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The Assassins' Lament Chapter Seven: The Escape

'Be careful Wolf…" Falcra said as she continued to run. She was still being followed but she dared not look back. Wolf had told her to get out of there and by god she would. She changed directions going down one hall then quickly switching to another in a feeble attempt at loosing her pursuers. Her legs were beginning to get tired but she wouldn't stop for anything. If she stopped then she would surely be dead. She was trained for this and she knew what to do and how to do it. She'd been through worse many times before and as she ran she let the memories invade her thoughts…

(FLASH)

"Let me go!!!" The small child shouted from the back of a van. She was being held by a tall brown haired woman as she flailed around madly. The woman seemed quite unimpressed.

"Why does he insist on getting toddlers?" the woman asks, "At four they can barely talk properly."

The little girl kicked her in the face angrily, "PUT ME DOWN!"

"That's it… I've had it! I'm going to…" the woman started.

"We're here. Cool your jets Kaisha," the man driving said.

"Hurry up and grab this brat before I decide to throw her through the window.

The man sighed and walked to the back of the van opening it up and grabbing the kid from "Kaisha". The child showed her anger by kicking him in the face. The woman laughed as she walked away.

"Kaisha… Where are you going?" the man asks.

"You seem to have it all under control. Have fun" she said as she continued to walk.

Several minutes later the man shoved the tiny child into a dark, damp room and closed the door locking it behind him. The small girl looked around at the dark room and began to cry.

"Hey… Don't cry… That won't do no good," came a voice from the corner. The little girl looked up and backed herself against the wall. There she curled up into a ball and began to cry again.

"We won't hurt you… We're friends," came another voice.

"Go away," she sobbed.

"Where we gonna go? We're all stuck here," the first voice said as someone walked out of the shadows at the back of the room. It was a young boy about her age. He had brown hair and emerald green eyes. He seemed nice enough.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"My names Triton," the young boy says.

"And I'm Dillia," comes another voice as a young girl comes out of the shadows. She had long blond hair and light blue eyes.

"I'm Hillarin," the young girl said quietly.

"Welcome to your new home Hillarin," the boy said as he reached out his hand to help her up.

She sobbed at the words but took his hand. He lifted her up and smiled. The other girl smiled as well.

(FLASH)

The little girl, only six years of age, running through, what looked like a desert. No cover, no way to hide your tracks. She could hear the sandy footsteps behind her. They were getting closer. The sand was weighing her down but it didn't seem to be weighing her pursuers down much. She growled slightly and pushed herself forward. She wasn't one to give in. She pushed the pain and the breathlessness into the back of her mind ignoring everything but the urge to get away.

"You can't run forever kid. Fight us and get it over with before you run out of energy to fight," came a voice from behind her. She closed her eyes. She didn't want to fight. She didn't want to hurt anyone. She just wanted to be left alone… She just wanted to go home.

She kept running trying to send the thought of home to the back of her mind. It didn't work. She wanted so badly to go home. Home to see her parents and her sister. She just wanted to go home and see her family. The family she loved.

She was thrown out of her thoughts as someone from behind her jumped and grabbed her around the waist dragging her to the sandy ground below. She yelped then pushed her head out of the dirt spitting out sand as she did so. The man that had dragged her down was still on top of her. He grabbed her by the wrists as he got up and dragged her back to her feet roughly.

"Fight," another man said as he glared at her. The other man let her arms go and she backed up a bit. She shook her head from side to side and closed her eyes. The man growled at her. She felt something hit her from behind and she fell to her knees. She whimpered slightly as she opened her eyes. The four men that had been chasing her were now in a circle around her.

"Get up and fight," one of them said.

"NO!" she shrieked. That was the last thing she had the chance to say. This time they didn't stop to repeat their request. She soon lost consciousness.

(FLASH)

The same young girl, about ten or so this time. She waited quietly on the balcony of a large building, waiting… waiting for the moment… waiting for her cue. She watched as a tall brown haired man made a speech. This man was the target. Seek and destroy…

The man was speaking about peace and how much the earth and colonies needed it. What a joke… Peace didn't exist… it was an illusion… there was only rule and war… She knew that just as well as the next person.

She was jerked out of her thoughts by a male voice on the other end of her headset, "Target acquired… Preparing."

"Affirmative," she whispered back readying her long-range gun just in case something went wrong. As she did so she heard another "affirmative," from her headset. Everything was ready. In a few seconds all hell would break loose.

"Fire in the hole," came the male voice suddenly as the man who was speaking suddenly went wide-eyed and collapsed to the ground in a heap. The people in the building let out screams of horror and other such things and the guards around the place began to look around for the culprit. Other guards went to the man's side but could do nothing for him… he was already dead.

"I think we've overstayed our welcome. I'll meet out outside," came the male voice once more.

"Affirmative," the young girl said. Thankfully, the young girl was in civilian clothing. It wasn't hard for her to just walk out of the place like any other person. With all the havoc no one even seemed to notice her.

(FLASH)

Shots began to fire and she shook her head clearing her thoughts again. Her ears rang and her teeth chattered but she kept going. She needed to get to Preventers HQ. She saw light up ahead. It was a window and it was her way out of there. She smirked slightly as she dashed right for the window. The men and woman following her gasped as she through herself into the window shattering it and fell towards the ground below. They ran to the window to see what had become of her but she was nowhere to be found.

Meanwhile at Preventers Headquarters the gundam pilots and other high-ranking members stood in a room investigating a tape they'd just received in the mail.

They watched as a blurry image of what looked like a man talked to them on the television screen, "I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news but I thought it right to warn you. With all these assassinations lately I fear the worst. I believe that the legendary Shadow Assassins are back in business. They use to be known as the greatest assassins on earth and the colonies. They where never seen, never caught. Some people believed it to be coincidental. That the assassinations where all done by different assassins but when officials investigated they found out some rather interesting things. These assassins were able to fire at such a far off distance that most people would never even be close to their target yet these assassins hit dead on. You may say that this too is a coincident. So did many other people but I assure you they are real… and they are dangerous. They were trained to seek and destroy their targets. They will not give up until they are either dead or their target is. There are three of them. Assassins 01, 02 and 03. Their only mission in life is to serve their organisation… Zeon."

"Zeon?!" Heero said going wide-eyed. Zeon had once been a strong organisation like Oz but Zeon had been far more forthcoming with their intentions then Oz and with good reason. They had fighters unlike any seen before. Some people said that they trained their fighters at a young age. Trained them to fight and win.

"On the disk I sent you is some information that I have gathered about these three. Be careful. They are very dangerous and masters of manipulation," the man said, "Good luck Preventers," with that the screen went blank.

"Who was that man and how did he get this information?" Heero asked narrowing his eyes slightly.

"It doesn't mater. What maters is what's on this disk," Lady Une said as she held up the disk the man had been talking about.

"Well lets see what it says then," Duo said.

"Right."