Disclaimer: I'm just borrowing the G-Boys, really I am, I'll put them back in the toy box when I'm done. Honest I will. But the Stupid Group and 'girl' are mine, you cant have em!! : P

Hate to be pitiful, but sorry for the long wait, this chapter just didn't come along as well as I would have liked it to.

Chapter Three: Three Shots

"There's not much else I can do for…Miss…?"

"She doesn't have a name." Duo leaned against the doorframe.

"Ahh… I see. She's extremely sick." Sally closed her bag and walked over to him. Quatre peered around the pair to the unconscious girl.

"Since when was she sick? It's only bullet wounds."

"A lot of them, the only ones that the colony's hospital didn't remove were all poisoned. I don't know about the others. Her collarbone is shattered along with her kneecap, right shoulder and forearm. In other words she shouldn't have moved or been moved in the first place." Sally chided. "There's a lot of blood loss, she could have bled out most of the poison that may be why she lived so long. Or maybe it was the extensive training she went through."

"Training?" Duo was skeptical.

"She's an assassin, she's probably been trained for these situations. How to resist poisons and drugs. How to resist torture and interrogation. Her metabolism's fast enough. She's thin and swift. But, the one thing whoever sent her didn't help her with was revealing, in her sleep, minor things. Check up on the name DcrowTighn. It may make sense to you later, but I don't get it now."

"Thanks, Sally." Duo entered the room and pushed the door closed behind him.

"He's so odd now." Quatre said, he was starting to feel like the bad guy.

"He never told me anything." Sally said matter-of-factly heading for the stairs.

"I know, but he's become so morbid since she got here."

"He's worried about a relative civilian." They reached the front door.

"She's not a civillian, she's a murderer!"

"QUATRE! You're the one usually preaching peace, I can't tell why you two have suddenly switched roles. Besides, everyone deserves a second chance."

"Well," Quatre looked at the floor, embarrassed about his outburst, "thanks, I'll see if I can help Duo out."

Sally shut the front door behind her.

~

Duo stared out the window at the 'sky'. It was –go figure- metallic gray, and right now someone had turned on the colony's weather system, it was raining. What could the girl have said over the phone? What could it have meant?

"H-hey." Her voice was faint and her eyes were half-closed.

"Your awake." Duo's attention snapped to the pale girl under the white blankets. He and Quatre had found a large white button down shirt of Quatre's, Sally had helped her get into it, it was a lot better than the rags she was in before.

"Only b-barely." Her eyelids fluttered.

"I need you to answer some things."

"T-try me…I can't guarantee…t-that I can answer…them though."

"Who is Dcrow Tighn?"

"That's iffy…it might cost…us."

"Us?"

"Me for…telling, you…for hearing…even your friends…for being…your friends."

"Well hint then."

"Just r-remember…you wanted it."

"Ok."

"Night Crowd."

"What?" Duo questioned.

"That's the…hint."

"Fine," he made a mental note of her answers "what did you say over the phone just before they came?"

"I said 'life is-" at that exact second Quatre came racing up the stairs, he slung open the door.

"There's a group out front, they've got guns and are insisting we hand over 'Girl'." He gasped.

"Tell Heero and Wufei to occupy them for a minute, and send Trowa up here to help me." Duo dished out the commands and then Quatre was pounding down the stairs again.

~

"Heero, may I ask what Maxwell has in mind?" Wufei asked, yanking on his Preventer jacket.

"You can ask, but I don't know how to answer." Heero shrugged on his own jacket then went to meet the impatient men waiting outside.

"Hey. We told you to hand over the girl, not bargain." One of them said.

"The girl. Now." A man stepped forward, he seemed to be the leader.

"We need to know some things first." Wufei stated. "Like why you want her."

"If you really want to know she belongs to us."

"Since when." Wufei's sense of justice was threatening to come clawing down on the leader's head, slavery was the very incarnation of injustice to him.

"Since this." The man dug in the black leather coat and retrieved some papers. He tossed them at Wufei's feet.

It was Heero who picked them up. Wufei, having read them from afar, was not going to touch them. There in red-brown 'ink' were the words; 'Dcrow Tighn accepts me, I accept them. Under no circumstances will I give away the slightest slip of information about them. I have written these words of my own will. From now on the name I have called myself is gone.' And then scrawled underneath was an unintelligible cursive signature which looked like 'Irrelevant.'

"Did she have a name?" Trowa took up the questioning as he walked out to join the other two. That was a signal to Heero; the girl was safe for now.

"Yeah, but that's information on a need to know basis. It was erased when we implanted the chip." The leader was getting cocky. "She didn't need it anyway."

"Why do you want her?"

"She knows too much, she's near dead anyway. We have no assurance that she hasn't told you anything so far. So," He pulled a machine gun from under his coat, it had been neatly hidden before though Trowa had been eyeing the suspicious bulge ((NOT THAT ONE YOU PERV!!)) for some time, "I'm gonna have to kill you." He clicked off the safety and Heero's gun was out instantaneously.

Then the front door slammed open and the girl rushed out, clutching her side, from where a reddish stain was spreading. "Don't!" She stood in front of the three defenders, gasping through her pale lips.

"Ahh." The leader purred, "So nice of you to join us. It makes it easier for me."

"Don't." She said again, softer this time.

"Oye!" Duo rushed out, followed by Quatre, they both stopped at the sight of the scene.

"There's been enough killing," the girl ignored Duo tactfully, "I didn't tell them anything."

"How do I know that? They've probably drugged you." The leader looked down his nose at her from where he stood; he could reach out and grab her if he wanted.

"I could withstand it, you gave me the drug training yourself."

"Well," He paused, looking for support, "how do I know you're not lying to me?"

"You don't. But I'm ashamed, you can't even trust me, after all these years." She grew bold with the statement; stood taller, inclined her jaw more.

"Shadupp!" The remark brought her crashing to the ground as he poured three or four shots into her body."

"Damnit!" Duo raced up and pulled his gun, his anger made him blind and the bullet entered through the leader's right shoulder, the group scattered immediately. Just like rats.