Author's Note: You guys are all probably wondering what's going to happen now that the boys have been captured. I think the title of this chapter explains everything, though what will happen will not be the first thing you'd expect. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language, death

Consequences

Katsaris turned around and studied each of the captives. So these were the guys that were causing him problems? He had to admit, they had been quite successful, almost taking out half of his rockets.

His eyes stopped on one of the men, however, a braided man to be precise. Oh ho, he remembered this one quite well. It leaves quite an impression when somebody shoots you through a window with a dud rocket in your gut. He hadn't expected to have this sort of pleasure.

Smirking, he made his way to Duo, stopping right in front of the braided one. Duo glared up at Katsaris with unconcealed fury which only served to make Katsaris even more smug.

Capturing Duo's chin in a harsh grip, Katsaris commented, "I never got your name last time. Would you do me the honor of giving it to me?"

"Piss off," Duo snarled.

While the General's men tensed, glaring at Duo for daring to disrespect their General, Katsaris laughed aloud. "You still have that spirit from last time. Good." He shoved Duo back and looked up at his second-in-command. "Have you searched these men?"

"The moment we captured them," Ottsman answered.

Nodding, Katsaris turned his attention back to the group. "So, the question now is what to do with you."

The seven men continued to watch Katsaris defiantly, waiting for his judgment. The General couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run up his spine. He had these seven men at his mercy and could do whatever he wanted to them, even decide whether they should live or die… It was a heady feeling, one that he enjoyed and easily addicted to.

Violet eyes caught him and he knew what he wanted to do.

"I want that one," he began, pointing straight at Duo, "to be put in the captain's quarters. Throw the rest in the brig, six guards. Make sure they're responsible so they won't be easily distracted. I want some of the patrols brought back to the ship to await further instructions. I have a call to make first."

Ottsman nodded and gestured for the men to take the prisoners. Katsaris kept an eye Duo, never taking it off him until he was removed from sight.

Now, to contact Grant.

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Things were going so much better than he had planned. Grant couldn't believe how far he had been able to undermine Peacecraft's power. Already, he had begun to lure some of her steadfast supporters to his camp.

He could practically taste the power he would soon be able to get his hands on. He was so close. Just a little bit longer and soon the call for a new Speaker would be made. He just couldn't wait!

Then his cell phone rang. Grumbling as he was forced to move away from the group of politicians he was involved with, he looked at the number and immediately recognized the number. Why was Katsaris calling him now of all times? This was a conversation that needed to be held in secret, not in a room filled with his colleagues.

"Hold on a minute," he said immediately, answering the call. Turing to the others, he excused himself. "I have to take this call. It seems my mother has fallen ill suddenly."

Getting sympathetic glances and condolences, he was able to escape and head towards the one of the private conference rooms in the west wing of the building. Reaching the furthest one from the council chamber, he closed and locked the door before moving as far away from the door as he could.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" he hissed. "I was with the other officials. You could have cost me to lose everything!"

"Is that so?" Katsaris drawled. "Well, I have something of importance as well. It seems as if the Preventers sent a team in to stop me. They managed to disable a good amount of the rockets before they were captured. You wouldn't happen to know anything about this, would you?"

"All I knew was that Peacecraft had the Preventers get involved," Grant replied. "I had no idea that they were actually planning to go in!"

"And why didn't you tell me of that girl's actions? I might have been able to plan and intercept the team before any significant damage could have been done. But now that I have them, you know what that means."

"You're going to launch one, aren't you?" Grant guessed. "Do what you please."

"Now, now, that's not how the future Speaker should be acting," Katsaris admonished. "Your first priority should be to protect the public."

"I don't give a shit about the public!" Grant snarled. "They can all kill each other for all I care. I just want my name in the history books and the way to do that is to become the Speaker."

"Is this what it's all about? You just want people to remember you?"

"Better to be remembered than forgotten," Grant retorted.

