Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, but the plot is mine. Spiffy, ain't it? Red Tail

A Perfect Collection by Red Tail (to Uplifted)

A young teenager, a boy around the age of sixteen to be exact, looked with his deep prussian eyes down the corridor. His unruly mahogany locks fell over his deep colored eyes, which captivated a lot of people with their depth. Those that looked close enough even found their poetic self to name it as a raging sea of emotions. Emotions that the 'perfect solider' as he was trained to be wasn't allowed. If his mentor, J, ever found out about the whole emotion thing, there would certainly be some problems and he would have to relive his ever-so-pleasant childhood.

Taking a deep breath, Heero stealthily made his way down the sewer pathways that were slightly full of satanic water. The smell was really bad, one that none hoped to encounter, but Heero was on a mission. Sure the war was over, but he now worked for the Preventer's at times. Not full time, but he still took orders from Une a lot. Whenever there was something that her other workers couldn't do, then she called in the heavy artillery, meaning him and/or the other Gundam pilots.

Whenever there was a situation all he had to do was hack the database, despite Une's protests. Not even the others Gundam pilots skills on building firewalls would stop him. So Une gave up and made sure to keep really classified information that he wasn't suppose to see elsewhere, not in a database that he could hack of course.

Recently, there was a serial killer out on the loose. Well, serial killer in some ways. There was no rhyme or reason to his actions and he didn't know the people as suspected so he couldn't be a murderer from a hate crime or anything.

So far, he had been yet to be caught. He killed with a certain style that left the police baffled. Each incident was different, how the body was killed and there were few repeats of a person's death. Obviously, this person wanted to show people how many different ways there were to kill a human whether by making them too hydrated or down to choking on a blade of grass by inhaling one and blocking the trachea.

Of course the teenager, who was only about 5"7, was first thought of for the mission. His cool headed demeanor and his expert skills made his perfect for this. The only set back was one thing about him. When he was trained as a child to become the 'perfect soldier' he had to be like an emotionless robot. Thus, he took everyone's life higher than his own. He didn't care if he were to live or die, but that itself is another story.

His swift feet made their way quickly down the passageway. The only sound he made was the occasional splash of water. He turned sharply, making his way towards a crack in the wall. His lean and muscular body easily slipped through the wide crack as he disappeared into the shadows.

His breath seemed to catch in his throat when he looked at the fading light in the room. 'Jackpot.' His mind whispered almost to him as he let his soldier senses take over him as he became wary of every sight, sound, even the smallest detail and he immediately looked around to surveillance from his spot. Just incase he needed an escape route and the way he entered was trapped or blocked. The light exhale of his breathed blew upon the lower hanging bangs of his hair, moving it slightly.

Even in the dark he could distinguish the shapes and forms of bodies that he had captured. Heero looked with disgust at the huddles forms of people locked in glass cages, labels and information tacked to the wall and some taped to the glass. It was sickening how a person such as this serial killer would want to collect people. Heero's eyes narrowed at this. The man's motives were still unclear, but no one could be sure of this. He was just dubbed insane due to his erratic and irrational behavior.

A person in the sound proof glass looked up, noticing a new occupant in the room and crawled over to the glass on all forms like an animal. 'He sure did break them...' Heero's mind registered as his machine-like mind registered more and more information that may be of help with the capture.

The lights flickered and then it was dark. He silently yet quickly drew his weapon, an MP5. Then the lights slowly were resurrected and a shadowy figure, which wasn't there before, appeared. He quickly jerked his gun, taking aim as the resounding click of a safety being pulled off from his gun echoed in the walls of the catacomb.

"Impossible." A man with long shaggy brown hair said with disbelief dripping in his words. "No one would be able to find this hide away!" He shouted, his mad ravings bouncing off he walls as the figure that edged towards the glass moved away, distancing itself from the two people outside the cages.

"Think again." Heero said coldly. "By the Preventers, you are under arrest." He stated like a robot. The man didn't seem to be listening at all but seemed to be soaking up every bit of detail of Heero's body. He was mumbling to himself and even held a crazed look in his eyes.

The man tensed slightly before throwing his head up into the air and laughing. A sadistic tone ringed in it, but none the less, Heero never wavered his guns barrel from his target. Sane or not, this man would be brought back to Une. She wanted him alive, but after this, Heero would go back into hiding. 'Why does she always want them ALIVE?' His mind sighed heavily to itself while the other half paid attention to his prey.

"Who the hell do YOU think you are?!" The man questioned after the laughing fits had stopped abruptly. "Don't you know who I am?!" Just the thought of who he was had already scared many bounty hunters away.

Heero didn't respond and the serial killers expression turned from a mad man's to that of a very serious businessman. "I take that as a yes." He said, cocking his head slightly at the mysterious person in front of him. "Why would..." He trailed off as if trying to remember something. "Ah, yes! Why would Une of the Preventer's send a mere child, a teenager to befell a man of superiority? She must really be getting desperate." He said sadly with the raise of his eyebrows.

Heero didn't budge an inch, or say anything to this matter. Why should he? It would only distract him from his mission. "The real question," He stated with cold ice lingering in his emotion-devoid voice, "Is if you will come willingly or not?"

The man let a grin plaster onto his face again, one that looked almost like he would snarl at the young former pilot. There was a certain look in his eyes that made the perfect soldier look leery at him for a moment before brushing the useless feeling aside.

TBC

Author's note:

Well, I started another story sigh , yes, again. Well, I hope I get spiffy reviews for this like my other stories. Let me know what you people thought about it! . Red Tail