As usual, standard disclaimers applied.

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Morning.

The most crucial thing for him to do as soon as he woke up was:

Stand at his balcony for 20 minutes to enjoy Vitamin E, go over to his washing closet to wash his face, brush and floss his teeth, mouth wash with Listerine for exactly 2 minutes, take a bath in a flower-filled bath tub and last but not least, standing half-naked in front of his cylindrical capsule, Pierre Wallace proceeded forward and his morning was thus complete.

The conditions of his room where he does the initial cleaning was filled with buckets and buckets of sunshine while his final morning routine next door was a dark, cold place with neon baby blue lights emitting and fading in a steady heart-beat like rhythm. The door behind him slid shut, blinding him momentarily.

After 30 minutes inside the capsule, Pierre stepped outside only to receive the shock of his life.

"Odin!" He exclaimed in shock, his hands busy knotting the towel which seemed to elude his slender fingers' grips, "I didn't hear you come in."

Odin looked older than he usually does, cuts which were professionally bandaged or plastered everywhere, smell of blood and gunpowder emitted heavily from him. He wore a bored, brooding look, lighting a cigar without a care in the world. Pierre pursed his lips and furrowed his eyebrows at the intruder.

"What brings you to my room and most of all, my lab, so early in the morning, you smelly man? You know I don't entertain anybody before 8:30?"

Odin looked at his watch non-chalantly, not even listening to the rude remark thrown at him without dropping the thing he was carrying over his shoulder.

"It's 10 to 8:30," he replied gruffly.

"Exactly, it's not 8:30 and I might have to push it to 8:40 if you don't give me my privacy," Pierre has always spoken in a French accent but that morning, he forgot his heritage and was talking in an almost true blue American slang that Odin speaks.

Odin stayed rooted to the spot and made a perfect 'O' out of his mouth with the smoke, not listening to a word the Frenchman had just uttered.

"8:45," Pierre said, glaring daggers at his guest. "We can keep this up all morning and Leonardo will never notice we're not around," he added prudently seeing how stubborn the older man can be.

Finally, Odin started to move; much to Pierre's relief; but in the wrong direction; much to his dismay. Conclusion? – definitely dismay. Pierre huffed a sigh of defeat, telling himself to be a gentleman and respect the elderly and all. He stormed to the exit but turned before he vacated the room to Odin who plopped the thing he carried at a far end of the lab.

"And stop that smoking at once before you sound zhe alaarm, you zilly man!"

The whole lab was bewilderingly bright for an instant and after the door slid shut; it was engulfed in complete darkness once more. Odin puffed some more as he waited for the scientist to come back, looking down at the corpse in front of him.

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It has been a few weeks since Zeimer Wargon; now known as Leonardo Peacecraft made his announcement. In L2, life went back to normal, thanks to the 'clear' which both Sally and Wufei had issued to the public as representatives of Relena's Medical Trust. As things turned out, people of L2 were definitely supporters of Relena Peacecraft. Though her whereabouts was unknown.

The streets were buzzing again as though nothing had happened; although the fact that changed was merely the existence of mobile dolls and that some people died because of an unknown bio-weapon. News of happenings in L2 broadcasted everywhere where people of the colonies hoped would attract attention from the Earth Alliance. Little did they know, no broadcasts or signals from the colony could ever reach earth; given the current situation.

Sally and Wufei were walking down the streets in a sea of people, all on their own. He walked ahead, holding her hand so they don't get separated. The team of Maguanacs with them had mysteriously deserted them without a word following the explosion of the hospital. So now, they're on their own.

That afternoon, they settled for lunch under a bridge. A canal ran under it. Wufei munched on his sandwich while Sally did a lot of food staring.

After 10 minutes with no development of her posture, Wufei decided to ask before things get ugly. A typical example would be her complaining how inconsiderate he was to not care about her or even bother ask what she was bothered about, "You wanna eat something else?" he asked innocently.

Sally slowly looked up at him munching on his food, smiled and took a bite of her food. A very small one. She wasn't looking at him and he was finding this little game a little silly.

He rolled his eyes heavenwards, "Is there something you would like to share with me? Sally?" there was definitely strain in his voice as he said that. Sally smiled inwardly at the thought of him trying to appear caring despite his ego and machoness. A side of Wufei which she knew made for her eyes only.

"Nobody is sick around here anymore." He wasn't too sure if that was a question or just a statement. Neither was he sure what she was getting at by saying that. Cars were passing by above them and from the sound of the engines, there was a traffic jam going on.

"That's a...?"

"Good thing." Sally finished the sentence for him, nodding and taking a bite off her sandwich.

Wufei nodded in agreement, "Yes, of course."

Suddenly, without warning, Wufei bolted off the ground, dug his hand into a bush, dragged a stranger out of it and threw him into the river. The stranger sat in the shallow river, rubbing on a bump which was forming on his head. As he looked up, his neck was met with a long katana and a gun click from Sally who was now standing from her spot.

