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A/N: Heh, heh, heh... XD I found out a way to make this chapter both longer, and more evil! XD Which is the cliff-hanger of course. XD ::evil grin::

Duo knew me well. I was exactly where he said I'd be, but first I'd had to make a very special trip.

"Holy flying, flipping, fucking shit mate, what the fuck happened to you!" I was in South Africa, and that was my friend Chipo.

"Oh my god, she needs a doctor, and fast!" That was her twin brother, and also my friend Katlego, as he caught me after I fell out of my gundam after their super-technological sun dome opened up to receive me after their security system recognized me and let me land.

"You!" Chipo pointed at a freaked out maid holding a silver tray abruptly, and the poor traumatized woman jumped about a foot and a half as Katlego gathered me carefully into his arms. "Go get our family doctor! Now!"

"Yes!" The poor woman yelped, saluting before turning on her heel and sprinting off as fast as she could, back of her short, black skirt flying up without a care in the world as Katlego carried my half-conscious, blood-covered self carefully bridal-style towards the couches they had in their sun garden of palm trees and other exotic plants, the sun dome closing up after I had passed through. It was a heck of a lot slower than Bullet was, and that's probably was made it seem ancient, even though it was made of the most recent technology.

You've probably guessed it by now, but Chipo and Katlego are filthy rich. Your first guess at what their parents do for a living is probably correct. Their mother is the CEO for what used to be the Samsung, Nokia, and Toyota industries, which had merged together a few generations ago, and was now called the Toiasun Technology Inc., and their father was the CEO for a company I couldn't remember the name of, but used be the Ford, Jeep, Solar, and Verizon industries combined with the entire south African gun industry- which was a booming business during the war, but had now switched completely into manufacturing anti-war products. So basically, their family was full of technology geeks. They built the entire skyscraper they lived in, keeping the top two floors to themselves, and renting everything else. Which brought in good money, because 'everything else' was highly technological too.

Katlego and Chipo had backed away from the couch Katlego had put me on, and their doctor extracted the bullet from my shoulder after having injected me with morphine and making me feel all loopy. At least I hadn't been in any pain.

Chipo and Katlego were 18 years old, two years older than I was, and one year older than Wufei and Trowa- and were blasians- black Asians- their mother being Chinese, and their father a native African. They were the ones who had helped me make Bullet how she was today. I had originally made her from ceramic, since that was the only resource I had had at the time of making her. I had taken her for a test drive and lost control over her, and had crashed through their sun dome before losing consciousness. I was honestly surprised that they hadn't reported me to the police, instead taking an interest in how I'd designed Bullet- although they had no qualms about using it as threat to keep me where I was. I was there for about two weeks, engrossed with them in upgrading Bullet and improving her design and systems based upon my original design of her. They were the ones who had mass ordered the red gundanium and golden gundurium. They were the ones who had ordered the equipment I had needed to rebuild her, they had been the ones to keep the security around me tighter than microscopically tight, and they were the ones that had watched in utter fascination as I rebuilt Bullet from scratch, making her better than ever before, thanks to many of their ideas. I owed them a lot of things, though they wouldn't hear of my owing them anything, simply grateful that they had been able to witness and be a part of something so fantastical from their point of view, and I had come here to ask them for another favor.

The Black Sheep Gang knew what I looked like. The last time I had seen them, they had had a butler who had a passion for cosmetics, masks and everything that revolved around 007. I came to them for his services.

So now, after having fully healed- thanks to Chipo absolutely refusing to let me go until I was in top-notch condition; Katlego refusing to let me go until he had fully polished, primed and did whatever he did to tune up Bullet so well; and their butler refusing to let me go until I had everything that he could think that I could or would need in my mission(not that I would've left any sooner, since that was what I'd come for – but he was a fanatic)- I was in the base of the Black Sheep mini-mafia. Which was what they were, really. Chipo's butler's disguises were good. Really good. I had knocked out a guard and taken his clothes, and now I was impersonating a man, with all my bases covered. Seriously. And no, you don't want to know what I mean by that.

I had been here for three days, sleeping in Samuel Wrak's room, never taking off my mask, and studying the mini-mafia from the inside, when the alarms went off. I grabbed Samuel Wrak's M-45, ran with everyone else like we did during the daily drills, expression blank and emotionless to face the intruders, gun to my shoulder. My mask was made to contort with my facial expressions, like another layer of skin, but it hid my expression far better than I could've hidden it with my own face, ice rushing through my heart as I- thankfully at the back of the group- ducked behind a corner, staring at the opposite wall with wide eyes, adrenaline making my heart thrum like a hummingbird.

The boys were here.

Quatre's eyes widened as he felt a familiar sense of emotion that wasn't his own, filling his chest. He gasped and pressed himself against the wall behind him, pressing his hand to his heart, closing his eyes and giving a half-smile, relieved to be feeling Trio's energy again. I caught his actions out of the corner of my eye, and fell back, covering him as he did what he did best, watching Wufei's back as he opened fire into the enemy ranks, marching towards us in regiments.

"She's here Duo." I glanced down at the blonde, where he was half crouched against the wall, eyes closed and frowning in concentration. That was quite a display of trust, having his eyes closed, even if we were all wearing Kevlar vests, something could still happen. We could be shot in the head, as we weren't wearing anything protective over our noggins, preferring mobility over protection. I gave Quatre my ears, and the opposing ranks my eyes. "She's confused, frantic." Quatre observed, and I frowned, shooting a soldier in the stomach with a rubber bullet, knocking him out and making him bleed. "She's been surprised, and is trying to come up with another plan. She's not talking to me, but it seems like our turning up threw a wrench in her plans." I gave a short, bitter laugh, shooting another man in the thigh, and then another in the shoulder, shooting continuously and never missing the mark. Sounded just like her.

"Sounds just like the Onna." I heard Wufei mutter, showing me that he was listening, even as he continuously shot into the crowd, standing a little further away from us. I smiled bitterly.

"She's afraid we won't recognize her." I blinked at Quatre's statement. What?

"She's in disguise?"

"Yes. As a man. I just got a glimpse of her reflection."

"Wow. That's a piece of work. I'd like to know where she got that disguise."

"From some friends in South Africa."

"… Are you sure she's not talking to you?"

"…she taught me well."

"Ha." I wuffed a soft laugh, a small, genuine smile pulling at the corners of my mouth. Quatre and Trio could be like twins at times, and fond memories started to fill my brain as I spotted danger at the same time Quatre gasped. Wufei's back was turned, and an enemy soldier was sneaking up from behind. In an instant, I had my gun up, and pulled the trigger.

Click. Click, click. Click-click-click! It's jammed! SHIT!

"Wufei!" The Chinese man jumped at my yell as the sniper behind him kneeled and raised his gun in one smooth motion as I tossed mine away. Quatre gasped and reached out for me as I thoughtlessly raced out of his reach, the sniper pulling the trigger, and the bullet leaving the barrel.

BANG!

"Duo!

"You idiot!"