Author's Note: The action continues. Enjoy.

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Warning: slight language

Rendezvous

They were the first to reach the rendezvous point.

Duo, being the suspicious guy that he was, had both him and Quatre hide out in the shadows, waiting for the other two groups to arrive. With every second that passed, Duo grew more edgy until he caught faint movement. Retaining their cover, he waited for who or whatever it was out there to show them or it selves.

Much to his relief, it was Wufei's group of three. Watching their body language, he nodded when it seemed that they didn't seem under duress. Nodding to Quatre, the two left their cover, Duo smirking when the other three level their guns at him and Quatre.

He was still the master of stealth, baby! And it seemed Quatre was picking up some pointers as well. He couldn't be prouder.

Seeing Wufei's dark eyes lighten in recognition, though the agent was shaken, he asked, "What's your status?"

"The God of Death and his disciple left none alive in their wake and took down two of the babies," Duo replied.

Trowa chuckled. "Only two? We got three. You're starting to loose your touch."

Duo's eyes narrowed. "There's still plenty out there to take down, O Silent One. We'll even the score, just you watch. We'll even surpass it."

The Preventer agent watched and listened to this morbid conversation with bewilderment. However, this was just a way the pilots had showed comradeship and brightened bleak situations.

Not even Wufei was immune to such banter as he added his own two cents. "You have quite a way to go then, God of Death. Do you think you can beat the team of the Mighty Dragon and the Silent One?"

Raising an eyebrow in jest, Duo looked to Quatre. "What do you think, Disciple of Mine?"

Getting into it, Quatre answered, "Death always wins out."

"You heard the man," Duo added cheekily.

They stopped speaking as they became aware of another's presence. This turned out to be the third group who reported taking out two rockets.

Eight down, ten to go. At this rate, they might be able to complete the mission sometime in the morning. Duo couldn't wait to get the hell out of here.

"Did anybody find any evidence of there being a central computerized launching system?" Wufei demanded.

Shakes of heads. Negative. So it must all be manual. That was going to make things a bit tougher now. But first, to find out if the entire port had been checked out.

"Did anybody learn anything about the whereabouts of the other rockets?"

Once again, negative responses.

"Well, if the entire port has been searched, there can only be one place where the rockets might be," Quatre said.

"Where do you think they are?" Trowa asked, curious.

"The ship, the Siberia," Quatre answered. "That's how Katsaris arrived here in the first place. That might be how he got the VX to the port unless they were already hidden here."

"More than likely," Wufei conceded. "Now to plan how we're going to get on board."

"You don't."

---

There they were, those little rodents. Ottsman studied the small group, wondering how so few people were able to do so much damage. He had only been aware of only two individuals but wouldn't you know it, they led him to the rest. Those idiots hadn't covered their tracks or snuck about as well as they thought.

Unfortunately, the damage had been done. They didn't have anybody who was skilled or specialized in repairing VX rockets so now they were out at least eight rockets, if he was to believe what the group was saying.

Now that angered him. How were these Preventers able to sneak around the port so stealthily and without being seen? The men under his and Katsaris' command weren't pushovers so how were they able to succeed thus far?

Well, he would fix that alright. Since the General wanted them alive, the method would be to surround them and wait until their guard was down.

"Captain Taylor. Captain Thurston," he ordered. "Surround the rats. Shoot to maim. General Katsaris wants them alive. Don't let any of them escape."

Said officers saluted, silently telling him that they understood the order before taking some of the men to fall into position. Now lets see what their little pest problem was up to.

"Did anybody learn anything about the whereabouts of the other rockets?"

"Well, if the entire port has been searched, there can only be one place where the rockets might be."

"Where do you think they are?"

"The ship, the Siberia. That's how Katsaris arrived here in the first place. That might be how he got the VX to the port unless they were already hidden here."

"More than likely. Now to plan how we're going to get on board."

This had gone on far enough. There was no way they were going to be allowed to reach one of the rockets. They wouldn't even set foot on the ship unless they were captured and led there with an armed escort.

Standing up with his M-16 aimed at the intruders, he revealed his position with only two words. "You don't."

---

Shit.

They all spun around, weapons ready to fire when the area suddenly brightened up with light, armed terrorists aiming right at them.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS! DO IT NOW!" the voice commanded.

