Chapter 11- Assassination Attempt
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What's going on? ... I see double for some reason...
"Snap out of it!" Slap! The brown haired pilot rubbed his hands on his face where a red mark in the shape of a hand had formed. He looked at his leader and glared. "What was that for?"
"To get you to wake up."
"It wasn't necessary."
"Yes it was. Don't argue with it."
"It still hurts..." Alex continued to rub his face and looked at his arm. The sleeves of the Preventor jacket were partially burnt off, and the zipper was torn off. Great... I wonder how much this will cost to fix. As the glance passes by the zipper, he saw that his khakis were scuffed up with some of the pants buried under sand.
"You know the saying 'No pain, No gain.'" Alex death-glared Hilde after she said that. "Don't look at me that way. You were the one who went off on a Rambo mission. Completely disobeying the operation perimeters."
"I'm sorry already!" Alex painstakingly rose up. Whoa... I'm more tired than I thought.
"A sorry isn't good enough!"
"Well, excuse me. I wasn't trying to get you involved!" The brown haired pilot pulled off the left side of his jacket, and let the right side fall off.
"What do you mean?"
"That mobile suit used to belong to the people that captured me. I vaguely remember the pilot, but that suit I won't forget. It managed to pin down Icedig, the last time I faced off with it. I wouldn't allow a Taurus to get close enough to it. That's why! Call me what you will, but at least I probably saved you twice against that suit! So sue me, if you want! I don't care!"
The dark-blue pilot blankly stared at him. "Well..." Then, something caught her eye. "Alex! Watch out!"
"Wha ..."
A sharp pain ran through his neck. The next moment, his eyes rolled up and his helpless body collapsed to the ground.
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Hilde was horrified as her comrade plummeted to the sand below. She had seen a man dash up and karate chopped Alex right in the neck. Her eyes were glued to Alex, while she pulled out her pistol. The pistol had hardly been raised to shoulder height, when the attacker kicked the gun out of her hand. He then forced her down to the ground with a swift back kick to her legs. The next thing the dark-blue haired pilot saw was a gun pointed in her head.
"Identify yourself, or die."
"The same with you." This skirmish went so fast that she barely got sight of the person, but now on the ground she had a distorted view of him. The man had short black hair with a hint middle age on his face.
"Identify yourself, or else." The hammer of the gun was cocked.
"I am Preventor Lumin. I work for the..."
"A Preventor, huh?" The hammer slowly moved forward, but the gun didn't fire. "You don't have their uniform."
"Me and my partner are in a special team. We don't wear the same stuff." The man turned his head toward the unconscious Alex. "I take it, he is your partner?"
"That is correct."
"Show your verification." She motioned toward to her front left pocket, as the gun kept its target. The man crouched down and grabbed Hilde's ID card. The man skimmed over the ID card, front and back. He gently placed the card back into the pocket and holstered his gun. His right hand gently lifted Hilde back to standing position. "It's real. I apologize for causing you and your friend trouble."
"Trouble? My friend is unconscious and that is all you say that. How dare you!"
The emerald-eyed man stared back at her without a care. "I had to make sure that this wasn't an assassination plot against my client."
"What did you say?"
"I'm a bodyguard." A slim figure approached from further up the beach, but neither of the two saw this person.
"What would make mobile suits an avenue for an assassination plot, anyway?"
"It's because my client is against the use of them. It would be ironic if she were to be killed by one, and I take great care to not let that happen."
Man this guy is some sort of nutcase. He has to be lying, I mean seriously.... Lumin cautiously observed him and kept her guard up. "Who would need such protection?"
The slim figure continued to approach the two of them. The figure had dirty blonde hair to her waistline, and a white formal suit, similar to that of dignitaries.
"The vice foreign minister."
"You mean..." Hilde's mouth almost dropped. Don't tell me we landed in the Sank Kingdom?! I should have been paying attention to where we were heading.
Relena reached the two of them on the beach and looked at the smoldering-carcass of Icedig, as it laid partially buried in the beach. She slowly turned to look at the Taurus next to the wreck, and then stared at the Preventor and the bodyguard. Her glance came to Alex as he laid face first in the beach.
"That's right, Relena Dorlain is my client."