"You've been following us," Wufei stated accusingly. The stranger looked up through his robber's mask, face and hair concealed. Sally noticed the stranger was merely a boy who couldn't be more than 15 judging from his physique. She clicked the lock back on her gun but quickly unlocked it again when another rustle came from the bushes where Wufei pulled the stranger out of.

Rapid footsteps were heard on the midst of the heavy traffic on the bridge. Sally closed her eyes and sighed in relief when Catherine jumped out of the bushes.

"Cathy..." She breathed, going over to hug the curly haired woman who changed her wardrobe into a pair of hot pants jeans and a white tank top. That was when Sally noticed a bandage on the other girl's left shoulder.

"Sally!" She hugged her back, utterly overjoyed to see her, "Finally! I've been searching for you for the past week."

While the ladies settled with a chit-chat, Wufei narrowed his eyes, "Take off that mask and face me like a man."

The boy slowly stood up, smirking behind the mask mockingly at Wufei, "So you've changed too." The voice was saying, slowly reaching up to his mask. Something about his voice gave Wufei chills up his spine.

"Who are you...?" Wufei asked in a hoarse whisper. His question was answered in a shocking revelation as the mask dropped to the river and was carried away by the stream. Wufei felt as though his soul left his body as there, standing in front of him was unmistakably Heero Yuy. The should have been DEAD Heero Yuy.

Sally saw this too and yelped in shock at the sight of him, her body trembling and mouth quivering. She SAW him die. She was the one who operated him. She was the person who saw him take his last breath. If she was to believe the boy standing on the river was Heero Yuy, she definitely needs to make an appointment to the nearest available shrink before she loses her mind – completely.

Catherine looked at Wufei's back who was as still as a statue and then at Sally, who's face was drained off any colors and was shaking all over. She raised an eyebrow and grinned in amusement.

"You 2 look like you just saw a ghost, you guys ok?" she waved a hand in front of Sally's face who registered no positive response and then went over to Wufei who caught her hand before she could even do that and lifted his katana accusingly at the boy.

Catherine whimpered as Wufei's vice-grip on her hardened with every ragged breathing word that came out of his mouth, "You're lying. You can't be him, who are you?" Catherine noticed the terror in his voice, the rasp breathing of anxiety and she thought his eyes appeared more glistened than normal.

The boy counted to 7 before he answered, "I'm Heer..."

"You're lying!"

Wufei back-fisted the boy before he could finish saying his name. The fake Heero fell into the river with a big splash and Catherine shrieked in horror at what Wufei had just done.

"Wufei! What's got into you? That's Heero!" She cried, wriggling away in his grip. Soon enough, Wufei released her hand but went over to the fallen boy who was picking himself up. Sensing the man behind him, Heero splashed some water to Wufei's face, tripped him and wrestled for the katana, drowning Wufei's face into the water.

Catherine went over to Heero and pulled him off Wufei, while Sally stopped Wufei from decapitating Heero because he would have lunged for both Heero and Catehrine should she not be there to hold him back. Wufei glared venomously at the boy in front of him.

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At the same time, on the same colony, a distant away...

"Duo, duck!" Trowa shouted and launched a bazooka on his shoulder, staggering back slightly at the force. Duo got up to his feet and ran after Trowa who threw the bazooka down for the sake of fast and easy running.

"The stupid thing was on my blindspot!" Duo recharged his bullets as he ran and clicked it shut.

"Then take off the eyepatch! You look ridiculous!" Trowa retorted, gunning away a few more guards along the way. They stopped to catch some breath near a window; Trowa looking into his PDA to see the location of the heart of the Control Centre.

Duo pulled a hand grenade's lock with his teeth and threw it out of the small window beside him, shredding a mobile doll below into half. The patched man wore a huge grin, giving a thumbs up and what would have been a wink should he had both eyes visible. Trowa shrugged a 'whatever' and continued on with Duo at his heels as bullets showered where they stood/sat a few seconds ago.

Finally, they hid behind a wall next to a door. Duo stayed standing behind the wall to shoot down the guards while Trowa kneeled to get the door opened. After a while of gunning and fast losing ammo, Duo turned to his partner,

"You there yet?" He noticed Trowa grunting away at the wires which he pulled out of the entrance ID's motherboard.

"They changed it...," things were getting rougher by the minute, Duo has finished the last of their home-made grenades and after a few more shootings, the gun went silent with a click followed by a heavy shower of bullets from the enemies.

Duo 'tch'ed, "I'm running low, man," he took out the shells on his semi-auto and replaced it with a new set, "My last one."

After a few more twists of wires of no avail, Trowa took his semi-auto and assisted Duo in the fire fight.

"What are you doing?" Duo yelled over the noise of heavy guns.

"The door's a no-go," he shot a man right by the knee cap and the man fell on the ground, his gun clattering next to him, "So now, we move to plan B."

Duo emerged from his wall, shot a few more men and hid back in, "I hate plan B's cos nobody ever bother telling me what it is!"

"Cover me..." he paused and waited for the gunning to die down. "Now."

