AT: I write and I write. I continue to update simply because I have reviews, and I love them. Thank you, everyone. I cannot wait to hear your reactions upon this new installment.

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It was the witching hour, according to the fanatic Duo. But standing on a low rooftop, his hands shoved into his pockets while he watched the ground for people at midnight was definately not something Quatre would associate with the witching hour. "Who's turn is it?" The little blonde heard Wufei ask gruffly while he shifted noiselessly in his new silk 'tai chi' uniform. Quatre and Trowa had gone over the books, pouring out every little detail, and determined that each man had atleast 5 grand to spend on allowance that week. Since everyone's main desire had been toys and clothing, they had bought just that.New weapons and clothing. And of course it had been a good idea to test the weapons out tonight... but he had to credit that plan to the loudmouth.

"I believe it's mine. Heero and Trowa teamed up last, so that makes it mine. Unless you'd care to join me, Cat?" Duo voice sang soft and sweet, not literally singing, just to the Arabic's ears. "No thanks, go ahead D," Quatre heard himself say, and Duo's grin took on a malicious light. He tipped his hat, the universal Duo sign for thank you, and hopped from the rooftop to the sidewalk in one silent bound that would have most people gawking after him. Though his friend had his moments of talking too much, Quatre did love to watch and fully appreciate his almost unreal grace in action.

"What is he doing?" Heero hissed out, staring down at the road beneath them with the same hot and angry look that was occassionally being flicked Duo's way. The other three men looked to see what he meant, and found nothing wrong beside the street being devoid of any life beside the hunter. Duo, who had sagely chosen old clothing for the evening, ripped his shirt sleeve until it was half off, and winking up at them, he undid his chestnut braid and let it all hang wildly. Quatre had never seen Heero so angry, rather, he'd never heard it. His eyes weren't on the furious man two places away, but he slightly understood the rage. Of course the American had some captivating beauty before, a beauty that was definately harnessed and caged, but now the beauty was wild... wild and free and rampaging the street.

An older gentleman started down the street while Duo huddled, apparently broken, just under the lamppost and it's small halo of light. He couldn't have been aware of the four pairs of jeering eyes watching him, nor could he been aware of what was going to happen to him as he spotted the figure under the light, and began to hurry towards it. "My dear gel, are you quite alright?" They heard him ask in a nice English accent, and Duo sniffed hard, shaking his head. The man began to look around for help, and then reached into his pocket. At the same time as he brought the cellphone out, Duo's head lifted, his indigo eyes glittering with nothing anyone wanted to see if they were that English gent.

"Haven't got a signal, do you?" Duo queried, and the man, stunned, looked down at Duo before shaking his head. Of course there wasn't a signal, they had been oh so careful when choosing their hunting area for the night. This was a relatively peaceful area, and the fact that it was a deadzone had definately given it points. "I don't suppose you've got friends about, do you?" Duo inquired, and the man took a step back and looked around.

As broken as Duo may have appeared, his voice was strong and loud enough to be heard by his friends standing on the roof, patiently waiting for their show.

They didn't wait long.

The American tore into the old man with gusto, the freshly bought kamas singing as they swung back and forth... up and down... in and out of the wrinkled white flesh. The blood sprayed the entire sidewalk and pooled in the cracks while screams sounded through the area, ringing off the buildings. But no one came. Duo grinned up at his pals, licking the blood slowly off one kama while sinking the other deep into the man's side. He screamed still, as the 'innocent' had yet to stop playing and actually kill him.

Twirp! Twiirrrp!

Five angry faces glared at the pager on Heero's beltloop, and swearing in Japanese, he read his message. "Client at the house... if we don't let her in, she's going to break in." Said the angry Japanese man, curling his hands into fists. The announcement was loud enough for Duo to hear it, and as it spoiled his hunting plans, he started to curse blue streaks that would rival his boyfriend's. "Call her and tell her to go away." He shouted, and Wufei scowled down at him, "The onna isn't paying us mere trinkets. Honor demands we deal with her immediately." Their little blond sighed and leaned into Trowa, saying, "Wufei is right. Besides, we made the current budget around her, and if she's unhappy and doesn't pay as well as she has been, we'll be in the hole by three zeroes."