The mention of that name left Hilde breathless. She hadn't seen Relena since she had left Battleship Libra, almost four years ago.
"You over did yourself." Relena's voice loomed over the two, and they turned toward the voice. "Diel, next time, don't try to kill everyone."
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The elderly, gray-haired Eizo grimly leaned back in his chair and exhaled a puff of smoke. His right arm slowly lowered to the height of his chair's arm. The videophone on his desk had static all over the screen.
"Yasuo, you heard what Orza said?" The old man glared up at the ceiling.
"Every word of it."
"This isn't something I wanted to hear. Not at all."
"I know. I thought he was dead as well."
"Damn Ito! Why didn't you kill him like you said you would?!" A vein grew on his forehead, and the cigarette in his right hand snapped in two.
"Don't get worked up like that. Your health isn't good, remember?"
The old man cooled himself down, and looked back at the videophone. "I'm very well aware of my health, thank you." The sarcasm behind those words was hard to miss.
"I didn't want you to die on me. Not this close."
"It just concerns me that 235 is still alive. He is a big threat to this plan."
"Yes, and no doubt the Preventors are having suspicions about this colony as well. I'm guessing they rescued him to use him against us. Even the Preventors aren't stupid enough to waste such a weapon." The speaker stopped as though to think of what to say next.
"Do you know the philosophy about weapons falling into enemy hands?"
"Destroy 235? But... We could still..."
"NO! He is too dangerous to risk such a strategy again. It cost us our only battleship, one council member, and along with an army. I refuse to make that mistake again."
No response from the other side.
"I want him dead. Do you understand me? Dead!"
"Ok. How do you want it done?"
"Silent Wind should be perfect for this operation."
"He is still doing you that favor."
"Oh yes, I forgot... then send out another of your men. I don't care who, as long as 235 dies."
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"What happened exactly?" The vice foreign minister sat back in her armchair with a cup of tea on a French style table in front of her.
The dark-blue haired Lumin sat in an armchair across the table. "We were assigned to take out a blue mobile suit that had been taking out facilities in Europe and Asia. We successfully pulled off a surprise attack in the Caspian lowlands."
"How did you get here then?"
"Well... Preventor Snow took it upon himself to take on this blue mobile suit. It then became a chase through the Black and Mediterranean Seas. Which then ended on the Sank kingdom's beach. If I had known that we would have gotten here, I would have had Snow cut off the chase..."
"No one was harmed during the battle, but it would have been nice to have known of the presence of mobile suits in the area. There could have people there."
"I know, and I apologize for that. I will have a talk with Preventor Snow."
"Who is this Preventor Snow? I didn't recognize him on the beach."
"I can't tell you that information at this time." Relena stared her with a semi-serious look that would make anyone change anyone's mind. Hilde's right hand came up and covered part of her face as a sign of compliance along with frustration. "His name is Alex Cros. That's all I can say."
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Alex opened his eyes and saw nothing but white in front of him. "GAH! I've died and gone to heaven..."
"Not quite."
"Huh?" The white bed sheet in front of his face flew off and a pair of emerald eyes stared emotionless back at the aqua blue eyes. This man dressed in semi-casual clothes with a maroon shirt, and military fatigue pants on. Black hair shimmered from the sunlight that poured into the room.
"I apologize for what happened back on the beach." The man didn't do any head gestures as he said that.
"What... beach..." The nineteen year old tried to move himself up, but felt a sharp pain his neck. The pain stopped him cold. "Let me guess..."
"You were lucky I didn't kill you. A fraction of an inch off, and you wouldn't be alive. Instead, you are partially paralyzed."
"PARALYZED?!"
A slight, hollow chuckle came from the man. "It's only temporary. Henderson."
The teen let out a heavy sigh of relief, then his eyes shot wide open. "Henderson? ... Why did you call me that? ..."
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"You might be right about that kid." The man rested his glass on the bar. "Anyways, the name is Diel Wints."
"Alex ... Henderson." Alex reached up to shake Diel's hand.
Diel shook Alex's hand. "Alright, 'Henderson'." Diel got up, "See around kid." He walked away and vanished into the crowd.
'Odd guy,' Alex thought.
