Usagi knew that things weren't going to go her way the moment she infiltrated the Oz Base. It was to quiet… which she had learned from experience usually meant that something was going to go wrong. She had spent days scooping this place out. Check to see when her target was on base. Infiltrating the base to see what was the best entrance and exit point, locating more information of the troop levels, weapons supply, and obtaining a copy of the base lay-out. Still, things hadn't gone the way she wanted.
It started out simple enough. Kill some high ranking Oz Technical Specialist, who was creating a program that would analyze weaknesses in the Gundam's defenses…something the Doctor's and she had agreed could not happen.
It was easy to get on base, over one fence, under some electrical fencing, knock-out gas a few guards and she was set. The hallways where familiar to her, after all she had poured over the blueprints and run through them for days now, it felt like she had done this a million times before.
At last she came to the door she was looking for. First on the list… steal the disk for the new program so that work wouldn't be able to continue on its development. The door was unlocked, she moved into the dark room. The only real light in the space was from two computer monitors and various blinking lights on towers and process servers. There hunched over his desk was her target.
It was easy to get the disk and even more simple to wrap her hand around her face covering his mouth, bring a knife up to his throat, and drag the blade across his carotid artery and jugular. The wound would bleed him dry in no time and the liquid would short out the computer's he'd been working on. She whipped her blade on shirt and headed back to the door… when it opened.
"Dr. Marcus, We'd like to see how your work is coming." The voice was loud and head authority.
Usagi knew that the shit had hit the fan. The lights in the room came on, the Major's eyes landed on his dead Tech Specialist and on the fried computers. Then they moved to her. He didn't have time to react, he gun was out and a bullet penetrated his skull right between his eyes, blowing blood and brain chunks all over the two men behind him.
They were the next to go. One got a double tap to the chest, the other took off running down the hall. She pursued him. She had almost caught him when he turned the corner and run her right into a group of five soldiers.
Usagi didn't hesitate. She pulled her other gun and opened fire from two 9mm. The soldiers didn't have a chance. Usagi was methodical. The last one alive, she caught in the Femoral Artery, knowing that he had only moments to live she dragged his body toward her.
"Are there any more copies of the Gundam program?" Her voice was icy. She could feel his blood coating her leg and hip but she didn't move. She shook the man, hard, when he paused in answering.
"N…no…" His voice was weak and his skin was pale. Usagi let his body toward the floor. The man caught himself on wavering knees. Usagi grasped either side of his head and with one sharp movement, snapped his neck. His body fell to the floor like a rag doll.
The way to her Exit point presented a few problems. Guards had stationed at every doorway and the hall was filled with panicked Oz personal. She managed to slip through the traffic relatively unseen. With a stolen lab coat to cover her bloody clothes and weapons, she looked just like all the other techs. Three guards had gathered that she was not who she said when they caught her exit, but they were… dealt with. At last she was free of the Oz base. It was a quick run to where she'd stashed her bike and she was off.
When she got home she took stock of her appearance. Her stomach, right leg, and right hip were covered in blood and her face and neck were speckled with arterial splatter. She could feel that sock inside her right boot was wet with blood and the blood on her shorts was drying, leaving them sticky and hard.
Usagi entered the house. It was about one in the morning. Quatre was probably sick with worry. She started up the stairs when she heard Quatre's voice from the living room.
"Usagi is that you? We were worried when you didn't get home in time for dinner." His voice sounded deeper than normal, filled with concern.
She walked slowly to the living-room; she held her head high. Quatre knew what she was… he knew what she did; it didn't mean she wanted to come to him looking like this, but she had no choice. She stopped the door way and looked around. Quatre sat on the coach with his friends, a pot of cold tea on the table before them. They stared wide eyed at the blood decorating her body.
Usagi couldn't bear to see her brother like this. She couldn't bear the idea that he would judge her… that she might have disappointed him. She ran from the room. Quatre's shot up, he moved to go after her, but a strong hand on his shoulder stopped him. Heero stood behind him, Quatre nodded, and Heero rushed after Usagi. It should have been odd that the Heero went after her. It was well known that out of all of them he was the least in touch with his feelings, yet… it felt right.
He followed her up the grand stairs, and down the hall way toward her room. When she finally reached her room she flung open the door. Moving around the room with lighting speed she grabbed her clothes, and some money. Heero walked in just as she threw all of the stuff she had collected into her bag. She turned around about to charge through the door, but stopped cold in her tracks. Her soft yet firm voice broke the silence.
"Please move." The seriousness of her voice sent chills through him.
"No!" he said in a tone that rivaled hers.
"Please. I just need to get out of here for a little while. Get my head on straight then I can face Quatre." Her barrier cracked. Tears pooled in her cerulean eyes. Heero looked at her, for some reason her pained called to him, begged him for comfort. He stepped forward and wrapped his strong arms around her.
"The worst thing you could do to is leave. Quatre would be out of his mind with worry. You know how he is… he's like a mother hen." He whispered as he held her close and she reveled in the comfort of his embrace. After about ten minuets she moved from Heero's embrace.
"Thank you." Was all she said, as she stood up she looked at her self and Heero. The still damp blood on her chest and in places on her shorts had transferred to his clothes, not to mention the prolonged embrace had left them wrinkled and unkempt.
"I'm going to change, you do the same and meet me here in ten minuets" Heero looked at himself and nodded before heading out of the room.
After about ten minuets, Heero came back and knocked on the door, when no one answered he placed his ear to the door. Inside he heard cursing in several languages, then the door opened and Usagi stepped out. She wore a black sweater and a pair of dark blue jeans. Her hair was damp and in a sloppy bun at the back of her head. Her was face was freshly washed. She looked Heero over and smiled, he wore faded blue jeans and a green tank top. They slowly walked down stairs together. The moment they entered the living room, Quatre stood and embraced his sister. His embrace was comforting and accepting… different from Heero's a moment ago, but just as important.