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Don't deprive me of my obsessions because you want more money than you
already have.
A/N: Why do the fun-to-write fics 'never' get many reviews? Is it some government conspiracy? I knew it . . .
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Invalidated Fatality
Chapter 5
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01 sat on the metal bed, his aching head in his hands. Dr. Robinson had increased the amount of medication, which did not settle well. 01 could hardly walk in a straight line. They said this would only be temporary - soon, they would be able to go back to the regular dosage. Until then, 01 would have to suffer. He lay down, closing his eyes and going to sleep to escape the agony that tormented his waking hours. Damn them all.
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Two days later, 01 stood emotionlessly at attention before his commanding officers. He felt nothing. He thought nothing. Dr. Robinson sighed - this is what they had done. They had turned a talented, headstrong young warrior into a mindless killing machine that no longer had it's own . . . anything. It was a waste, really. More people like him were needed in the world, but their organization required that these people be eliminated. The organization wanted to dominate the Earth Sphere, and in order to do so, all possible rebels must be destroyed.
The colonel gave 01 his orders and sent him out. Then he turned to Dr. Lake. "That shit won't wear off, will it?" he asked.
The head scientist nodded. "Of course it will. But if we get enough into his system, it will last for nearly a month, then a year, and if we continue the dosage, it could last for the rest of his life. Providing he lives that long."
"Alright," the colonel replied, "but how about right now?"
"He has to return in five hours - three or four because he is strong. The next dosage we give him should last two days."
"Of course." the colonel turned abruptly on his heel, snapping orders at one of his men. "Call 01 back at 0400 hours. Tell him to report to Dr. Robinson."
"Yes, sir!"
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It was 0100 hours. 01 stood before the expansive Preventers Headquarters. His orders were to destroy it, but to bring back Lady Une and Relena Peacecraft alive. His mechanical mind shifted to his battle plan as he examined the building. Reaching into the interior of his black trench coat, 01 pulled out a semi-automatic machine gun. He narrowed his eyes, calculating every move he'd need to make and how quickly. He had to return to base in three hours, so time was limited. 01 made his first move.
From an upstairs window, Lady Une watched him. She turned to the four young men standing in her office. "Gentlemen," she said calmly, "Heero Yuy has returned. This time, he's trying to kill us. You will act accordingly."
Preventers HQ was easy to infiltrate. The hallways were mostly deserted, and no alarm system went off, although he could see the security cameras. Something was wrong. He was told that the building would be occupied by the Preventers nightshift. It was full of Preventers even just the night before. He heard a click behind him and turned. He knew where it came from - a stairwell to the side, apparently going down to the basement. He narrowed his eyes, kept his guard up, and continued in the direction he was heading. Every instinct in his body told him to turn around and leave, but the only thought going through his head was his orders, which seemed to be on "endless cycle." Everything else came naturally.
Another click. This one came from one of the many cubicles in the middle of the room. 01 stopped, his mind calculating where it came from. He heard the hum of several computers, the whirr of the ceiling fans, but . . . there it was. Three cubicles ahead, a faint shadow on the cubicle wall moved. 01 drew a silenced pistol from the back of his pants and headed for the elevator just across from said cubicle. He pushed the up arrow, watched the metal bar that followed the elevators progress drop in its gauge, and shot at the cubicle just as the elevator dinged into place. Then, without even turning around, he boarded the empty elevator, selected his floor, and was gone.
"Son of a . . ." Duo hit his knees, clutching his stomach as Quatre and Hilde ran up from the basement to help him.
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Ding. 7th floor. 01 walked into another empty office area, glanced around, and walked down the hallway to his right. The third door caught his eye, and he pushed it open. Inside stood a girl with sandy brown hair, calm blue eyes, and a sad smile. 01 froze when her eyes met his.
He must have been standing there a while; by the time he could feel his heartbeat return, footsteps were running down the hall. 01 lowered his gun and turned away from the girl. She looked almost surprised, and his heart paused again when he saw her eyes fill with tears. He glanced down the hall and ran. Several Preventers followed closely.
The window was hard to break, but 01 had the technology. It shattered, stinging his arm, which he had used to cover his face. He heard the Preventers skid to a halt.
"What is he doing!?" One of them exclaimed.
"You idiots," a colder voice replied. "He's going to jump." The young Chinese man watched as 01 did indeed jump out the shattered window.
"He doesn't have a parachute . . ." Another Preventer muttered. "He'll die."
Wufei snorted. "No he won't. I doubt he'll even break a bone." He turned around sharply and yelled down the hall, "He's on the street! Someone follow him!"
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Review, please, or you will become a zombie minion, and I will use you to fulfill my desires . . . Destroying the world, doing the dishes, cleaning the litter box . . .