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"Diel Wints?"
"Yep."
"Oh... um... I guess I'm the one to be..."
"You don't have to apologize to me. I understand." The man got up off his chair. "Kids your age will lie on the spot to hide emotions. It's a simple fact."
"I'm still..."
"No need. Besides, you have other matters to deal with." Diel slowly headed to the closed door.
"What do you mean, 'other matters'?"
"Two of them. One is your leader, and the other is some technician." Diel started to turn the knob.
Not them... not now.... Alex panicked and tried to move his body, but only his head rolled side to side. "Stupid paralysis.... Don't tell them I've woken up. Please?"
"Too late for that." The black haired man opened the door, and two people were on the other side. "The pilot awaits you. Excuse me, I have business to attend to."
Diel bumped into Toki on his way out of the room. Toki got pushed back in a wall as the bodyguard passed by.
"Sorry... If I'm in the way..." Toki glared at the man as he continued down the hall. "What is your problem?!" He got no response. The guy is out right ignoring me... wonderful.
The grayed-haired technician lost sight of Diel as he turned around a corner. He let a sigh and turned around to face his team leader. But, she was already in the room. "Taking care of business again, I see..." He put his arms behind his head and walked into the room.
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A lush forest darkened the east side of the building that Alex was bed ridden in. Deer roamed around the forest on in search of ferns, and frogs leapt around for flies or other insects to eat. A green frog (with brown spots) landed on a mossy rock. It slowly wobbled up the rock as it gazed down the edge of the forest toward the building. It wobbled more up the rock as it looked around for insects. Its webbed feet slipped on the vertical edge of the rock, and plunged into a hollow area under the rock. The frog got back up to its feet and saw that the rock was nothing more than a aluminum framing with camouflage material on it. The panicked as it saw a hand swooped down at it. The poor frog fled in terror out of the hole it entered as it passed up the camouflaged barrel of an AWP sniper rifle.
A voice grumbled from under the rock, "Stupid frog...."
The man underneath the fake rock blended in with the darkness under the structure with the use of several camouflage paints on his face, and several layers of camouflage fatigue on the rest of his body.
After the frog had made its frantic escape, the sniper turned his attention back to his scope.
A crosshair with a red dot at the center of the scope focused on a brown-haired, bed-ridden person with the window frame on the side of the scope. The window itself produced some glare, but this didn't faze the man. He continued to focus on the bed-riddened man, and other people in the room; one being a dark blue-haired, nineteen year old female Preventor and another is a gray-haired, eighteen male year old who were right by the bed. Both of these people were yelling, one way or another, at the bed- riddened man
This is getting frustrating. ... First that black-haired man walks in as I arrive, and now this. ... Why can't people just leave this guy alone long enough, so I can make a shot and get out of here without being noticed....
For the next twenty minutes, the camouflaged man continued his vigil as the people continued to argue down in the room. The man's frustration only went up as the minutes wore on, but kept up his observations of the people.
Why don't these people just leave him!... Great.
The dark-blue haired Preventor began to leave and gestured for the other male to come with her.
This is it.... The crosshair refocused back on Alex's head. It's nothing personal, just another assignment.
The right index finger began to tighten against the trigger. He took one breath and began to pull the trigger back. Suddenly, light shined in his face and released the trigger while he glanced up. The camouflaged rock was gone, and sunlight had poured in.
What the hell!
A sharp pain came from his stomach as he tumbled to the right of his position. A black boot swooped down at his face, and the sniper managed to log roll out of the way. He stopped against a tree and jumped up into a defensive fighting stance. The camouflaged man didn't know what had hit him, and worse yet, as he frantically glanced around the immediate area, his assailant had disappeared out of sight.
Nothing but trees... A shadow moved just beyond some trees to his left. What's going on here? ...
A sudden movement in some nearby shrubbery alerted the sniper, and he turned to face it. Just as a man, dressed in a black spandex outfit, black trench coat, and black veil on his face, jumped out from behind the shrubbery and charged him; the sniper braced himself. The man dressed in black threw a right-handed head shot punch, but the sniper leaned back and below to dodge it. He then tried to knee kick the black man, and this missed as well. The black man threw a left hook, which the sniper easily dodged, but this time there was a weakness in the attack.
