Author's Note: The action continues. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language, death

Split Up

Quatre was startled when a knife handle was presented to him. Looking up at Duo, the braided one gave him a small smile.

"Just in case," he explained. "Never know when you're going to go into hand-to-hand combat and it might just save your life."

Nodding, Quatre took the knife and hid it on his person. It made sense and he could only hope that he would have to use it. Knives were not his specialty in any way. In chilled him a bit to feel his hand brush up with the syringe that was conveniently hidden right next to the weapon. Yeah, he didn't want to stick his hand back there any time soon.

He had to clear his mind of those thoughts though because Duo was ready to move. Already the groups had separated, going in three different directions. The duo of Preventers headed on a southern directed route while Wufei's group went in a more south southeast direction. That meant they were going in an east southeastern direction (1). Duo looked to his left then to his right before scurrying across an open area to hide in the cover presented by another warehouse. Quatre looked behind himself, then to his left and right before copying Duo's previous movements, rejoining the braided one.

Since they were a much smaller group, they would be able to move faster than if they remained with the other five. However, that meant fewer eyes that could catch movement and fewer ears to hear the sounds of patrolling terrorists. Duo signed that they were going into the building beside them, Quatre going in first.

Since this wasn't a time to debate and was a time for action, it gave Quatre a warm feeling in his gut, he nodded acceptance before checking the area. Once sure that there was no one about, he crept to the front entrance of the warehouse and peeked in, trusting that Duo was covering his six. Hearing nothing and seeing no movement within, he pulled himself in and waited for Duo to catch up.

It didn't surprise him that his heart wasn't pounding in his chest at this point. He had done so much in his life that a mission of this importance and magnitude didn't affect him in the slightest. No, it was as if he was falling back into old habits, old instincts that were nothing more than old friends to him.

He felt Duo's presence more than he heard or saw of him, which was good. Old training habits and war skills hadn't faded or left him yet. Duo took the lead next, Quatre following closer this time. This building was dark and their clothes blended in quite well with it. The last thing Quatre wanted to do was lose sight of Duo. However, this building had nothing in it. There wasn't even a second level in it. Quatre crossed the building off in his mental map as he and Duo left and repeated the same pattern with the next building.

This time they struck gold.

On the second level, three terrorists stood guard by a rocket, the weapon aimed at a large glass window. However, unlike the previous guards they had encountered, these three were taking their duty seriously, eyes watching in three different directions, not a single one making a sound to distract the others with.

The two backed away and began to confer over what they were going to do. They didn't use their voices, out of fear that the guards would hear them, but their hands, signing to each over what each thought they should do.

Plan after plan was discarded as each one seemed to involve the guards shooting at them, thus alerting the rest of the terrorists. Finally, one was agreed upon. Duo would creep out of the shadows and use a knife to draw their attention. Quatre would use a silenced pistol to drop all three of them before an unsilenced shot was fired. It required incredible timing, accuracy, precision, and a fast trigger finger to execute. It was their only plan and all they could come up with.

They separated and Quatre took a position where he had a good sight at the guards, the rocket, and the supposed spot where Duo would reveal himself. Drawing a pistol, silencer firmly attached, he took aim and hoped that none of them would spot him. Wouldn't it be their luck for that to happen?

But fortune was on their side this time. A communicator buzzed and a guard picked up.

"Everything is clear here," the guard spoke and nodded as unheard words were spoken before saying, "Roger. Over and out."

That was all Duo needed. Emerging out of the darkness like his self-proclaimed nickname, Duo jerked his hand out. Quatre only caught a flash of light as Duo's knife tore through the air, burying itself in the throat of Duo's victim, the guard who had just spoken to be precise. The other two guards had only enough time to tense themselves before Quatre executed his part of the plan. One of his silenced shot got one of the guards in the head, instantly killing him but the other had just managed to move just enough to avoid a lethal hit.

Oh shit were the words that echoed in both of the pilots' heads.

Duo sprung into action and covered the wounded man's mouth with a hand, his other firmly planting itself on the man's head. With a quick and deft twist, Duo broke the man's neck and jerked it once more to be sure that he was dead before releasing him.

Only then did Duo whisper, "That was a close one."

Not wasting any more time the two went to the rocket where Duo began to open the hatch and take out the lethal canister from within. The Arabian had hoped never to see one of these messengers of death again but life was just funny in that way wasn't it? But now was not the time for idle thoughts. Duo removed the VX from the canister then from the device that held it. Being quick but careful, they stripped the VX out before putting it all back together and back into the rocket. Just as they had on L2, the two hid the dangerous string of orbs within the building.

Alright, two down, sixteen to go. Hopefully the others had found a rocket each by now.

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Katsaris frowned. One of the groups of guards weren't answering. They had before, thirty minutes ago so why weren't they answering now?

Then his eyes widened.

There was only one explanation for this. They had visitors. Hot damn, he wasn't paranoid. It would be like those sniveling bastards who made up the government to try and take him from behind. He didn't know how this team may have snuck past his security but he would act to remedy this.

Taking hold of a communicator, he contacted Colonel Ottsman.

Yes sir?

"We have a pest problem, Colonel," Katsaris answered. "I want you to find them and capture them. If they continue to resist, kill them."

Understood.

He knew what he had to do now. He had to fire a rocket but he would hold off on that. He wanted to see the faces of these intruders first as he launched one. So he was a bit of a sadist, so what? After they had reaped the fruits of their labor, then he would have them executed.

Perhaps his time in Sanc wouldn't be so boring after all.