Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Silent Revolution ❯ Chapter 6

Silent Chapter Five: Missions IIII

 

Authors Notes: o_o ah, Thank you for the reviews and votes. From the reviews I have received from fanfiction dot net and gundamwinguniverse dot net it seems that the Naruto-gundam wing crossover has won. : ) I have started expanding my plans for it, and a first chapter should be up in about a week or so.

 

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For those who voted on re-writes: I am planning on eventually re-writing the majority of my old fanfics, however, I have decided to try taking it one at a time for now, so as to not get bogged down with updates again, leaving you for months at a time with no updates on some fics, and daily updates on others.

 

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Chapter Five: Missions IIII

 

 

 

He turned the final corner. His eyes widened.

 

“ShitShitShit!”

 

He darted back around the corner. Falling into a crouch, his heart pounded, eyes wide.

 

His thoughts raced. “What do I do?”

 

He had seen them. Trowa and Wufei, each crouched at opposite sides of the doorway. They had the access codes, he knew. Entry would have been no problem. Both were focused so completely and utterly on the rooms-His Excellency's rooms- aware of nothing that was going on around them.

 

`It would be so simple…If they were to be injured, if they were captured, if they were to die… the war would continue. I'd have a purpose- a place. It would take months for them to recover-months more I would have with them all… bad friends are better than no friends, aren't they? Or if they were captured-more missions-rescue attempts. It would give me more time to prepare-to find somewhere to go after this all ends, either way…'

 

A group of heavily armed guards-three, scattered across the wide, harshly florescent lit hallway. Each of their gazes were focused on the two teenage terrorists-still children, really. Guns raised, approaching steadily and surely, each one ready to attack, to capture, to kill his unsuspecting comrades, whichever one may be called for.

 

“They could die. They could be shot and bleed to death. They both could die. It would break Heero and Quatre's hearts. I…I could stop all of this now….and…I-I, I'm considering doing nothing? Letting it happen? What is wrong with me?” He felt sick. He could feel razor-winged butterflies swarming around his stomach, rebelling against him, furious at his traitorous thoughts. He fought to keep his tasteless nutrient bar-the only thing lining his stomach-down.

 

He knew it would be foolish to do something. He wouldn't be able to get out, to get all of the guards before one of them took either him or one of his two comrades out. He knew that neither of them would stand a chance, unless, by some miracle, Heero and Quatre started a distraction now.

 

`Example number one as to why you never let your guard down or your thoughts wander when in enemy territory, kiddies'

 

He knew that it would be suicide at best. But he knew that he could not do nothing. He couldn't just stand back and see them die. Now whilst he could help them.

 

 

His hand fell to his side. reaching behind him into the waist of his jeans, where he kept his Colt, out of the way whilst being within easy reach when he was setting the explosives earlier, in a place unlikely to hinder him, he drew his weapon.

 

He had no time to waste attaching a silencer- he had wasted more than he could safely afford already. The guards would be upon them in a matter of seconds. He had to act now.

 

`I'm sorry for even considering it-considering allowing you to die. I will make it up to you. I'm so sorry.'

 

He steeled himself. With steady hands, he took aim. None of the usual fear, the adrenaline, none of the excitement or anxiety, none of the usual sick horror took hold of him. All he could feel was a calm, a sense of ease and acceptance consuming him.

 

`If I die, it will be for a just cause'

 

He shot of three bullets in quick-succession. Two of the three met their mark. Small, steel bullets worked their way through blood and bone, tearing flesh, ripping apart skin and tendons, burning the edges of the wounds even at such a distance. One lodged itself in the heart of the guars furthest away from their targets, having been half-turned from them, allowing Duo a good shot at his chest. The other made its way into the back of the skull of one of the remaining guards. The bone shattered, the matter within turning to pulp. A grey and pink puddle spread out from the fallen corpse, the walls splattered with the slime matter the second of impact. His body took the longest to fall.

 

The third, however, missed its mark. It nicked his heart, instead, finding its way into his lungs. He had the time to raise his gun, luck more than aim allowing his shot to hit the alarm, before convulsions overtook him. He would die within a matter of minutes, alone and in pain, no longer a threat to them, or their cause.

 

The alarm blared.

 

They sprang into action. Spinning away, they each took a separate corridor, sparing a glance behind them, back over their shoulders. Neither looked at the for, at the bodies littering the walkway. Nor did they notice the filth now covering the walls, slowly sliding down, leaving a gory trail behind in its wake. Each of them zoomed in on the one figure standing in that corridor. Gun raised, eyes calm. He knew what he was doing. They followed his gaze. The alarm-old school style, glass covering a simple panic-button. Glass that showed spider webbing and a small bullet whole, a button, no doutedly, embedded with a bullet.

 

“03, this is 04. Abort the mission, repeat, abort the mission. There are signs of increased military activity. Get out of there. We will do the rest”

 

They each took an air vent, the pounding of military issue boots echoing endlessly around the corridors, warning them off. Neither gave the braided boy a second glance as they left. They each gave him more than a second thought, though, as they crawled hastily through the dusty vents, hands, knees and cloths alike catching on rough stray screws and un-sanded corners alike, leaving a bloody trail for none but the rats to follow.

 

It wouldn't be till later that night either would entertain thoughts as to why he would do such a thing. But the seeds of doubt were already planted within their minds. Was it an act of idiocy, or one of a traitor?

 

`Goodbye Wufei, Trowa. Someone needs to distract the soldiers until you can get back to the bikes and tell the cavalry that it's safe to start shooting at the base. It was a pleasure knowing you all…at first…perhaps it was the ideal of you all-people just like me-my age, similar responsibilities, similar experiences- that I longed for, that I deluded myself into believing in the beginning. I suppose, though, that you will never know the truth. I didn't betray you. I had a choice. Your lives or mine. I made my choice. Now I must face the consequences. On my own. Shinigami help me.

 

 

To be continued

 

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