Bingo.
Not wasting any opportunity in front of him, the sniper delivered a hard upper cut to the other man's stomach. The black man rose off of the ground along with the veil, and underneath the veil was a ski mask with a bloodstain from the mouth area and out. Enough blood filled the stained area that some of it oozed out of the ski mask. As soon as the black covered man landed back on the ground, the sniper decked him across the face and sent him down a small hill.
The man tumbled helpless as he crashed into rocks and other forest debris. A little ways down, a light reflected off a Desert Eagle as it was flung off of the tumbling man. After several seconds of helpless tumbles, the man came to a stop at the base of a moderate tree, and laid face first in some dirt.
The sniper finally had some time to grasp a hold of the situation, and glanced down at the man who attacked him. The black trench coat and the veil reminded him of someone from his group, and it finally came to him who it was.
"Silent Wind."
The sniper cautiously began to descend toward Silent Wind. Silent Wind wasn't about to move from the looks of it, he noticed.
"Why in the hell did you try to interfere with my assignment?"
Silent Wind still didn't bung.
"Now that I think of it, don't you have your own assignment?" He gazed down at the man's motionless body as he continued to descend. "Now I get it. You were interfering to show me up? Huh? An old man knows better than this young sprite? Nothing more than an egotistical, old man."
The camouflaged man looked down at his feet and saw the Desert Eagle that had been dropped. He reached and grabbed with some humph behind it. The gun was heavy, heavier than he had expected, but still managed to point it toward Silent Wind.
"What's even more ironic, is that Yasuo's best man was defeated by his best sniper without a rifle. Don't you find that funny?"
No response.
"Guess not."
He eyed the pointer of the gun at Silent Wind's head, and pulled the trigger. The hammer cocked back, but only made a click sound. He examined the gun real quick and saw the safety was still on.
"Silly me. Let's try that again."
He lined up the shot again, and pulled the trigger. Again the gun made a click sound, and this time he frantically pulled the trigger.
"What the?!"
He turned the gun away from Silent Wind and pulled back the barrel of the Desert Eagle. The barrel was released back into its starting position, but still nothing. His glance turned to the handle of the gun as he tried to find a fail-safe device on it. There was only one little button on it near the butt of the handle. Seeing as it was the only thing that might solve this mystery, he pressed button and the ammo clip was released from its lock. The man pulled out the clip and looked at it. A shock came over his face.
There are no bullets in this gun. As the shock settled in, his face went pale as he looked back at the man he thought he had defeated. Silent Wind had his right arm on the ground to give him balance, and in the left hand was his second Desert Eagle pointed straight at him. The veil dangled with almost the look of a demon as the man stared in horror. A second gun... crap...
Silent Wind fired a single shot and violently sent the sniper to the ground.
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"Oh my gosh..."
Hilde could barely believe the sight in front of her as crouched slightly up a hill and overlooked a swarm of soldiers at work. An AWP sniper rifle pointed straight at Alex's bed with a fake rock jumbled next to it. She looked over at where some soldiers were carrying up a body bag, and then back down to the forest.
This doesn't make any sense to me. Why was this pointed at Alex's room... Unless.... No, that can't be.
As several soldiers surveyed the surround area for any evidence, Lumin spotted a middle-aged man as he feverishly ran up the trail. He pushed some soldiers aside and managed to get to the main area of the search. It was Relena's bodyguard, Diel, dressed in a typical bodyguard outfit.
"What happened here!? I came as soon as I heard."
"Diel, there was an assassination attempt." Hilde walked down the hill and met up with Diel.
"What?" The man had a trace of panic in his face.
This didn't surprise her though; she had learned that Diel had once been Heero Yuy's bodyguard from Relena's documents. This must be flooding his brain with that event so long ago. Poor guy.
Diel saw the body bag and seemed almost relieved. Almost. His glance at the AWP rifle got him concerned about the situation again. "Where was that rifle pointed at?"
The dark blue-haired Preventor walked over to where the sniper had been. "Snow's room."
"What?"
"That's right."
"Why would a sniper go after him?"
"That's a good question." She turned around glanced back at some of the soldiers. One that won't be answered until we bring that group down.
