Author's Note: The action continues. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language, death

The Rodent Problem

They had only been gone a few hours and already Solo was a nervous wreck.

This whole thing was bullshit; why the hell was it happening and why now? Just when it seemed he was building a life that he could enjoy, this asshole just has to pull this shit. If that asshole, that General Whatshisface, was standing right beside him, he would choke the son of a bitch and…and…he was just to pissed off to continue that train of thought.

He wanted his Duo, Quatre even, to be here so he could hold them till they suffocated. He didn't care what happened to his person but he didn't want to lose Duo again. He didn't know if he could handle that again.

But didn't Duo know what he was doing? He had too. Quatre was there to make sure he didn't get himself killed, which was a plus. Just think positive, Solo. They saved the world once before. They can do it again, no problem.

Maybe he should get some coffee or something. Just anything that could divert his attention from what was going on. Yeah…now where were some of those vending machines again? Did they take money? Definitely. Where could he get some? Maybe Q kept some spare change in his desk. Jackpot! Okay, time to get some comfort foods, even if they were nothing more than a few candy bars. Perhaps he could sleep the days away. Then he wouldn't have to go through this agony.

He strolled out from Quatre's office as if he owned the place, making a beeline to his destination. It took him a while to get there because he took a wrong turn and ended up lost for a few minutes. Ultimately, he found the vending machines and couldn't help but let a large grin loose at his accomplishment. Well that was fun, time to get some grub.

Let's see…there was so much to choose from! Snickers, Twix, Reece's, Gum, M&Ms, Cheetos, Potato chips…eww some of those "healthy snack foods," uh uh, no way…okay, lets get that…and that…did he have enough to get something to drink? Yep, okay…Coke, Dr. Pepper, Root Beer, Diet Coke…wait diet? Hell no. Just get something you're familiar with. Alright, a Coke! Okay, more candy.

He was really beginning to enjoy himself when he caught something moving from the corner of his eye. Glancing back and seeing nothing, he took a look out into the hallway and just happened to see the dumb, rose-sending, Savior of the World, and…what was that word Quatre used…oh yeah, socially retarded Heero Yuy. What was he up to? Eh, just probably doing some Preventers stuff. Still…why not follow him? He still remembered those blows that guy gave him. Maybe he could get some sort of vengeance on him while he was at it?

Yeah, that sounded like a plan.

Downing his soda and stuffing as much candy down his throat as fast as possible, he followed after his prey, waiting for his chance.

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Getting an affirmative from Trowa, Wufei nodded and signed that they needed to go for the next rocket. That was the second one they had found. He wondered for a second how the other two groups were doing. No, don't think about them, concentrate on the mission at hand.

Later, when all this was over, then he could afford to think of other things. More pleasurable things…

Dear Nataku, he needed a vacation.

His group soon left the building, on the hunt for another rocket. However, none of them were aware of one of the dead guards' communicators operating, a voice demanding to know what was going on.

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"Red Robin! Red Robin! Answer me, damn it!" Ottsman ordered, waiting for a reply that never came.

Fuck! What the hell was going on? Why were the men falling? What was he going to do about it?

Wait…whoever was here was going after the rockets. He had some bait he could use then. The birth of a plan was forming in his mind and he began to give out his orders. He'd catch these rodents, one way or another.

The General was counting on him.

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Private Thatch and Private Jones stood guard around the VX rocket, ordered to keep an eye on it.

Did the General think that the government was stupid enough to send anybody? As if! The General had the upper hand, could launch one of these babies at any time. So why was he so persistent in having these rockets guarded?

Now Jones took this duty seriously, but Thatch was just bored by it. He wished that the government would do something so he could see some action! He wanted to kill somebody already! Jones over there was just wasting his time.

Turning his gaze away from his comrade in contempt, he didn't see Jones suddenly jerk then relax but he heard something snap though. Not looking at his comrade, he assumed that it was probably some rat running around. That thought soon left him as he was suddenly grabbed and felt a metal blade puncture deep into his throat.

As the man fell, his violet eyed assailant watched him carefully until he was sure his victim was dead. Once he was absolutely positive of this, he nodded over to his blond comrade who appeared from behind the other guard. Duo had to admit that Quatre was much stronger than he looked since he easily broke that guard's neck.

Okay, now back to the objective. This may have been the second rocket they had found, but it seemed as if this one was going to be dispatched quickly. This seemed so easy but he couldn't let his guard down this soon. Last time ended with him getting a head injury and a concussion. Knowing his luck, there was probably a terrorist on his way here. But since Quatre was keeping an eye out and had yet to alert him to any intruder, he could only assume there was none coming or were not close by.

The two hours was almost up. They needed to head back to the first rocket site and wait for the others to show up. He signed this all to Quatre who nodded and understanding.

As quietly as they had appeared, the two former Gundam pilots melted back into the shadows.