"Mr. Irvine, maybe you can enlighten us. What determines the properties of elements?"

Irvine raised his head up and stared down at Mrs. Rollinger from the amphitheatre style seats. "The outer electron configurations."

"Glad to see you are paying attention, Mr. Irvine. I could've sworn you were asleep."

Irvine wanted to say he was on the verge of falling asleep, that her class was so boring the only thing that could liven it up would be if a naked woman were teaching it, but he held his tongue. The bell rang and Mrs. Rollinger dismissed the class and they all flowed out of the classroom and into the dorms.

Irvine went into his room and threw his books onto the floor and jumped onto his bed. He spread out on the bed and looked up at the ceiling. "Jeez, I thought the old hag's class would never end. Why do I have to be stationed in the middle of London, one of the most beautiful cities ever, and I can't even go out." A beeping sound came from his computer and startled him. He jumped up from his bed and rushed to his computer. He typed in a couple of passwords and read the message. His eyes widen and released a smile. "Finally, a mission! Time to kick some Federation ass!"

It was around nine-'o clock and Irvine was sneaking around the campus. He could hear the pitter-patter of the rain hitting the now moisten ground. He carefully opened the door to the outside and closed the door softly, making sure not to disturb anyone. As soon as he knew the coast was clear, he broke out into a sprint. He was heading toward the seclusion of the hills. The CSC had provided Irvine with a private hanger to keep his Gundam protected, safe, and most of all, hidden. "Great, the Confederation can afford a private hanger but not an umbrella? Cheap bastards." Irvine mumbled to himself as her entered the access codes on the keypad. He entered the cockpit of his all black Gundam, except for the eyes. The eyes were sort of an eerie red. The sides were curved to deflect most radar waves. "All right, Noir. It's show time!" Irvine booted up Noir and made sure all systems were go.

Irvine made sure he flew high, slow, and silently. He couldn't dare be heard or seen. If he was, the mission would be up. Liverpool Mobile Suit Base was about 30 more miles away and Irvine still had ten minutes to kill. This has been the first mission Irvine has been with the updated Noir. The CSC had to make it stealthier for surprise attacks on bases. For this, they had to cut back on the heavy weapons. All that Noir carries are six missiles released from a chest chamber, a beam axe, and vulcan cannons.

"Hmmm hmmm hmm hmm hmmm" Irvine hummed Jimi Hendrix's "Castles Made of Sand" as he approached the Liverpool base. He was directly on top of the mobile suit hangar and there was no sign that he had been detected yet. If he was, there would have been a ton of Aries on him already. He knew that would changer in a few seconds. He pressed a few buttons and the chest chamber opened up. He released three of the six missiles on top of the hangar. He was sure that even before the missiles hit the alarms went off.

An officer in the observation tower yelled, "What the hell has happened?!"

"We don't know! Nothing appears on the radar!"

"Switch to infrared!"

"It appears to be a mobile suit!"

"You're right...a rather large one. Say your prayers. It's a Gundam."

"A Gundam!? Should I send out-"

Before they could even get another word out, a missile had hit directly into the observation tower and everything exploded in a fiery mess. "Score!" Irvine yelled. "That'll buy me some time."

Yeah, or so he thought. In less than fifteen seconds, Leos and Aries surrounded him. A screen appeared in the lower corner of his camera. "State your name!"

"No reason to introduce myself to the dead." Irvine's face was immersed in darkness.

With those words, the image disappeared and the mobile suits opened fire onto Noir. Irvine smirked and flew higher. The mobile suits raised they're fire, but not before Irvine could open destroy two of them with his vulcan cannons. Noir was hit from behind by a firing squad of Aries. Noir turned around and wield his beam axe. He cut one Aries from top to bottom and another from bottom to top. Irvine laughed and yelled, "No one can defeat the Great Irvine!" Irvine, while stuck in his self-gratification, was attacked right in front of himself. Two missiles collided into his chest and Noir hit the ground with a thud. Irvine was rocked and startled by this attack. Irvine flew into the sky and started slicing into Leos easily. Three Aries rose into the air and fired their sub-machine guns at him. Noir was hit repeatedly with bullets. Noir released the remaining of the missiles, destroying two of the Aries. Irvine gave out a howl as he dismembered the remaining Aries.

"Damn...that was harder than I thought. I need to be less cocky. Damn it all to hell. Noir took too much damage. The CSC is going to have my ass for this one." Irvine flew his now pitiful looking mobile suit to the Mediterranean Sea to get repaired.