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What's going on? ... I see double for some reason...
"Snap out of it!" Slap! The brown haired pilot rubbed his hands on his face where a red mark in the shape of a hand had formed. He looked at his leader and glared. "What was that for?"
"To get you to wake up."
"It wasn't necessary."
"Yes it was. Don't argue with it."
"It still hurts..." Alex continued to rub his face and looked at his arm. The sleeves of the Preventor jacket were partially burnt off, and the zipper was torn off. Great... I wonder how much this will cost to fix. As the glance passes by the zipper, he saw that his khakis were scuffed up with some of the pants buried under sand.
"You know the saying 'No pain, No gain.'" Alex death-glared Hilde after she said that. "Don't look at me that way. You were the one who went off on a Rambo mission. Completely disobeying the operation perimeters."
"I'm sorry already!" Alex painstakingly rose up. Whoa... I'm more tired than I thought.
"A sorry isn't good enough!"
"Well, excuse me. I wasn't trying to get you involved!" The brown haired pilot pulled off the left side of his jacket, and let the right side fall off.
"What do you mean?"
"That mobile suit used to belong to the people that captured me. I vaguely remember the pilot, but that suit I won't forget. It managed to pin down Icedig, the last time I faced off with it. I wouldn't allow a Taurus to get close enough to it. That's why! Call me what you will, but at least I probably saved you twice against that suit! So sue me, if you want! I don't care!"
The dark-blue pilot blankly stared at him. "Well..." Then, something caught her eye. "Alex! Watch out!"
"Wha ..."
A sharp pain ran through his neck. The next moment, his eyes rolled up and his helpless body collapsed to the ground.
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Hilde was horrified as her comrade plummeted to the sand below. She had seen a man dash up and karate chopped Alex right in the neck. Her eyes were glued to Alex, while she pulled out her pistol. The pistol had hardly been raised to shoulder height, when the attacker kicked the gun out of her hand. He then forced her down to the ground with a swift back kick to her legs. The next thing the dark-blue haired pilot saw was a gun pointed in her head.
"Identify yourself, or die."
"The same with you." This skirmish went so fast that she barely got sight of the person, but now on the ground she had a distorted view of him. The man had short black hair with a hint middle age on his face.
"Identify yourself, or else." The hammer of the gun was cocked.
"I am Preventor Lumin. I work for the..."
"A Preventor, huh?" The hammer slowly moved forward, but the gun didn't fire. "You don't have their uniform."
"Me and my partner are in a special team. We don't wear the same stuff." The man turned his head toward the unconscious Alex. "I take it, he is your partner?"
"That is correct."
"Show your verification." She motioned toward to her front left pocket, as the gun kept its target. The man crouched down and grabbed Hilde's ID card. The man skimmed over the ID card, front and back. He gently placed the card back into the pocket and holstered his gun. His right hand gently lifted Hilde back to standing position. "It's real. I apologize for causing you and your friend trouble."
"Trouble? My friend is unconscious and that is all you say that. How dare you!"
The emerald-eyed man stared back at her without a care. "I had to make sure that this wasn't an assassination plot against my client."
"What did you say?"
"I'm a bodyguard." A slim figure approached from further up the beach, but neither of the two saw this person.
"What would make mobile suits an avenue for an assassination plot, anyway?"
"It's because my client is against the use of them. It would be ironic if she were to be killed by one, and I take great care to not let that happen."
Man this guy is some sort of nutcase. He has to be lying, I mean seriously.... Lumin cautiously observed him and kept her guard up. "Who would need such protection?"
The slim figure continued to approach the two of them. The figure had dirty blonde hair to her waistline, and a white formal suit, similar to that of dignitaries.
"The vice foreign minister."
"You mean..." Hilde's mouth almost dropped. Don't tell me we landed in the Sank Kingdom?! I should have been paying attention to where we were heading.
Relena reached the two of them on the beach and looked at the smoldering-carcass of Icedig, as it laid partially buried in the beach. She slowly turned to look at the Taurus next to the wreck, and then stared at the Preventor and the bodyguard. Her glance came to Alex as he laid face first in the beach.
"That's right, Relena Dorlain is my client."
