disgust.
"Good luck killing Vincie," she sneered, disappearing around the same corner. Heero got the message. Vincent was loose.