Yes, I know... it's shocking... SHE'S ACTUALLY UPDATING DUO'S CHILD 2 DIRECTLY AFTER SHE UPDATED IT YESTERDAY! (gasps and dies of heart attack). Well, hope you have fun! Hehe... heh... hrm... I'm trying to write like, 5-7 stories at once here so bare with me, people!

ENJOY THIS CHAPTER! WHO YOU ALL HAVE BEEN WAITING SO PAITIENTLY FOR HAS FINALLY ENTERED!

Wings of Destruction
Chapter 19
In The Name of God: Part 2
"Psst—Chris," Vincent called out in a hushed whisper. They were currently ducking beneath two tiny windows, preparing to open fire when the moment came and until then listening into the conversation.

Chris looked over at him from the window he was crouched beneath. "What?" He whispered back.

"You have enough ammo?" Vincent asked. Chris nodded. "Good—you may need it."

The look on Chris's face told Vincent that he had only fired a gun when he was in training with the scientists. He had never even shot at a person before. Chris's face pale and he swallowed hard.

"Do I… do I have to kill them?"

Vincent shrugged his shoulders. "If they fire at you fire back."

Chris looked away then and breathed deeply. This was going to be a new thing to him; he didn't want to back down now, however.

"Alright… now there's the status probe," Justin muttered to himself as he closed the window of the command screen and brought up the tracer. "And here's the outcome."

He smirked as the target was located on the outskirts of Manna, another small town like brandy, surrounding the outer edges of Winner. He zoomed in on his tracking system, hacked into the satellite and found just what he was looking for. Four tiny dots blinked together, at once, in synchronized motion, in one little spot.

He frowned. "Odd… I guess they're hiding out together."

Justin raised his head and looked out over the horizon of the city skyline he sat above; breaking into the highest tower of Brandy was hard enough but getting to the rooftop without being seen and without setting off the alarms had challenged him. But he had to reach the top to get his tracking system to work completely.

Damn computers didn't know how to work efficiently no matter the era they lived in.

"Ready?" Vincent muttered. Chris gave him a worried, frightened look before breathing deeply and nodding. "Now!"

"What was that?" One of the men from inside the house called out.

Vincent shot to his feet and started to fire, first shooting out the window, and then shooting the chest of the man before him. Chris also shot to his feet and began firing away. More men raced into the room where the gunfire was ringing out and withdrew their guns but Chris had a dead aim when he shot some of them out of their grasp. Vincent, on the other hand, had shot one in the kneecap and made him collapse then another in the wrist and had him gripping it in pain.

Chris turned and glanced around when he heard more shouts. More men were coming out from the side of the building and running up to them. Sucking in all of his might he put the wall to the side of his body for protection from the other gunners and took aim, shooting out the rifles of the new men who came at them.

A few of them screamed as he struck their bodies, some of them winced as the gun flung out of their grasp and stunned them. Vincent turned and started to back Chris up, firing away besides him, and suddenly no body was left to shoot. Chris swallowed hard and began to lower the gun in question.

"I-I don't get it—is that it?"

"It can't be," Vincent muttered.

He abruptly began pacing in the direction where the men had come from before he was suddenly tossed backwards. He fell and another man—a soldier—stepped around the corner and aimed a gun at his face. Vincent was sprawled out on the ground, stunned, and stared up at him, his own gun forgotten and somewhere on the ground around him.

He wasn't sure what happened at that moment. One minute, he was heading around the corner to check on the status of more men and was punched straight in the face, pushing him backwards to the ground; then the next, he saw a gun in his face, heard Chris scream, and saw the man's face get half blown away. Vincent cringed and tore his gaze away from the bloodied face that had just decided to impale itself upon his memory.

"Bloody fuck," he murmured, looking at the ground and spotting his gun. He reached out for it and grabbed it then shot to his feet and skittered away from the collapsing body, the face landing right where his stomach would have been.

"Dude," Vincent muttered as he backed up to where Chris stood, still aiming at the spot in the air that had once been the man's face. "Nice shot."

He glanced at Chris and paused; the poor boy was pale to the bone, his face stunned into shock, and his body shaking. His eyes were huge, his mouth drooped open, and his lower lip was quivering.

"Chris?" Vincent mumbled. "You okay?"

"I-I k-killed him," Chris stuttered out. "I shot him and I killed him."