The mention of that name left Hilde breathless. She hadn't seen Relena since she had left Battleship Libra, almost four years ago.
"You over did yourself." Relena's voice loomed over the two, and they turned toward the voice. "Diel, next time, don't try to kill everyone."
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The elderly, gray-haired Eizo grimly leaned back in his chair and exhaled a puff of smoke. His right arm slowly lowered to the height of his chair's arm. The videophone on his desk had static all over the screen.
"Yasuo, you heard what Orza said?" The old man glared up at the ceiling.
"Every word of it."
"This isn't something I wanted to hear. Not at all."
"I know. I thought he was dead as well."
"Damn Ito! Why didn't you kill him like you said you would?!" A vein grew on his forehead, and the cigarette in his right hand snapped in two.
"Don't get worked up like that. Your health isn't good, remember?"
The old man cooled himself down, and looked back at the videophone. "I'm very well aware of my health, thank you." The sarcasm behind those words was hard to miss.
"I didn't want you to die on me. Not this close."
"It just concerns me that 235 is still alive. He is a big threat to this plan."
"Yes, and no doubt the Preventors are having suspicions about this colony as well. I'm guessing they rescued him to use him against us. Even the Preventors aren't stupid enough to waste such a weapon." The speaker stopped as though to think of what to say next.
"Do you know the philosophy about weapons falling into enemy hands?"
"Destroy 235? But... We could still..."
"NO! He is too dangerous to risk such a strategy again. It cost us our only battleship, one council member, and along with an army. I refuse to make that mistake again."
No response from the other side.
"I want him dead. Do you understand me? Dead!"
"Ok. How do you want it done?"
"Silent Wind should be perfect for this operation."
"He is still doing you that favor."
"Oh yes, I forgot... then send out another of your men. I don't care who, as long as 235 dies."
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"What happened exactly?" The vice foreign minister sat back in her armchair with a cup of tea on a French style table in front of her.
The dark-blue haired Lumin sat in an armchair across the table. "We were assigned to take out a blue mobile suit that had been taking out facilities in Europe and Asia. We successfully pulled off a surprise attack in the Caspian lowlands."
"How did you get here then?"
"Well... Preventor Snow took it upon himself to take on this blue mobile suit. It then became a chase through the Black and Mediterranean Seas. Which then ended on the Sank kingdom's beach. If I had known that we would have gotten here, I would have had Snow cut off the chase..."
"No one was harmed during the battle, but it would have been nice to have known of the presence of mobile suits in the area. There could have people there."
"I know, and I apologize for that. I will have a talk with Preventor Snow."
"Who is this Preventor Snow? I didn't recognize him on the beach."
"I can't tell you that information at this time." Relena stared her with a semi-serious look that would make anyone change anyone's mind. Hilde's right hand came up and covered part of her face as a sign of compliance along with frustration. "His name is Alex Cros. That's all I can say."
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Alex opened his eyes and saw nothing but white in front of him. "GAH! I've died and gone to heaven..."
"Not quite."
"Huh?" The white bed sheet in front of his face flew off and a pair of emerald eyes stared emotionless back at the aqua blue eyes. This man dressed in semi-casual clothes with a maroon shirt, and military fatigue pants on. Black hair shimmered from the sunlight that poured into the room.
"I apologize for what happened back on the beach." The man didn't do any head gestures as he said that.
"What... beach..." The nineteen year old tried to move himself up, but felt a sharp pain his neck. The pain stopped him cold. "Let me guess..."
"You were lucky I didn't kill you. A fraction of an inch off, and you wouldn't be alive. Instead, you are partially paralyzed."
"PARALYZED?!"
A slight, hollow chuckle came from the man. "It's only temporary. Henderson."
The teen let out a heavy sigh of relief, then his eyes shot wide open. "Henderson? ... Why did you call me that? ..."
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"You might be right about that kid." The man rested his glass on the bar. "Anyways, the name is Diel Wints."
"Alex ... Henderson." Alex reached up to shake Diel's hand.
Diel shook Alex's hand. "Alright, 'Henderson'." Diel got up, "See around kid." He walked away and vanished into the crowd.
'Odd guy,' Alex thought.
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"Diel Wints?"