Duo rolled out of his hiding place and went trigger happy while Trowa made a mad dash towards the enemies' hiding place; behind a wall a few hundred feet away from them. He caught them by surprise. By the time they realized he was next to them, Trowa had knocked a man unconscious, shoot a man by the shoulder and kicked a man out of a small window from the tower-like place they were in. However, Trowa was in for a surprise when an unaccounted final man lunged out of nowhere, choking Trowa from the back.

Trowa tried breaking free and hit the man as hard as he could but to no avail. He felt the air cut off him and the rest of the air in his lungs were squeezed out just as effectively. The grim, heavy feeling washed over him as he braced for what's to come. Then, a gunshot was heard. Trowa fell forward and onto his knees, coughing away and hyperventilated for the much needed air. He held his neck which felt very numb. The man plopped beside him with a pool of blood slowly forming on the floor.

Footsteps approached him and a hand touched his shoulder to haul him on his feet.

"You alright?"

A nod and they were off running again. They returned to the door which refused to open for them. There were no signs of enemies as of now and they've picked up quite a few ammos and guns along the way. Which means there's some precious quiet time for them to fiddle with the door.

This time, Duo tried the door, "Give it up, Duo, I tried it and..."

"Stand back!" Duo yelled, running for cover. Trowa stood baffled momentarily before he looked down and realized what it was Duo did. In front of the door was a black, round gadget which hissed with a protruding wick on fire, shortening ever so threateningly.

"Damn!" Trowa cursed and dove for the nearest other side of the wall where Duo waited in a squatting position with his ears covered and eyes closed. After 3 seconds, a mediocre explosion boomed on the other side of the wall. Duo raced to the door and upon seeing the door, Trowa raised both eyebrows. He can't resist from saying nothing as Duo tried the 'entrance'.

Trowa covered his lips with his hand in sheer amusement as the wall was only the size of a mini cat door which he and Cathy had at home – which; Duo was squeezing through. Somehow, the man before him managed to get in halfway while his lower half; particularly his ass, was stuck.

Duo continued grunting away at the sizable ass he had and the unbelievably small entrance he created with his low-grade home-made bomb. Somewhere in the distant, were the sounds of rapid footsteps and voices. They will be caught if Duo doesn't get to the other side soon, he thought. Trowa then stood behind Duo, ready to kick. Instead of doing so, he smirked, a fast smart-ass comment emerging from him,

:"Gosh, Duo, you've one heck of an ass, what size are you?"

"Thanks," he replied, out of breath. More grunting and then the struggle ebbed, "Care to gimme a hand?"

Trowa smiled a lope-sided grin, "You want me to touch your ass? With my hand?"

Duo went silent, an image of Trowa pushing his ass in with his hand bubbled. Obviously, he won't ask Trowa to kick his butt but on second thought, having another man touch his ass was more disturbing...

"Fine, help me push in with your feet. Just don't touch my tushy!"

"Tushy?" Trowa was in the verge of laughing to tears at this point. Had it not been the sound of soldiers coming nearer, he would have stayed and tortured Duo some more.

"Just help me through already!" Duo whined and cried, his ass wriggling with his every writhing.

A sharp kick to the left ass cheek and Duo was in, immediately rubbing on the throbbing pain. After he slid in, Trowa slithered in without any trouble, smiling an innocent smile which says it all: 'You're fat, Duo'. Duo merely glared, gritting his teeth at the unibanged man.

A sound came from the terminals and what wasn't there suddenly appeared. Both men; based on pure instincts, they trained respective guns at the newcomer who obviously hid in the vent.

"You're late," the person remarked, resting her gun on her shoulder, "So you were the ones who set off the alarms."

"Hera!" Duo exclaimed in surprise, lowering his gun, "You made it out ok!"

The little girl pouted with her eyes on fire, "Of course I did," she huffed, facing away from him, fishing something out of her pocket, bringing the wrapping paper to her lips and popped in a new cube in her mouth. She threw the old ones into a wastebasket ever so modestly.

"It's not good to litter," she explained with a shrug as Trowa and Duo observed her behaviour. Both men bobbed their heads, a single thought running in their head,

'We're not scrutinizing you...'

Duo dusted himself up, "So, you've done everything we were supposed to be doing, huh? Does that mean we could just pack it up and leave now?"

Just then, a dog came running through the entrance and towards Hera who was on a railway track from the door. Somehow, at the split second, Trowa noticed the dog carrying something red and beeping away on its back.

"Take cover! It's a bomb!"

Duo immediately rushed to kick the dog when a voice from behind him screamed something.

"Fetch boy!"

Duo fell backwards comically as a single sausage flew in the air, past everyone and out through the entrance. The dog ran out and soon enough, an explosion followed, multiple cries heard mixed with the booming sound.

When the smoke around them had subsided, the trio in the Central control room looked up to see the door completely demolished and body parts just about everywhere on the outside. A ruffling sound was heard coming from the main panel. Duo and Trowa looked at Hera.

"Aum..." she looked at the 2 with her now unbelievably big eyes innocently and extended her hand which held a bag of potato chips, "You want some?"

To Be Continued...

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I enjoyed writing this chapter, do u like it? R&R