Vincent stayed quiet and watched as the younger boy slowly began lowering the gun, staring intensely at the lifeless body he had just shot the face of. He swallowed hard, unable to believe what he had just done.

"I kill him."

"You had to," Vincent murmured softly to help sooth the boy's growing nerves. "If you hadn't he would have killed us both."

Chris, the gun still dangling in his right grip, nodded and slowly started forwards. His eyes glazed over suddenly and he began walking towards the body then stepped over and it and continued walking.

Vincent raised his arm and shouted out, "Chris!" But Chris no longer heard him and continued walking in a blind confusion. Vincent sighed, knowing that he shouldn't let Chris go off alone but also knowing there was nothing he could do to help the poor boy; he still had his objective to finish and the only way to complete it would be to carry it out on his own and exterminate any evidence there was.

With one last look at the back of the younger boy's body as it became smaller and smaller Vincent turned around and headed towards the front of the house.

Swallowing hard, Justin glanced back down at his computer screen then back up to the suburban neighborhood before him. It didn't make sense; he followed the directions accordingly and it had brought him to suburbia; but why? Why would people hiding out stay in the middle of a neighborhood where they could easily been seen?

Then again, he already knew the answer before his mind had pondered the question. They were being searched for anymore and even if they were found out, with so many civilian eyes around them they'd be safer than they would be hiding out in the forest, knowing that nothing would happen to them if there were any witnesses.

"Unless Synodd would kill the public to exterminate the witnesses," Justin mused. He took a deep breath, shut the lid of the laptop, and then stuffed it under the seat of his jeep. He pulled around to a parking spot on the park only a street away and exited. He knew he wasn't going to bring any good news to these guys but he had to try anyways; besides, what's the worse that could happen?

Uno narrowed her eyes and lowered herself to the ground. The forest around her had helped to shield her from any sights of the four hunters and with the help of her camouflaged clothes and gun, there was no way she could be seen. Hell, even her braid had blended in with the rest of her attire; however, she dyed her hair a dark green to make it look like snake, in case they do look in her direction.

Slowly, she readied the rifle and aimed at the first hunter, waiting for him to step away from his group so she would have a clear shot. She had only a certain amount of bullets for these four men so she didn't want to fuck things up; plus, the woods carried sound to a distance and if somebody on the outskirts of the city and the forest were to hear gunfire they'd immediately call for help.

She narrowed her eyes as the blond stepped over a tree limb, the crunching sounding out beneath his thick boot. Uno grinned; this was just like hunting for deer.

She fired and the man collapsed to the ground, grapping his ankle.

"Ah God!" He screeched out. His comrades ran up besides him and frowned. "What the fuck was tha—"

His voice was cut off as Uno sent another bullet to his body, this time between his eyes. The three remaining comrades spun around, rifles in the ready, and darted their gaze; they found nothing.

"Who's out there!" One of them had shouted. Uno felt he was disturbing the peace so she sent a bullet between his opened lips and blew a hole straight through his head. The other two jolted backwards as the second body collapsed, bloodied in its own way.

"Fuck this," another murmured. Both hunters split and tore through the woods. Cursing herself, Uno shot to her feet with her gun in her hands and took off after one of them. She hadn't expected them to run; they were Synodd hunters after all!

"Fuck," she murmured as she leaped over a tree limb and sprang to action the moment she returned to the ground. Her dark green, snake braid flew behind her in the wind that picked up, her face began to break out in sweat as the painted camouflage colors only heated her body up more, and her clothing began to weigh her down.

"How the fuck," she mumbled out as she spotted the hunter just up ahead of herself, "do deer hunters run in this shit!"

The man slowed to a halt and spun around, frantically in search of a place to hide in this sudden gap of the woods he found himself in. Uno slowed to a halt as well and ducked behind a tree. A smirk came to play on her face as she took aim with the gun and narrowed her eyes. He would never know what hit him.

She waited until he turned around and when he had, she pulled the trigger and watched as he flung back a few feet and collapsed to the grounds below.

"Easy," she spat out softly. "No more harder than slapping flies with a swatter."

Uno turned away from the sight and began back where she had come from, the gun held closely to her body. She had only two bullets left; she couldn't miss.

But like she would anyways?

She eventually reached the spot where the first two bodies laid and she felt to chuckle; the other, final hunter had returned to look up on his dead comrades.

