Author's Note: The action continues. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: slight language, death, violence

Lights Out

The heavy pounding of the enemy fire was really beginning to get on Trowa's nerves. But that wasn't all, no. One of the terrorists was shouting out obscenities, as if he was enjoying this. From the sound of the voice alone, the unibanged man could tell how young this man was. However, it meant nothing as the young terrorist and his comrades were preventing him and Wufei from accomplishing their mission.

Returning fire was not becoming easier as it seemed the enemy had an unending supply. Meanwhile, he and Wufei were limited in their amount of ammunition and could only fire back sporadically.

Then they received a miraculous intervention.

All the lights shut off momentarily before the emergency lights turned on, illuminating everything in a red glow. Trowa was further surprised when the young, cursing terrorist actually stopped shooting, got out from cover, and began to shout out obscenities, demanding to know what was going on.

Trowa didn't need to be a mind reader to know that Wufei was ready to move and take advantage of this occurrence. The duo took the chance and lunged forward, rapidly shooting their confused enemy.

Taylor was completely furious. What the hell was going on? Why had the lights shut off like that? Wait until he got his hands on the rat responsible for—

His internal rant was cut short as he felt the pain from bullets enter his body, striking him everywhere. It was only then that he realized where he had been standing, only then realized how stupid he had become. But it couldn't end this way, not for him! He still had his money to collect.

One last shot from Trowa ended all thought in Taylor's mind as the bullet cut through his skull.

While the others had remained in their cover, they were too confused by the sudden turn in events that they didn't realize that Trowa and Wufei were already taking advantage their confusion and were right in front of them.

The two ex-Gundam pilots tore through they manmade blockade, slaying all that dare remain an obstacle to them. By the time the two ran out of ammo, it was over. Behind them lay a scene of massacre, no one left alive.

Glancing back at the carnage, Wufei smirked to himself when he was able to distinguish the body of the traitor Preventer agent among the dead. Justice had been served.

Without another word, the two nodded at each other and pressed forward.

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Thurston chuckled to himself. He had almost got him but the rat had jumped back at the last second. It was close but Thurston could wait. He'd get that braided rat if it was the last thing that he did. But in the meantime, he would relax and wait for his prey to poke his little head out.

Several minutes passed but Thurston did not become impatient. It was all part of the game of cat-and-mouse. Patience was his virtue and time was his ally. He could wait as long as it took.

He was unaware of the power surge inside the ship that shut off all the lights. Nor was he aware of the hatch near him opening quietly.

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How did he let Duo talk him into these things?

The Kid should have been a politician or something. He could always talk him into doing things, some of which he didn't want to do. This time may have been different because he actually wanted to do something but now that he had had time to think about it…

How in the hell was he, a L2 street rat, suppose to take down a sniper who was also a trained killer?

Oh great, the lights just shut off. Why did he have that kind of luck? Wait, it was darker in here. Oh, he could handle this. The darkness was his friend. It had helped him out many a time back on the harsh streets of L2. How much different would the hallways of this ship be anyway?

Moving upwards with the silence that only a thief could obtain and perfect, Solo scurried up staircases and corridors, trying to figure out where would be a good place for a sniper to hide. In the darkness, a small beam of light caught his eye. Was that…daylight? Perhaps he could figure out where he was and look around for the sniper in a more spacious setting.

Old street instincts made him open the hatch slowly and as quietly as he could. He had to go slowly anyway or risk becoming blind from the daylight outside. Once his eyes had adjusted as best as they could under the circumstances, he looked both left and right as he tried to get his bearings.

He stopped cold.

Not far from him was none other than the sniper that Duo wanted him to find. He could tell it was the sniper because of the rifle he was using, which just happened to look like one of the many sniper rifles he had seen in war movies that he had snuck into.

Okay, now what? He had to take this guy out. He didn't have to kill, just make sure that he couldn't hurt Duo as well as not letting him hurt himself at the same time. This was going to be a toughy. Okay, what could he do? He had his pistol but he wasn't a marksman with it and he couldn't risk letting the guy know he was there if he missed. Hey, he still had the knife he stole from the Preventers. Yeah, he could stab the guy and hold him hostage or something!

Now that was a plan!

Once again employing his thieving skills, he drew out the knife he had taken earlier, closing in on the sniper. As he drew closer and closer, he as able to hear the man's commentary to himself and he didn't like a single word of it.

Steeling his nerves, he plunged the knife into the sniper's back.

Thurston jerked and flung his elbow back the moment he felt a sharp pain and was completely surprised that his elbow hit something or someone. Releasing his rifle, he turned his attention to a scruffy blond man who was holding his gut in pain. Not bothering to check himself for injuries, he charged.

Solo hadn't expected the reaction he received. Thus the sudden blow in his gut was completely unexpected and caused him to fall back on his ass. Sensing movement in front of him, he glanced up to see a furious man just starting to rush him. The next thing he knew, he had a foot slam into his chest, forcing him down on his back. In the next second, he saw a foot hover over his face and knew he didn't have any more time.

Since he could only fight in the unorthodox street way, his move was way below the belt, literally. He kicked his leg up, his foot slamming right into the sniper's crotch.

An even more shaper pain flooded Thurston being but unlike the first pain, this one wasn't one easily pushed back. He backed a couple feet away from his attacker as he clutched his family jewels tightly.

Not feeling safe, even if the man was in serious pain, Solo pushed himself off the floor just enough to deliver a solid kick into the sniper's chest, causing him to stumble back against the railing that he had used to prop his rifle up just minutes ago. However, there was still quite a bit of momentum and the sniper continued backwards up to the point where he leaned back over the railing and gravity took over.

Solo heard the cry the sniper made as he disappeared from his view, the scream cutting off seconds later. Getting up completely, Solo chanced a look over the railing and shuddered. Okay, he hadn't meant for that to happen. Well, at least the sniper was out of the way. It was up to Duo now.

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Hearing the cry and its sudden end, Duo suspected that Solo had just finished his task. Only one real way to find out. Taking his life into his hands, Duo dashed out from the cover provided by the Siberia only to have nothing happen to him once he reached the rocket. As quickly as he could, he removed the canister within and threw it overboard, waiting until he heard the splash below before he continued to move.

And wouldn't you know it, no one shot at him. So Solo had been successful. Alright, by his count that left only…one more rocket to stop.

It was somewhere around here but Duo knew where it wasn't. He had to hurry though. No telling when Katsaris would launch it.

Casting a look around, he rushed back into the now red lighted ship interior.