"Yep."
"Oh... um... I guess I'm the one to be..."
"You don't have to apologize to me. I understand." The man got up off his chair. "Kids your age will lie on the spot to hide emotions. It's a simple fact."
"I'm still..."
"No need. Besides, you have other matters to deal with." Diel slowly headed to the closed door.
"What do you mean, 'other matters'?"
"Two of them. One is your leader, and the other is some technician." Diel started to turn the knob.
Not them... not now.... Alex panicked and tried to move his body, but only his head rolled side to side. "Stupid paralysis.... Don't tell them I've woken up. Please?"
"Too late for that." The black haired man opened the door, and two people were on the other side. "The pilot awaits you. Excuse me, I have business to attend to."
Diel bumped into Toki on his way out of the room. Toki got pushed back in a wall as the bodyguard passed by.
"Sorry... If I'm in the way..." Toki glared at the man as he continued down the hall. "What is your problem?!" He got no response. The guy is out right ignoring me... wonderful.
The grayed-haired technician lost sight of Diel as he turned around a corner. He let a sigh and turned around to face his team leader. But, she was already in the room. "Taking care of business again, I see..." He put his arms behind his head and walked into the room.
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A lush forest darkened the east side of the building that Alex was bed ridden in. Deer roamed around the forest on in search of ferns, and frogs leapt around for flies or other insects to eat. A green frog (with brown spots) landed on a mossy rock. It slowly wobbled up the rock as it gazed down the edge of the forest toward the building. It wobbled more up the rock as it looked around for insects. Its webbed feet slipped on the vertical edge of the rock, and plunged into a hollow area under the rock. The frog got back up to its feet and saw that the rock was nothing more than a aluminum framing with camouflage material on it. The panicked as it saw a hand swooped down at it. The poor frog fled in terror out of the hole it entered as it passed up the camouflaged barrel of an AWP sniper rifle.
A voice grumbled from under the rock, "Stupid frog...."
The man underneath the fake rock blended in with the darkness under the structure with the use of several camouflage paints on his face, and several layers of camouflage fatigue on the rest of his body.
After the frog had made its frantic escape, the sniper turned his attention back to his scope.
A crosshair with a red dot at the center of the scope focused on a brown-haired, bed-ridden person with the window frame on the side of the scope. The window itself produced some glare, but this didn't faze the man. He continued to focus on the bed-riddened man, and other people in the room; one being a dark blue-haired, nineteen year old female Preventor and another is a gray-haired, eighteen male year old who were right by the bed. Both of these people were yelling, one way or another, at the bed- riddened man
This is getting frustrating. ... First that black-haired man walks in as I arrive, and now this. ... Why can't people just leave this guy alone long enough, so I can make a shot and get out of here without being noticed....
For the next twenty minutes, the camouflaged man continued his vigil as the people continued to argue down in the room. The man's frustration only went up as the minutes wore on, but kept up his observations of the people.
Why don't these people just leave him!... Great.
The dark-blue haired Preventor began to leave and gestured for the other male to come with her.
This is it.... The crosshair refocused back on Alex's head. It's nothing personal, just another assignment.
The right index finger began to tighten against the trigger. He took one breath and began to pull the trigger back. Suddenly, light shined in his face and released the trigger while he glanced up. The camouflaged rock was gone, and sunlight had poured in.
What the hell!
A sharp pain came from his stomach as he tumbled to the right of his position. A black boot swooped down at his face, and the sniper managed to log roll out of the way. He stopped against a tree and jumped up into a defensive fighting stance. The camouflaged man didn't know what had hit him, and worse yet, as he frantically glanced around the immediate area, his assailant had disappeared out of sight.
Nothing but trees... A shadow moved just beyond some trees to his left. What's going on here? ...
A sudden movement in some nearby shrubbery alerted the sniper, and he turned to face it. Just as a man, dressed in a black spandex outfit, black trench coat, and black veil on his face, jumped out from behind the shrubbery and charged him; the sniper braced himself. The man dressed in black threw a right-handed head shot punch, but the sniper leaned back and below to dodge it. He then tried to knee kick the black man, and this missed as well. The black man threw a left hook, which the sniper easily dodged, but this time there was a weakness in the attack.