"What a fuck," she murmured out on purpose. The guy froze and shot a glance around the woods, fear clearly etched in his gaze.

"Who's there?"

"No one to be of any service to you," Uno muttered out as she stepped out of the brush and raised the gun to aim at his face. She stopped of about five feet away from him and glared as her rifle took aim.

"I-I don't get it," he muttered as he took a step back, forgetting that he had a gun of his own. "This was supposed to be a quick operation—just one wolf and we're out."

"Tell me," she paused as she allowed the audible click of the next chamber in the gun to load. "Why is Synodd needing a wolf; what purpose do they have for one?"

"I-I don't know," he stuttered out. "The Science Department had said that they're planning on creating realistic looking machines but," he paused and realized what he was doing. As if another personality took over, a flicker of hatred coursed through his eyes and he reached for his gun.

"But you don't stop me!" If he was anywhere faster than he had been when he stumbled about to bring the gun up to aim Uno wouldn't have gotten him. But he had been a bit too slow and she managed to fire in the time it took him to just grab the gun with both hands. His eyes rolled to the top of his head and he fall backwards.

Uno sighed and lowered the gun. "You people disgust me."

Justin took a deep breath and raised a hand to the air. Curling in his fingers, he knocked on the cream colored door. The sound of it sounded throughout the inside of the house, from what he could hear, and muffled after a moment. The house was a simple one-story, nothing big about it, with cream colored, wooden siding and a brown shingled roof. The front yard was vast and green with one tree in the middle, casting shadows all over the lawn. On the driveway sat an old Jeep Wrangler, black and scratched up.

He almost wondered how it could be that four ex-Gundam Pilots would live in such a place.

The door opened slowly and he saw a face that looked much like his own when he stared into a mirror. His brows creased together, realizing who it was from his childhood lessons.

"Who are you?" The emotionless voice questioned.

Justin swallowed back and returned the question with one of his own. "Heero Yuy?"

The cold eyes suddenly narrowed and the door opened just a little more. Justin lowered his gaze and saw the nuzzle of a gun peeking out besides his left hip, between his body and the door. Justin returned back to the ice cold gaze and raised both of his hands into the air.

"Hey—I'm unarmed here," he spat out. "I've got word about Uno."

That apparently triggered something behind the man's expression as the door flung open and he glared the younger boy.

"Inside—now!" He commanded. "And if you're not alone I'll shoot you dead on the spot."

Justin nodded, putting his hands back up in the air. "The only gun I have is tucked behind my back and I came alone."

"Get inside," Heero demanded. Justin nodded and stepped inside the darkened portal, suddenly wondering why the inside of the house was so cold and dreary while the outside was warm and inviting; usually it would be the other way around.

Heero slammed the door shut behind him and the sound of it had caused Justin to return to him, startled at what this man still had to fear. Then again, they were hunted for, for quite some time.

Another body came around a hallway just four feet away and paused. The moment Justin saw his face he froze; the man had the childish face that Uno had, the brown hair that Uno had, the black clothes that Uno had, and even the long braid that Uno had trademarked.

"Who are you?" Heero's voice urged once again and this time Justin heard the click of the gun. Duo backed up a foot and furrowed his brows. Down the tiny hallway before him, where Justin could see the living room, two more bodies came out. One person looked very much like Chris—with the kind expression only wavered a little to look like fear—and another who held a gun dangling at his side.

What the fuck—did these guys think I wanted to try and kill them? Justin thought to himself.

"Well?" Heero growled out. Justin heard the click of the chamber cocking back and he turned back to the ice cold, ex-pilot of the Wing Zero.

"I have news about Uno," Justin muttered. He heard a soft gasp and turned to see Duo's face widen with shock.

"How did you find us?" Justin turned to face the other man with the gun in his hand; his voice was soft yet determined to know the truth of the matter. His brown hair was out in front of the face in the old fifties hair style and for a moment, Justin swore it appeared to have covered half his face.

"I uh—I tapped into the satellites and tracked you guys down," Justin admitted.

"How?" He turned around to face Heero's intense gaze. "How did you do that?"

Justin swallowed. Geese, they're making me a nervous case here!

"It's not hard once I tap into the EA-System and malfunction the security codes, by pass the outlining system, and trigger the alarms for the colonies all at once," he explained. Heero's gaze softened and the gun slowly began to lower. "It's not hard after that, as all the authorities for the colonies would be freaking out—I can just find what I need then system shut down the rest so they couldn't ever trace it back to me."

