Author's Note: Now for some action and by action, I mean violence. None of that lovey-dovey stuff…yet. So, take a look and tell me what you think. I get so lonely. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight strong language, death, violence, that good stuff

Enemy Territory

The Colony's "night" reigned supreme as five figures stole through it, silent as death itself.

All were clad in skintight, black combat suits, each carrying their own preferred arsenal. In the lead was Duo Maxwell as he led the team deep into enemy territory. The old rush that he felt back when the Gundams were still around energized him.

Crouching, at a corner, he spied for any enemies before motioning for the others to join him. They were about to enter CLAF territory now. That meant that silence was more than necessary. It was vital.

Though he knew the ways around, he couldn't always be up front so he would point the way out on occasions and have them check it out first. Signaling for Trowa to go up first, he used hands signs and gesture, instructing the silent one on where to go. Nodding, Trowa moved out, getting to the entrance of an alley and securing it before signaling back for the others to join him. One by one, the other four moved until they were regrouped and Duo selected another to go ahead.

This pattern was repeated time and again until they got close to one of the target buildings. Now things were getting interesting. The rebels had put up guard patrols all of a sudden. Very suspicious indeed. But fortunately, for this particular building, Duo knew a secret way in.

Signing for the others to follow him, he started moving away from the building, turning a secure corner after making sure that there was no one behind it. The other pilots were confused by this action but followed nonetheless. Duo was in charge. They had no choice but to obey him.

Following after the braided one, Duo led them down a few alleys before stopping at a dead end. Duo waited until the rest had caught up before signing for two to keep watch. Quatre and Wufei took this duty as Duo moved over to a small pile of trash. Old street instincts made him look both ways before he tucked his foot in-between the trash and the wall, sliding it over. Of the other two pilots, Trowa and Heero, both were surprised to see a jagged hole in the building's side.

Motioning for Heero, Duo signed for the Perfect Soldier to go in and survey the area immediately inside. No matter what, he was to take no action. Handing him a pebble, he told Heero to throw it back towards them to let them know it was all secure.

Accepting his mission, Heero proceeded in. Duo put his back against the wall, legs on either side of the hole, keeping watch for any enemy activity, Trowa keeping an eye on the small entrance. When a pebble bounced out, Duo got the attention of the others and had them proceed to enter.

Duo made sure he was the last one in as he pulled the trash back in front of the entrance. It wouldn't do for the enemy to come across it by accident.

Then the pattern used to infiltrate the enemy sector of L2 was used once again as the five pilots traversed the hallways and the corridors of the building, going up to each floor, searching for the first rocket.

The security, though, was pitiful. There was hardly anybody around. This was too easy. But that raised the suspicions of all the pilots. Nothing was too easy. There was always some sort of catch waiting to pounce.

But yet it didn't come.

And then they found the object of their search.

It stood near an old, boarded up window, aimed straight at it. If it were launched, the boards would have no effect in stopping it. Only two rebel guards stood by. But even that was laughable. Neither of them were doing their jobs correctly. One was cleaning out their gun while the other was cleaning under his fingernails with a Bowie knife.

Nodding to Trowa, the two pilots separated from the others while they kept watch. The duo crept into the room, splitting up to opposite ends, each selecting their victim while drawing out their own knives.

Duo's choice was the one cleaning his fingers while Trowa would take the other. Getting into place, Trowa struck first, clamping his hand down on his victim's mouth and slitting his throat. The other looked up and caught the death of his comrade but that was all. Duo struck, slamming the blade of his knife into the man's skull. The two waited until they were positive that both were dead before signaling that all was clear. The other three pilots entered one at a time, checking behind just to be sure no one was coming. They were unfazed by the two dead bodies, their attention focused on the rocket.

"Okay, who knows how to disable this thing?" Duo whispered.

Naturally, it was Trowa, the weapons expert. Figures he would look up how to take care of the rocket. Taking out a small, felt-covered package, the unibanged one unzipped it and removed a small screwdriver from it. He unscrewed the hatch which resided on the long cylinder, making up the rocket's body and opening it, Duo taking the screwdriver so that Trowa could do whatever it was he was suppose to do next, pocketing the tool. With utmost care, he removed the canister from which the VX was stored.

