"Wave bye bye, Heero!" The captor taunted as he shook Heero's limp wrist up and down with the black bandana still wrapped around his mouth and head lolled. He laughed and used Heero's body as a shield so the pilots couldn't fire any bullets unless they wanted to risk injuring their ally and friend.

"Damnit!" Duo shouted as he collapsed on the asphalt, the car now long gone through the maze of streets that made up the city.

Chapter Seven:

Heero opened his deep blue eyes and looked around still groggily, blinking away the remained of the strong sedatives in his bloodstream. His now cold-looking eyes took in his surroundings as his training always suggested. He was in a dark room, lying on the barren floor and he made out a few objects in the room, bolted down strongly. He looked down at his wrists and saw angry bruises appearing underneath the tight metal that clasped them together.

He sighed heavily, closing his eyes and thinking back to everything. If J was here now, he was certain he'd be retrained due to his carelessness. He didn't doubt his judgement though; hopefully Srei made it out all right. He never let himself down for leaving her.

"Hey, Lochie!" The little girl who he had come accustomed to call his sister came rushing up to him. She waved at him, jumping over some clumps of glass that were in the way of her obstacle. She jumped and landed on him like a cat, only sending him into the soft grass.

She giggled but Loch looked at her with a saddened expression. The bruises on her arms did nothing to brighten the mood either. She followed his eyes to the bruises and quickly hid them behind her back, ashamed. She looked back at him and blinked when he pulled her into a swift and unsure hug it seemed.

"L-Loch?" She returned the warm embrace. "What's wrong?" She pulled away and then she looked deeply into his eyes. "Please tell me, what's wrong?" She questioned again after noticing his lack of response. He looked away, the bruises he had also on his arms fading slowly as the days went on.

"Boy." A tall man walked up to the young boy and looked at him, waiting. Srei looked with confused eyes at Loch. The tall man had blonde hair and he was wearing a uniform. Srei looked at slight disgust at the man, a soldier's uniform she noted.

"Srei, I-" Loch was about to begin, now not showing any emotion.

"Kid, we have to get going. Now." The older man commanded, dragging the boy off before he could even say good bye properly. Srei knew this would happen one day, but he was only five years old, too young to leave her at such a tender age.

She fell down to her knees, collapsing with tears streaming down her face. "L-Loch…" She whispered through sobs that racked her body. "Come…come b-back…" She whispered, praying God would hear her. "Please…." Her plea died in the wind.

The door opened and light assaulted his eyes. He blinked once, his eyes instantly adjusting to the new light quite quickly. A shadow was in front of him and he could do nothing to dodge the fast kick aimed for his stomach. He just bent his body inward so it wouldn't impact so hard.

The eyes, which Heero could easily imagine being red with fury and rage, stared at Heero unrelenting. "So, boy." The person said. "You ready for the task that you lived for ever since you were born?"

Heero glared back, making the person chuckle as they bent down to flash something in front of his face. In the small and slightly tattered picture, a woman was dancing in a blue dress. She only looked to be about fourteen years old and those honey tresses could betray no one.

His eyes widened slightly as he tried to quell his fear that she had been captured also. His mind only registered one word; 'Relena!'

"Well, soldier boy knows 'er eh?" His enemy chortled darkly. "You will do what we command." He said sharply after Heero refused to respond. "The operation will commence at 14:39 standard. Your uniform is on the bed. If you don't want this lil' angel to die, I suggest you get crackin'. It's 14:09 right now." The person got up and left with the door closing and Heero being alone in the dark.

The door opened again as Heero was getting up and some armed soldiers went in a pulled out a key and restrained the teenager, unlocking him swiftly and exiting just as fast as they entered. Heero got up and walked over to the bed, looking at the clothes he was to wear.

The uniform was almost like Mariemaia's only his was black. It had a 'T' on it instead of a 'M' on the band. He sighed and sat down, putting on his uniform as he sat down again, thinking.

He bowed his head. He could let Relena die and then save the UESN from collapsing from the Tresser's family Revolution, or he could go along with them, let Relena live, and then peace would die. 'Crap.' Heero thought as he realized he didn't really have a choice. He would have to leave it to the other Gundam pilots. He placed his hands on his head, sighing in exasperation. His mind wandered to Duo and he groaned, 'I'm doomed.' Were his thoughts.

Then the door opened and some soldier's saluted him and he rose to his feet, hoping that Srei would get out of here since they couldn't do the operation without the girl. Relena and the other Gundam pilots would need to get captured too to be kept out of the way.

What was he going to do?

TBC

Author's note: Thank you everyone who wrote reviews! This story will be coming to an end shortly, and hopefully since that will be another to the completed category. (Yeah! One less to work endlessly on! OO) anyhow, reviews will encourage me to update this story more, and hopefully of course. Uh…yeah, happy holidays to everyone!

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