Shadow of the Revolution

Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing. Gundam Wing belongs to Sunrise and its respective creators.

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Shadow of the Revolution

Chapter 3

The bell rang again, signaling the end of the school day. Blade picked up her things, and headed out as quickly as possible. She had a lot of things to do tonight, and she needed time to prepare. In her rush, she didn't notice a pair of cobalt eyes following her every move. Heero examined the girl carefully from the fourth floor of the school.

There's just something about her that's not right, he thought; his instincts from the battlefield, although hardly used in almost two years, were still very sharp. He could tell that this girl wasn't who she seemed to be, but he didn't know why she would need to pretend to be who she wasn't, or what her purpose was. He was just certain that the girl meant big trouble. He'd have to keep a close eye on her.

Well, we'll see how long you can keep up this charade. In the meantime, let's find out who you are.

Heero turned on his laptop, and cracked the school security codes with ease. He looked through the student files, and found what he was looking for.

"Hmm…" he stared intently at the glowing screen in front of him.

"Name: Blade Violet. Age: 17. Born: After Colony 180." He skipped some of the information about her height, weight, eye colour, hair colour, and all the irrelevant information. He found nothing of interest to him in the school files, but he decided to take a look at her civilian profile. He hacked into the government computers, and searched for the profile Blade Violet.

"Found it," he said monotonously, as the screen was filled with data on the mysterious Blade.

"Hmmm… Mother: Theresa Decanters. Father: --" his eyes widened in astonishment at the name he saw for that blank. "What? But how? He…" That was certainly strange. It didn't really make much sense. Heero decided to come back to that information later, and read on.

"Mother deceased in childbirth. Hmm… she does have one living relative though. Her uncle Johansson… he was her legal guardian until she was adopted by--" Heero pulled back from his laptop in shock, knocking over the chair he was sitting in. He regained himself, and placed his hands on either side of his laptop, head bent down.

"This… can't be true. How could that be?" Heero asked the silence of the room. "This is all wrong."

Everything he had just acquired, the information on this strange girl, just wasn't possible. None of the data on this girl made any sense, and he really didn't know how to react to it.

What would they do? He asked himself the possibilities of how the other pilots would react. He was stunned when he realized what he just did. He, the Perfect Soldier, just admitted to himself that he needed help, that he, for the first time in his life, couldn't handle the situation on his own. He needed help to succeed. The thought brought back memories of when the pilots had fought together to bring peace to the world, each with their own unique abilities and each with their different strengths and weaknesses.

We make a great team, he realized. Maybe it won't be so bad to see them again and ask for their advice.

For the past week, Duo had been on Heero's case about attending the big celebration that night to meet up with the other pilots and to make their mark on the event.

"After all," he had said. "We were the ones who helped bring peace to the world. You need to come to this party."

A small smirk played on Heero's lips. If he wanted to see the other pilots, he'd have to go to the party tonight. And of course, she'd be there too. He hadn't seen her in person for a long time, only seeing her on TV or on the radio. She had grown quite a bit, in his opinion, but then again, he thought to himself, so had he.

This'll be one heck of a party, he thought sarcastically. Duo would think that he'd convinced Heero to come, that he convinced Heero he need to be there, and he'd never let him hear the end of it. He did need to be at the party, although not because Duo told him that he would be. Even so, Duo was right about Heero needing to be at the party, and Heero couldn't even stand the thought. In his own weird way, Duo was able to predict things such as these, and Heero wasn't one bit happy about that.

I hate it when Duo's right.

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Blade unlocked the door to her apartment and stepped in. She went over to her laptop on her desk, and switched it on. While she waited for the system to load, she went to check if she had any voice messages. The familiar recorded sound played in her ears.

Beep. "You have… 2 new messages." Beep.

"Hey Blade, where ya been? Long time no see. Anyways, me and some friends are having this party tonight; you know, we figured since everybody else is celebrating, why shouldn't we? Hehe… so, you in or not? Call me! I'd love to talk longer, but I've got some stuff to take care of. Talk to ya later, gal!"

Beep.

"…" Blade turned up the volume of the answering machine to hear, but no sound came out. She could guess who that was from. 'Don't fail me' screamed at her from the silence of the machine. It beeped again, indicating the end of the message. She turned back to her laptop, which was all loaded and ready to go. She entered her personal ID number into the space, and all types of codes and blueprints jumped at her.

"Let's see how we're doing, shall we?" she said to herself.

Typing in the code number of the file, she opened up a blueprint of the National Hall, the place where the banquet was to be held that night. On the blueprint, appeared several beeping red dots, all pinpointing the location of the deadly explosives she had planted there. They were all stationed at the main entrances, to ensure that no back-up troops came to prevent her retreat. Most of the ordinary soldiers were no match for her; after all, she had been trained from a very young age. Her biggest concern was the Gundam pilots. They would be inside, and if one of them happened to see her, that would complicate things; but if her comrades did what they were supposed to do, the pilots would be "occupied" at the time. She made sure the bombs were in the exact co-ordinates; even one degree could make everything go awry. After checking that the bombs were in place, she entered more codes for another blueprint of the National Hall, this time with beeping green spots. This was her check on her equipment that she had hidden in there earlier, to be sure that it was where it was supposed to be, and that no one discovered it. Of course that's unlikely, all her equipment had a special mechanism to blend with their environment. Still, better safe than sorry. She definitely couldn't mess this mission up; she'd never be able to show her face around HQ ever again, let alone face her comrades. If this mission failed, it would be her fault; she was the main person involved in the plan, and the one in charge. After checking that all the 'things' were in place for the big event, she started to contact her comrades. Entering more codes, she used the secure foundation communication lines to contact the others.