There was no way in Hell Duo was going to do that. He eyed the enemy warily, assessing the situation, trying to figure out a way to get out of this. Damn it. Why did he let these guys sneak up on him? Especially since they had all this combat gear with them. He could understand how the others would have not heard them but for him to not have heard any sort of approach, it just pissed him off.

He had to be getting rusty. It was the only explanation.

"Are you people deaf? Drop your weapons onto the ground, NOW!" the voice ordered.

"Who is the commanding officer?" Wufei shouted out.

Instead of the General appearing himself, a large bald man stepped out instead and he did not look happy. "Colonel Allen Ottsman," the man said. "You the hell might you be?"

If Wufei was surprised to hear a softer voice coming from the large man, he seemed unfazed by it. "Preventer Agent Chang Wufei."

"Agent Wufei," Ottsman said, "tell your men to put their weapons on the ground and put their hands behind their heads. You are all surrounded. Don't do anything stupid."

Wufei's eyes narrowed. "There is no way I can, in good conscience, give that order."

"Oh? Why not?"

"There are lives, countless civilian lives on the line. There is no way I can let us be captured, alive or dead, while knowing that you're prepared to murder them."

"Think logical about this," Ottsman continued, as if he hadn't heard a thing Wufei said. "If you don't surrender now, you will just be throwing your lives away. Drop your weapons now or we will fire."

Not cool. There was no way this was going to end like this. He'd rather kill himself than let himself be captured. Duo growled lowly in his throat, bracing himself for the onslaught.

But then Quatre intervened.

"Alright, we surrender."

He snapped his head around to stare at the Arabian in shock, everybody else also as well.

Quatre dropped his gun and put his hands on his head, just as the Colonel had ordered. "Do as he says," Quatre hissed out. "We're of no help to anyone if we're dead. We might get a chance to break out and finish the mission."

Trowa's eye brightened in understanding and he dropped his own weapon, putting his hands behind his head. Wufei stared in surprised at his love but made no action until Trowa nodded at him. Resolute, Wufei followed his comrade's example.

The other three Preventers followed suit until only Duo was left. As much as he didn't like this, he had no choice. Dropping his gun, he put his hands behind his head and shot Quatre a look that clearly stated "you aren't getting any later."

But Quatre wasn't looking at him so the look was lost.

"I see one of you is smart," Ottsman commented as he and his men approached them.

The familiar rough handling was thrusted upon Duo again and he had to wonder why it was that the bad guys never treated anyone gently.

---

Solo felt his blood freeze when he found out where Heero was going.

The guy looked as if he was preparing for a war or something. Bulletproof vest, machine guns with ammunition, all sorts of combat knives… If he wasn't trying to keep his presence a secret, he would have fainted. What the hell was this guy thinking? Wasn't he suppose to stay here?

Wait, that guy was talking to himself. As much as he didn't want to do so, he had to move closer. Using all his street skills in stealth, he snuck closer to the heavily armed and extremely dangerous man. As he moved closer, he picked up a pistol that was unfortunately empty but perhaps he could bluff his way out of any possible situation he might get into.

"I'll prove myself," he heard the Japanese man mutter. "I'll show you that only I am worthy to have you. You are mine Duo. You have always been mine…"

He felt a chill move up his spin. This guy…he wasn't in his right mind, that was for sure.

"I will make you mine," Heero continued to mutter. "I'll take care of that prissy rich boy and that gutter rat so you won't have to think about them again. I'll make sure that they'll never bother you again. That is my mission. Mission accepted."

Now Solo wasn't one to get scared easily but right now he was absolutely terrified. He had seen so much in his life but he couldn't help but feel his mortality at that moment and how small of a thread it was attached to. This guy wanted to kill him. He wanted to kill Quatre too! And he wanted…hell no. There was no way in Heaven, Earth, or Hell that he would let this maniac lay a finger on his Duo or on Quatre. But how was he going to stop him? This guy was a trained killer! He was just an L2 street rat.

The Japanese man collected all that he needed right then and began to leave. Solo waited in his hiding place before he was sure that Heero was out. There was only one thing he could think to do now and that was to follow Heero. He was going to have to be quick about it but he couldn't go unprepared. He allowed himself to pick up a bulletproof vest of his own, one of those wicked combat knives, which he was thinking of keeping, and some clips of ammunition for the pistol that he was carrying.

Not allowing himself to stay and longer, he hurried after his quarry.