Then Trowa opened the canister, carefully pulling out the device within that held a series of small, green, glass balls, arranged like a string of pearls. They all glanced at each other, with the exception of Trowa.

This was the deadliest substance known to man? Those little orbs had the power to wipe out an entire city's population? They didn't laugh though. Even though the Zero system was nothing more than the size of a hard drive, it had the capability to drive a person insane. Size did not matter in this game.

Trowa removed the VX from the device, the orbs attached to the top of the device, making it look like a jellyfish, and laying it down gently on the floor. Then with a knife, he proceeded to remove the poison strings of orbs. Once done, Trowa put the top back on and then returned the device back to the canister which went back into the rocket. Then the strings of VX were stashed away, hidden so that they would not be found. With that done, it was time to move out and find the other rocket.

But that still left the question: where were the other eighteen?

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Their luck had run out.

It took its time coming, damn it.

They were just getting back to the hidden entrance when some young rebel caught sight of them. Now the guy had had the opportunity to shoot and kill one of them but instead sounded an alarm with his voice.

It was pretty damn loud too. Duo could have sworn he went deaf even though he was perhaps thirty, forty feet away. What kind of lungs did he have anyway?

And then Heero had to go and shoot him without using a silencer. Any element of secrecy they once had was now gone, their cover blown.

Damn it, and they were on a roll too!

In the ensuing commotion, which included a mob of rebels coming out of nowhere and causing them to separate, Duo now found himself in a gun fight with none other than Heero Yuy at his side. At least the situation was a gung-ho one where dead bodies were more valuable, to him anyway, than anything else.

Now, while their aim was precise and dead on, what they lacked was ammunition. While this contingency had been considered, it had been judged that so much ammunition would slow them down more. If only he had insisted on having more, what others were saying be damned.

"We need to get out of here," Heero shouted as he returned fire, stating the obvious.

Duo refrained from giving him a look. "They're cornering us. We're going to have to split up. At least one of us might get out."

"No!" Heero shouted.

Duo narrowed his eyes and invoked his authority. "No Heero. I'll cover you. Get out while you can, alright?"

Heero normally expressionless face twisted into something Duo couldn't recognize and didn't care to evaluate.

"That's an order, Yuy!" he snarled. "GET OUT OF HERE!"

Nodding, have no choice but to obey, Heero dashed out of cover as Duo began firing as much as possible at the enemy. Glancing over to see Heero vanishing down an alley, he turned his attention back to the fight only to see someone fire an RPG at him.

Son of a bitch.

Eyeing yet another alley, Duo leapt towards it but didn't quite make it. The explosion behind him flung him straight into one of the alley's walls, his head striking against the brick and concrete.

Pain exploded in his head and then all Duo could see was darkness.

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Heero had just made it to cover when he intercepted a rebel fighter. Acting quickly, he snapped the enemy's neck and took up the semi-automatic that was in the rebel's possession.

And then he heard an explosion.

Returning to the alley entrance, he saw the remnants of fire in the spot where he had last seen Duo.

Eyes narrowing in rage, all the Perfect Soldier could see now was red. Snarling, he began firing at his enemies, killing without mercy.

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The body of a young man laid on the alley ground, blood trickling from his head.

Two small eyes spied the person but was about to leave when something caught his eye.

A braid, a long braid was attached to the young man and the small eyes widened. Disappearing into shadows, the owner of the eyes, a boy, reappeared, leading a young man by the hand.

"Dare he is Wolf!" the boy pointed out excitedly.

"Wat about him?" Wolf asked.

"He's da guy dat bought me hat for a hundred bucks! I know dat dare braid anywhere."

Wolf examined the injured young man skeptically. Kneeling down, he took a closer look at the young man.

His eyes widened.

"It can't be…" he murmured, a hand reaching down to touch the young man's face.

"Wat is it?" the boy asked, surprised by Wolf's reaction.

Oblivious to everything around him, Wolf rubbed his thumb on a cheek, cupping the injured man's face. Then without warning but with great care, he picked up the injured man, a gleam in his green eyes.

"C'mon kiddo, gots ta get back ta da Hideout."

The boy nodding his head, he led the way as Wolf following, disappearing into the shadows with the injured Duo.