"This is agent LB4 calling. I repeat; this is agent LB4. Do you copy, R-squad? Over."

"This is H2, calling LB4. Nothing amiss. Everything is going according to plan. Mission is underway. Over."

"Very good. Carry on; and be cautious. Over."

"Will do. Over and out."

"This is LB4. R-squad, do you copy? Over."

"Loud and clear, LB4. C3 here. Smooth as glass. Should be no problems. Over."

"Don't disappoint me, C3. Be careful. Over"

"Don't worry; everything is fine. Over and out."

"Calling D1 and J5. Progress report, please. Over." She waited patiently while the communication line hissed static into her otherwise-silent room.

"D1 and J5. Do you copy? Over." Silence. Still nothing.

What in the world are they doing? She thought furiously, while her hands brought up another window on the screen, with indicators as to where the other two agents were. But before she could get a good look at the statistics, she heard the familiar giggle that irritated her so, and she growled softly under her breath.

"Now, now, aren't we in a bad mood? No need to get so aggravated over such a little thing. We have bigger matters to attend to."

"Where were you, D1? Why didn't you answer?" she asked, annoyed.

"Well, you didn't want every top executive of the World Nation to know about us, now did you? I was in the middle of a very important World Nation meeting; oh, Miss Relena was fabulous, as always! You should have seen her. She almost convinced me that peace was a good thing."

"That is not a laughing matter, D1. Now, what is your progress?"

"How else would it be, but perfect as usual? Everything is working out very well."

"Good. Don't be a failure." And quickly switching off the communicator so that she didn't have to speak with that agent again, she went back to focusing on the indicator of the remaining agent.

"Check location of J5," she said into the voice command.

"Checking status…" came the mechanical reply. "Location: Area F. Colony X18999. Section 11."

"Bring up the colony map." Instantly, a map of the colony X18999 appeared.

"Enhance," she told the computer. The colony map was replaced with a section map, and then finally a map of the block where the indicator was. She screamed in frustration as she saw where the beeping indicator on the girl was headed.

"Stupid, stupid girl. You'll pay dearly for that." She clicked on the communicator once again, and called out to the other three agents.

"Remaining R-squad. J5 has turned on us. She is in colony X18999, heading towards the Preventers base there. Bring this traitor back before she does any damage. Do not fail," she said, her voice dripping malice with every word. "Otherwise I have a very severe punishment in mind. UNDERSTOOD?" she shouted into the communicator.

Three female voices responded to her question.

"Yes, ma'am!"

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"Sir, J5 turned on us today," LB4 spoke through to the unclear image of her supervisor.

"Fortunately we were able to capture her before she reached anyone, however I'm not sure whether she had sent information to any outsiders while she still co-operated with us. I cross-checked her references again, and I found that she is agent number 2537463 of the Preventers, otherwise code-named--"

"Dash," her superior interrupted before she could finish.

"You knew, sir?" she asked, only half astonished. Working for him all these years taught her that he knew more than he let on.

"Yes, I knew. I accepted her into the foundation to gain information from her. I used her code to hack into the Preventers' mainframe computer. That way, no one would find anything out of the ordinary if they checked. I also needed to know how much she knew about us, but none of her information would've been very useful to the Preventers. But in any case, I have seized all data that she has sent back to her Headquarters, and have it in my possession. I believe you have her locked up, do you not, my dear Lady?"

"Yes sir. I also wished to ask what you would like to do with her, sir."

"Send her over to me. I'll have someone take care of her."

"As you wish, sir. Will you be finding a replacement for her, sire?"

"As a matter of fact, I already have an appropriate candidate."

"Oh? Who is she, sire?" She heard him chuckle softly before answering.

"All in good time, Lady; you'll see when she gets there. I think you'll be very happy with my choice."

There was a brief moment of silence before LB4 cleared her throat and spoke again.

"If that is all sir, I'll excuse myself now."

"Of course. You're free to go. I believe you still have much work to do."

She reached for the button that would disconnect the communication line, when he spoke again.

"Just another thing, dear Lady. Don't disappoint me."

"Never, sire." And with that she cut the link of the line. She turned around and headed for the bathroom to take a cool, refreshing shower. She just needed to relax a little, but that was hard to do since there were still many things to be done before the celebration that night.

We're the revolution, and tonight is the perfect night to dominate the world…

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Author's Notes: What do you think of it so far? I know it's not very interesting, but hey, ya gotta get the setting and character personalities out of the way before you can go on with the plot, so bare with me. Thank you to those who review the story, and I'll try to make this better. I know where I'm going to go with this, but some new ideas are coming to mind, so if the story is a bit strange at times, it's because of these mixed ideas.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed!

~Seeress

P.S. Does Heero seem a little OOC to you people?