A/N: Why do the fun-to-write fics 'never' get many reviews? Is it some government conspiracy? I knew it . . .
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Invalidated Fatality
Chapter 5
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01 sat on the metal bed, his aching head in his hands. Dr. Robinson had increased the amount of medication, which did not settle well. 01 could hardly walk in a straight line. They said this would only be temporary - soon, they would be able to go back to the regular dosage. Until then, 01 would have to suffer. He lay down, closing his eyes and going to sleep to escape the agony that tormented his waking hours. Damn them all.
~~~~
Two days later, 01 stood emotionlessly at attention before his commanding officers. He felt nothing. He thought nothing. Dr. Robinson sighed - this is what they had done. They had turned a talented, headstrong young warrior into a mindless killing machine that no longer had it's own . . . anything. It was a waste, really. More people like him were needed in the world, but their organization required that these people be eliminated. The organization wanted to dominate the Earth Sphere, and in order to do so, all possible rebels must be destroyed.
The colonel gave 01 his orders and sent him out. Then he turned to Dr. Lake. "That shit won't wear off, will it?" he asked.
The head scientist nodded. "Of course it will. But if we get enough into his system, it will last for nearly a month, then a year, and if we continue the dosage, it could last for the rest of his life. Providing he lives that long."
"Alright," the colonel replied, "but how about right now?"
"He has to return in five hours - three or four because he is strong. The next dosage we give him should last two days."
"Of course." the colonel turned abruptly on his heel, snapping orders at one of his men. "Call 01 back at 0400 hours. Tell him to report to Dr. Robinson."
"Yes, sir!"
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It was 0100 hours. 01 stood before the expansive Preventers Headquarters. His orders were to destroy it, but to bring back Lady Une and Relena Peacecraft alive. His mechanical mind shifted to his battle plan as he examined the building. Reaching into the interior of his black trench coat, 01 pulled out a semi-automatic machine gun. He narrowed his eyes, calculating every move he'd need to make and how quickly. He had to return to base in three hours, so time was limited. 01 made his first move.
From an upstairs window, Lady Une watched him. She turned to the four young men standing in her office. "Gentlemen," she said calmly, "Heero Yuy has returned. This time, he's trying to kill us. You will act accordingly."
Preventers HQ was easy to infiltrate. The hallways were mostly deserted, and no alarm system went off, although he could see the security cameras. Something was wrong. He was told that the building would be occupied by the Preventers nightshift. It was full of Preventers even just the night before. He heard a click behind him and turned. He knew where it came from - a stairwell to the side, apparently going down to the basement. He narrowed his eyes, kept his guard up, and continued in the direction he was heading. Every instinct in his body told him to turn around and leave, but the only thought going through his head was his orders, which seemed to be on "endless cycle." Everything else came naturally.
Another click. This one came from one of the many cubicles in the middle of the room. 01 stopped, his mind calculating where it came from. He heard the hum of several computers, the whirr of the ceiling fans, but . . . there it was. Three cubicles ahead, a faint shadow on the cubicle wall moved. 01 drew a silenced pistol from the back of his pants and headed for the elevator just across from said cubicle. He pushed the up arrow, watched the metal bar that followed the elevators progress drop in its gauge, and shot at the cubicle just as the elevator dinged into place. Then, without even turning around, he boarded the empty elevator, selected his floor, and was gone.
"Son of a . . ." Duo hit his knees, clutching his stomach as Quatre and Hilde ran up from the basement to help him.
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Ding. 7th floor. 01 walked into another empty office area, glanced around, and walked down the hallway to his right. The third door caught his eye, and he pushed it open. Inside stood a girl with sandy brown hair, calm blue eyes, and a sad smile. 01 froze when her eyes met his.
He must have been standing there a while; by the time he could feel his heartbeat return, footsteps were running down the hall. 01 lowered his gun and turned away from the girl. She looked almost surprised, and his heart paused again when he saw her eyes fill with tears. He glanced down the hall and ran. Several Preventers followed closely.
The window was hard to break, but 01 had the technology. It shattered, stinging his arm, which he had used to cover his face. He heard the Preventers skid to a halt.
"What is he doing!?" One of them exclaimed.
"You idiots," a colder voice replied. "He's going to jump." The young Chinese man watched as 01 did indeed jump out the shattered window.
"He doesn't have a parachute . . ." Another Preventer muttered. "He'll die."
Wufei snorted. "No he won't. I doubt he'll even break a bone." He turned around sharply and yelled down the hall, "He's on the street! Someone follow him!"
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Review, please, or you will become a zombie minion, and I will use you to fulfill my desires . . . Destroying the world, doing the dishes, cleaning the litter box . . .