Bingo.
Not wasting any opportunity in front of him, the sniper delivered a hard upper cut to the other man's stomach. The black man rose off of the ground along with the veil, and underneath the veil was a ski mask with a bloodstain from the mouth area and out. Enough blood filled the stained area that some of it oozed out of the ski mask. As soon as the black covered man landed back on the ground, the sniper decked him across the face and sent him down a small hill.
The man tumbled helpless as he crashed into rocks and other forest debris. A little ways down, a light reflected off a Desert Eagle as it was flung off of the tumbling man. After several seconds of helpless tumbles, the man came to a stop at the base of a moderate tree, and laid face first in some dirt.
The sniper finally had some time to grasp a hold of the situation, and glanced down at the man who attacked him. The black trench coat and the veil reminded him of someone from his group, and it finally came to him who it was.
"Silent Wind."
The sniper cautiously began to descend toward Silent Wind. Silent Wind wasn't about to move from the looks of it, he noticed.
"Why in the hell did you try to interfere with my assignment?"
Silent Wind still didn't bung.
"Now that I think of it, don't you have your own assignment?" He gazed down at the man's motionless body as he continued to descend. "Now I get it. You were interfering to show me up? Huh? An old man knows better than this young sprite? Nothing more than an egotistical, old man."
The camouflaged man looked down at his feet and saw the Desert Eagle that had been dropped. He reached and grabbed with some humph behind it. The gun was heavy, heavier than he had expected, but still managed to point it toward Silent Wind.
"What's even more ironic, is that Yasuo's best man was defeated by his best sniper without a rifle. Don't you find that funny?"
No response.
"Guess not."
He eyed the pointer of the gun at Silent Wind's head, and pulled the trigger. The hammer cocked back, but only made a click sound. He examined the gun real quick and saw the safety was still on.
"Silly me. Let's try that again."
He lined up the shot again, and pulled the trigger. Again the gun made a click sound, and this time he frantically pulled the trigger.
"What the?!"
He turned the gun away from Silent Wind and pulled back the barrel of the Desert Eagle. The barrel was released back into its starting position, but still nothing. His glance turned to the handle of the gun as he tried to find a fail-safe device on it. There was only one little button on it near the butt of the handle. Seeing as it was the only thing that might solve this mystery, he pressed button and the ammo clip was released from its lock. The man pulled out the clip and looked at it. A shock came over his face.
There are no bullets in this gun. As the shock settled in, his face went pale as he looked back at the man he thought he had defeated. Silent Wind had his right arm on the ground to give him balance, and in the left hand was his second Desert Eagle pointed straight at him. The veil dangled with almost the look of a demon as the man stared in horror. A second gun... crap...
Silent Wind fired a single shot and violently sent the sniper to the ground.
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"Oh my gosh..."
Hilde could barely believe the sight in front of her as crouched slightly up a hill and overlooked a swarm of soldiers at work. An AWP sniper rifle pointed straight at Alex's bed with a fake rock jumbled next to it. She looked over at where some soldiers were carrying up a body bag, and then back down to the forest.
This doesn't make any sense to me. Why was this pointed at Alex's room... Unless.... No, that can't be.
As several soldiers surveyed the surround area for any evidence, Lumin spotted a middle-aged man as he feverishly ran up the trail. He pushed some soldiers aside and managed to get to the main area of the search. It was Relena's bodyguard, Diel, dressed in a typical bodyguard outfit.
"What happened here!? I came as soon as I heard."
"Diel, there was an assassination attempt." Hilde walked down the hill and met up with Diel.
"What?" The man had a trace of panic in his face.
This didn't surprise her though; she had learned that Diel had once been Heero Yuy's bodyguard from Relena's documents. This must be flooding his brain with that event so long ago. Poor guy.
Diel saw the body bag and seemed almost relieved. Almost. His glance at the AWP rifle got him concerned about the situation again. "Where was that rifle pointed at?"
The dark blue-haired Preventor walked over to where the sniper had been. "Snow's room."
"What?"
"That's right."
"Why would a sniper go after him?"
"That's a good question." She turned around glanced back at some of the soldiers. One that won't be answered until we bring that group down.