Heero smirked then and clicked out of the chamber rounds then stuck the gun back behind him. "You know what you're doing."

Justin shrugged, "I've taught myself and it wasn't hard as it sounds. I just had to get over the binary process and after that I've got it all done."

Heero nodded and pushed away from the door after locking it and headed into the living room. Justin saw the other two had already moved away and he frowned when he saw Duo hadn't moved one bit.

"Uno—you have news about Uno?" Justin nodded and Duo looked as if he were about to faint.

"Step in here," Heero commanded. Justin followed suit and stepped into the living room. Heero motioned for him to take a seat in one of the arm chairs and he did so. He saw the other two—Trowa and Quatre—already sitting on the couch and Duo stepped in afterwards to take a seat besides them. Heero sat on the other arm chair and glared over at him.

"What did you come here for?"

Justin lowered his gaze for a moment then raised it back up to Duo. "You know she thinks you're dead," he muttered out. Duo's expression softened to a pout and he lowered his face eyes to his lap, where his hands were locked together and his fingers were fidgeting like crazy.

"I know," Duo muttered.

"Why did you seek us out," Quatre had asked kindly. Justin turned to him and stifled a smirk; Quatre reminded him of Chris so much! Taking a deep breath, Justin lowered his gaze back to his lap and frowned. He minus well say what the real reason was.

"Uno… she won't listen to reason or to anyone," he muttered. "I've done what I could—Mandy's done what she could—but it still hasn't helped." He took a deep breath and raised his head to glance up at Duo. "It's like she has to fight in order to keep breathing; like a fish has to swim to stay alive."

Duo lowered his gaze back to his hands. Justin bit his lower lip and stared at the ground between all of them. There was more to tell them but how would he explain it? How would he explain to them that Uno had tried to kill herself?

"I uh... I tried to get her to see that if she didn't slow down she'd get herself killed," he muttered. He sighed. "She won't relax and take things lightly. Everything she says is a threat—every breath she takes is to quicken her pace. I know all her thoughts are towards this war because when I explained to her that she was out cold for several days I saw the expression on her face actually turn to one of a humane feature—she was shocked."

His voice was a whisper when he murmured out, "She looked human."

Justin raised his head and frowned. Duo was looking at Heero and Heero was hanging his head. Why would Heero feel bad?

"You said she was out cold?" Quatre murmured. Justin looked over at him and now Heero and Duo looked at him as well. He nodded and explained.

"Mandy needed to go to the scientists for a reason and Uno took her," he paused to sigh. "All I know is what Mandy had told me and on the way back there was a drive by shooting. Mandy got off unharmed but Uno was the driver and she even said they appeared to be aiming for her and her alone."

Duo clenched his eyes tightly and hung his head. Justin sighed and sulked. He knew he had to go on and he also knew it would hurt them; but it had to be done.

"She apparently forced herself to stay awake. She drove the van through the compact car and escaped. The car exploded when they were away and she sped through the woods—tearing up the car on the way—and by the time she dove through the cabin doors I was amazed she made it as far as she had. Her body was drenched in her blood and she was covered in bullet holes," Justin paused to take a deep breath. "I don't know how much I was able to sustain it but Vincent helped me on giving her blood—since no body else could have."

"Why?" Duo muttered out, on the brink of tears. Justin raised his gaze to Duo's glassy eyes, filled with fresh tears. "Why do you want to help her?"

Justin frowned and stared back at the ground. "Because I saw she is actually human beneath her mechanical mask," he replied. "I learned about her and all of you in my youth in school and when I met her I was stunned at how well she picked up from you." He raised his gaze to look each one in the eyes before returning to the floor to continue.

"But… when she shot through the doors, half dead and hurt, I saw for the first time that she was, indeed, human and she looked just as scared. I don't know, call it human nature," Justin shrugged, "but I knew that if Uno would have died Synodd would have somehow gotten away. Why else were they always chasing after her?"

Heero nodded. "They always had been trying to kill her. Ever since they learned about her existence they've tried to eliminate her… figuring they couldn't they turned to the rest of us."

"Yet you escaped," Justin muttered. Heero nodded. Sighing, Justin felt it was time to ask. "What happened to Theresa and Ricky?"

