Author's Note: The action continues. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language, death, violence

Going Gung-ho

Quatre's nerves were beginning to fray as each minute passed and he was forced to endure it all without Duo by his side. Was his love being tortured? Was he still alive? The thoughts of Duo laying in a puddle of blood was beginning to become too much for the Arabian.

They needed to get out of here and soon but as long as they were being watched by guards, who just happened to be wielding M-16s, there was nothing they could do without raising some sort of commotion and getting themselves killed in the process.

Besides, the looks the guards were giving them weren't comforting whatsoever.

A distant clattering sound caught his attention, along with the rest of the brig's occupants. The guards were frowning as they conversed with one another, still keeping an eye on them.

"What the hell was that?"

"Don't know. I'm gonna check it out."

Immediately, they were left with just one guard who now had his gun trained on them, daring them to even consider making a move. To Quatre, it seemed as if the man was considering whether to shoot them regardless. Hopefully he didn't have an itchy trigger finger…

As the minutes passed and the tension within Quatre increased, he was caught off guard by the man suddenly being jerked out of the room, disappearing into the hallway beyond. But what could be happening? Damn it, he needed to find out. Even now, he could just barely hear the noises of a scuffle outside.

Instinctively, his hand searched his body for any potential weapon he might have. His hand dived into a pocket and he was surprised to find the handle of a knife. He had forgotten about it and couldn't believe that it had been overlooked. Guess luck was on his side this time and he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

Drawing the blade out, he peered around the open doorway and found lying on the floor the very guard who had just vanished. Leaning casually up against the wall, inspecting the guard's gun, was none other than Duo Maxwell who just happened to look up and give Quatre a cheeky grin.

"Hey Quat. You doing all right?"

The Arabian could only stare at the braided one before venturing, "Is that you Duo?"

"I'm not dead yet," Duo answered.

Before the blond could retort, Wufei had come up from behind. "What took you so long?" the Asian asked wryly.

"Had to make sure Katsaris wouldn't notice me missing," Duo answered. "Now, we got to get going. We have nine rockets left to take care of and we got to do it now."

"Nine?" Wufei questioned. "I count ten left."

"So I guess you didn't hear that Katsaris shot one of them off," Duo replied.

They paled, Duo nodding grimly. "I heard the thing fly overhead. He's not bluffing with this. He's prepared to shoot each and every one he still has. That means there's no time for chitchat. We need to go now."

The braided one handed one of the guards' guns to the Chinese man with an apologetic look. "Wasn't able to get enough guns for everybody so a few people are going to have to do without."

"Understandable," Wufei replied as he motioned for the others to join them.

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Heero slammed his foot onto the gas pedal, feeling a rush as the van sped towards the front gates to the north sector. His speed kept increasing as mind focused onto the mission at hand.

The terrorists had spotted him and had begun to fire at him but he didn't care. They were just an obstacle that stood between him and his Duo. They needed to die for that. No one came between him and his Duo.

At the last moment, he dived out of the van, rolling on the pavement as the van continued on its course, smashing into the gates with terrorists diving for cover or getting out of the way. Snapping into action immediately, he began to fire his own round of bullets, his aim precise and accurate.

He didn't remain undercover, preferring to run out into the open and brave the returning fire, none of which miraculously touched him. It didn't take him long to reach his wrecked van, which had ran into one of the warehouses after ramming the gate, and all the littlie goodies he had stored within. It hadn't taken him long to take care of the terrorists guarding the gate but he could see some activity from what he presumed to be the E.S.A Siberia.

Good, he was starting to get bored. He'd take care of them first then go find his Duo.

Pulling out one of the goodies from the van, which just happened to be a grenade launcher, he fired a shot at the Siberia and reveled in the sound of an explosion that soon followed, cries of pain and curses accompanying it. He hadn't realized how much he missed this. It was intoxicating!

Carelessly tossing the launcher aside, he picked up the next goody from within just as the terrorists began to fire back at him. Taking out a Mini-gun (1), he grinned insanely as he released an unending barrage of bullets.

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Katsaris could only stare in disbelief at the sight of a van crashing into the main entrance to the north sector. He was further surprised when he only saw one man start shooting at his men, not taking any hits from the returning fire.

What the hell were those idiots thinking sending in just one man who was stupid enough to go through the front gates? Did they not think he would fire another rocket? Well, he'd just have to show them that he wasn't one to toy with. Oh no, he had no other choice but to show them all that he was completely serious about his threat. He didn't make idle ones. Guess that was just something they had to learn the hard way. Again.

"Prep another rocket for launch," he ordered. "If they think that I'll only shoot one, they have another thing coming."

"What will the target be?" one of his men asked, a deep voice grating to the General's ears. He looked at the man before his name came to him.

"That's a good question, Captain Thurston," he replied. "We'll send one to one of the larger cities nearby. I think Rome would be a good place. Not only will we get the city but also the Vatican as well. We'll kill two birds with one stone that way.

"As for the intruder, I want him dead, his body blown to bits to be sure that he's dead. While we're at it, execute the prisoners, except for the one with the braid. I'll take care of him myself."

Thurston saluted at him and began to issue out his orders.

Tuning back to watch the progress of the intruder, Katsaris gritted his teeth in anger.

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The group had to stop once they heard all the commotion, each wondering what was going on.

Cautiously, they followed after the sounds of pounding footsteps and shouting, hoping that they would be led out of the bowels of the Siberia and back into fresh air. The moment that sunlight touched them, they could all hear the sounds of gunfire and men swearing loudly.

Duo glanced back at Wufei, raising an eyebrow in silent askance. Wufei could only shrug back, having no idea either.

Finally reaching an exit, Duo peeked out to see men shooting at the port as something he couldn't identify. However, this was their chance. With the terrorists distracted, they could sneak around and disable the last of the rockets. They had to be somewhere nearby, somewhere on this ship.

He backed up and conferred his findings to Wufei who nodded to his observation. Quickly, he gave out their battle plan, which was to be executed immediately. They would divide into three groups of two and spread out, picking up weapons as they went along. No one argued with him as time was short and whatever was going on just might spook Katsaris into firing another rocket.

Just as they were about to go, the ominous sound of a projectile flying overhead caused them to pause. Duo paled as he recognized the sound.

They were too late. Katsaris had fired another one.

(1) I do not know the precise name of this weapon is but if you want a visual description, watch the movie "Predator" staring Arnold Schwarzenegger.