All five of them knew their money; how to budget and balance, make appear and disappear, and all of them understood the real value more than most people. It kept them running; not air, not food, money. Without money, Heero couldn't buy those army toys of his, Duo couldn't afford to go hunting for fun, Trowa wouldn't be anywhere near his knife collection, Quatre would be far from his dream mansion and Wufei ... well... Wufei wouldn't get whatever he wanted to get.

"Fuck, page her back. We'll be home soon."

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It was a nice home on the outside, and one would suspect a family lived there. A traditional family; hardworking Father, home-maker Mother, College-going Older Brother, Prom Queen Sister and Boyscout Little Brother. The Perfect family must live in such a perfect home. Elegeant two stories with basement and backyard pool, wrap around deck and beautiful crafted garden. The paint was white with soft blue trim, and at every window was a flowerbox. In every tree, there was a bird feeder. It was ideal, it was fantastic. In the drive, parked infront of the garage, was a family sized van, which was a topaz blue with a Hello Kitty shade in the front window.

She'd never seen a better hideout for a group of assassins.

Like all ideal houses, one would expect the key to be under the mat. But she did know better. Smiling, she used her skeleton key in the door and twisted it open a moment later, then quickly lashed her hand inside and punched a code in on the numberpad just by the doorframe. The lights in the house all flicked on and a chirping sound greeted her. Her smile couldn't have gotten any wider.

She knew better to walk in, right then, of course, and so she dialed in another three sets of numbers before there was a soft ding and the lights went out. "Smart work, Chang-san, Yuy-san." She complimented as she walked in and laid eyes, once more, on the setting inside. The walls of the living room were all a darker tan color with Asian touches here and there. Shoji wall imitations, bamboo plants and kanji characters across the furniture. "Yuy's favorite room, of course," The comment was tossed out only after she noticed the deluxe set up for the laptop just out of the window's line of sight.

AInto the parlor room she went, waiting peacefully for them on the armchair in the dark, her eyes bright, hands folded, and legs crossed neatly at the ankle.

They were home less than twenty minutes after they paged her back to tell her they'd be there. "Onna!" She heard a voice storm, and her lips tilted upwards in an innocent smile, they'd noticed she'd made her way inside. "Good evening, gentlemen. I hope you don't mind, I tire easily of waiting outside." Her voice was sweet and it echoed off the parlor walls into the foyer where they were, and angrily, two men came stomping in.

"How did you get past our system again? We upgraded it and changed the codes!" Chang Wufei was storming again, how quaint. She closed her eyes and tapped out the codes on an imaginary keypad, "Oh-one-oh-two-oh-three-oh-four-oh-five. Six-six-six-oh-nine-nine-nine-oh-two-seven-six. Seven-oh-oh-five-four. Oh-nine-eight-seven-two-one-oh-eight." Her eyes opened mockingly, "I give you credit for originality, but Chang-san, I am a very skilled hacker as you've noticed."

Chang and Yuy said nothing, just glared at her darkly. Her favorite assassin to deal with pushed between them and smiled innocently at her, though she noted the tightness right off the bat. "Uragiri-san (1), we're very pleased to see you again... but if my memory serves, we weren't due for another meeting until the eighteenth of next month?" He was very polite, Her eyes twinkled at Winner-san's undying loyalty to hospitality and manners. "Quite right, Winner-san, I am not due to be here until the eighteenth of July. However, there has been a change in plans. Along with the other Senshi, you are to kill me. Work me in wherever, but remember to kill me as well." Uragiri-san's words were suave and smooth, but mindblowing.

"Are you serious?" Maxwell-san exploded from the next room, and she lowered her head, hiding a grin behind her hand.

"Quite! You will not recieve payment until the entire job is seen to the end. And! You must retrieve from the Senshi of Pluto an orb that is blacker than the others she will have on her! Understand?"

Five heads nodded, and she rose to her feet, "Good luck then, Hellions."

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AT: There you go! Another chapter unleashed.

(1): Uragiri is Japanese for Betrayal, this is in no way a clue to the identity of the client.