This got their attention. They raised their heads and stared at him. Justin pouted and frowned when he saw Duo had a tear streak falling down his cheek.

"She murmurs their name when she's unconscious."

Duo nodded and swallowed hard. "Theresa was her best friend—her first and technically only friend until Ricky came around. We all thought she and Ricky were a great team as they would always compete against each other and the two of them got close."

"And became a couple," Heero added in sullenly. Justin nodded.

"Did you know he was looking for a flaw?" Duo stared at him in silence, his mouth slowly gaping as his brows creased in wonder. "He always competed against her in school and tied against her, trying his best, so he could find a flaw with her and use it to his potential—but he never found one and his job got harder."

"H-how do you know this?" Duo muttered out.

"I went to Winner Academy and tapped into the backup generators to read up on their records on the office computers," Justin explained. "I read their files."

"You're quite talented when it comes to computers," Trowa commented. Justin shrugged.

"Well… I found a weakness with Uno. She didn't know how to piece together a part for the B-Compound Component. She didn't know what mechanical parts to connect in order to start with the computer parts."

Duo sighed and Heero softly said, "Did she not look at her screen?"

Justin shrugged and practically blew the question off. "Probably not—she was in a rush to get out. I told her what to do then left."

"What do you want from us," Duo murmured. All gazes went to him as he slowly lifted his face and stared back at Justin. He was so confused and lost that he wasn't sure where he was even going anymore. For years he's always been lost in this world but after what happened last year he wasn't even sure if he could go on any longer.

"Why did you seek us out?"

Justin took a deep breath, ready to get to the point. "I need you to contact her."

"We'll only get in her way," Trowa mumbled. Justin glanced over and saw he had looked quite frightened and Quatre swallowed hard. "We can't do such a thing—we never enjoyed being blocked when he fought."

Justin shook his head. "I don't care—if you don't," He returned to Duo. "If you don't then she'll eventually kill herself." He saw Duo swallow hard and knew saying the next statement wouldn't be a good thing to do but also knew it had to be done.

"She's already tried," he murmured, lowering his head.

It was a good five minutes of all five of them sitting in silence before Duo raised his voice and said, "When and were and we'll be there."

Chris swallowed hard and took in his surroundings. Whores stood at the corners, littering the streets with their obnoxious fumes and trashy bodies while the other amounts of the public were from the gangs that were near by. He stopped at the corner and looked around. There was a bum staggering around in the alley closest to him and a man—a thug—was slowly following him.

Chris narrowed his eyes and gripped his gun hard, still having it in his grasp from earlier. The body he had recently shot was history in his mind, a memory to remind himself that he was no longer an innocent soul if he had slain the life of a man so quickly—so easily.

The thug ran out of the alley with the cash he stole from the bum in hand and darted around. Chris growled and raised his gun as the man spun around the corner and saw him. He froze.

"H-hey man, l-lighten up," he stuttered out. "My wife needs help to pay the medical bills for our son."

Chris knew he was lying, that the man only wanted drug money, but it didn't stop him from pulling the trigger as it once would have. Instead, he fired and shot the man four times in the face before lowering the gun. It was empty now and he flung it away to the trash cans. The body fell in a lifeless thud and Chris stepped up to it.

He smirked. "Good—I didn't get the clothes." Grabbing the hands of the corpse he dragged it back into the alley and stripped the dead body down. He changed and dressed in the thug's clothes the tosses his aside to the ground.

Chris wrapped the bandana around his head and grinned as his narrowed eyes gazed around the scene before him. There were whores smiling and flirting with each other and, upon stuffing his hang in the pocket of the black leather jacket, found he had enough money to spend on one.

The nearest whore was dressed in a red mini-dress with a thick white fur coat on and white knee-high boots. Black curly hair encased her head and her face was painted in shades of orange and brown. Chris stepped up to her and scanned her body quickly, slapped a hundred dollar bill from his coat pocket into her hand, and dragged her off towards a hotel room.

He didn't know what he was doing but as he made his way with the whore that night and lost his virginity, he found that in order to survive in the world, his old self—old, innocent, and naïve Chris had to die.

Wow... Chris has changed much like Quatre did when Zero took over him! I guess... if u think about it... shooting somebody when you're an innocent 'boy' like Chris will have an effect on somebody. Hehehe