"So you're willing to sacrifice the lives of millions of people just so you can get your name in a textbook?"

"Are you now just getting it?" Grant retorted.

"So, my life and those of my men don't matter, do they?"

"What are you getting at?"

"You were going to sell me out, weren't you?" Katsaris accused.

"Everything is going my way right now," Grant remarked casually. "Since it seems you're having trouble holding your end of the deal, it seems I'm going to have to end our partnership."

"You little bastard!"

Snorting, Grant hung up.

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Katsaris glared at the phone. After all this time…that sniveling worm had been using him! He couldn't let this insult go. Oh no. He had to pay. At least he was smart enough to put the trace on the call so he knew where Grant's precise location was.

And hadn't he said that he would launch if they tried anything?

"Prep for launch," he suddenly ordered. His men jerked and looked at him in surprise, but nonetheless obeyed.

"Coordinates?" one asked.

Katsaris read to him the last known location of Grant. Everything was being put into the system and was almost ready. Turning to look out at the night sky that was slowly beginning to fade into dawn, he waited for the moment the rocket was ready. It was a shame that the winds weren't blowing at this moment but one couldn't ask for everything.

He didn't have to wait long.

"We are ready to launch, General."

Smirking to himself, Katsaris sealed it. "Fire."

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Grant couldn't resist the surge of exhilaration that ran rampant through his body. At last, he was free of that moronic brute. Now he could really concentrate on his goal. And there was nothing anyone could do about it.

He needed to get this out of his system before he rejoined the others. He couldn't tip them off with his giddiness, so he remained in the conference room, pacing so that he could expend some of his energy. Remembering what he had told the others earlier, he began to practice what he was going to say to them when he returned.

So much sympathy and yet they would admire his strength for continuing to do his job as an elected official. If he couldn't get all their support, then he would get their admiration.

Odd? What was that sound? Turning to the windows, the blinds blocking his view of the outside world, he peeked through them and saw a small object moving through the night sky. What was that? Wait, it was turning…it was coming here…but what was…oh shit!

The next few minutes were absolute chaos for Grant as a rocket smashed into the conference room, causing parts of the ceiling to collapse. When Grant was able to get his bearings, he found that some rubble had landed on his legs. He looked like a mess, which he supposed would get him even more sympathy.

Then he caught sight of the projectile.

He recognized it immediately. It was one of the VX rockets. But what was it doing here? He saw a dented and banged-up hatch hanging off the metal object and if he squinted, he could see some sort of vapor coming out.

His eyes widened. Oh no! This couldn't be happening! Not to him, not now! He tried to call out for help but found he couldn't. The poison had taken affect on him and had begun to do its work on his nervous system.

Unable to even scream, Grant lingered for a long time before death finally came for him.

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Une felt as if reality had shattered the moment she heard that a rocket had been fired. What was horrible was that no one knew where the rocket was heading until it struck the end of the west wing of the legislative government building, the very place where all the heads of state and representatives were currently held.

Fortunately, precautions for something like this had been taken. The representatives and politicians within would be herded to the opposite end of the building, in this case the east wing, and each person given a muscle stimulant via injection. That should at least keep them alive for now but for those unfortunate or unlucky to be nearby…

This was a nightmare come true.

Had the team been sighted or caught? What was going on down at the port? These questions flooded her mind and she wanted answers. They couldn't wait for any sort of confirmation of a main launching system. She didn't want to risk another rocket being fired.

"Get me Heero Yuy," she snapped immediately, a few agents leaving to follow her order. After what seemed liked an eternity to her, an agent returned.

"Director, Agent Yuy is nowhere to be found."

"What?" she asked, her voice cold enough to freeze everyone inside the room.

"We've looked all over for him but it seems Agent Yuy is missing," the agent explained, his nervousness apparent on his face.

As if things couldn't get worse, not only had their worst fears been realized but now they were severely limited in what they could do.

It truly was a nightmare.