The Thirteenth Step 1/?

[APerfectSoldier87]

Warning: Violence, Adult Language?
Author:Joe

Italics=lyrics
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or The Package, property of AperfectCircle

The Package

Clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
Eye on what I'm after
I don't need another friend
Smile and drop the cliche
'Till you think I'm listening
I take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again

Another job, another political party, another murder. He'd planned this for the last 6 months, much longer then his employer had wanted, or thought reasonable for a time limit on a hit, but this was delicate, besides expenses were being paid for. Bright lights and fake smiles greeted him as he came up to the front of the palace. They were observing the birthday of a fool in his opinion, but his opinion didn't matter, at least not after he was paid.

He greeted the Preventer security guards with a casual smile and a joke that he'd picked up somewhere. Walking through the metal detectors he was stopped and searched, the guard patting him up and down, as well as running a second scan with a hand-held metal detector. He wouldn't be caught with anything, he wasn't stupid, he knew how tight security would be.

Peripheral on the package
Don't care to settle in
Time to feed the monster
I don't need another friend
Comfort is a mystery
Crawling out of my own skin
Just give me what I came for, then I'm out the door again

The room was brightly lit, expansive with a dance floor set aside in the middle, and a band playing in a near corner. The tables sat it an octaganal shape around the ballroom, with servers running back and forth, bowing to the whims of the tables they had been assigned.

Sitting at his assigned table for the evening's festivities he scanned security over, looking for the opportunity he needed, in doing so he also saw the MARK, dancing with what appeared to be a little boy, about two, brown hair with blue eyes. He was anxious, even as a slow song began to play by the band, he could feel the adrenaline. The rush to complete the job, to kill. Of course on the outside he was smiling, making witty conversation with those who shared his table, a fat Senator, his obnoxious wife, and several other couples that stank of vodka and cigar smoke.

Lie to get what I came for
Lie to get just what I need
Lie to get what I crave
Lie and smile to get what's mine

"Excuse me Senator, I must use the facilities, but I'll be back for the rest of that delightful story" he felt the words leave his mouth with a jolly tune, but had trouble holding in his contempt.

He'd seen the 'opportunity' patrol by just a moment ago. He knew that he would need a weapon though, and it had worked out in the end. Preventer's all carried standard issue beretta's. Killing one of them and stealing their weapon would be a simple matter.

The area he'd drifted off to was secluded, all he needed now was the dummy.

"Excuse me Sir, I've lost my way, I'm trying to find the bathroom and seem to be quite lost." The assassin's voice was smooth, but concerned. The surprised Preventer turned and look quizzically for a moment, before responding.

"That's no problem", the Preventer outstretched his hand and began to walk closer to what seemed to be a lost guest, "The head is this way and the ......"

He was cut off as the assassin's hand smashed it's way into the man's nose, crushing the nasal cavity and pushing the bone far into the head of the now dead Preventer.

Eye on what I'm after
I don't need another friend
Nod and watch your lips move
If you need me to pretend
Because clever got me this far
Then tricky got me in
I'll take just what I came for
Then I'm out the door again

He had two minutes to kill her. He'd seen where she was sitting, and remembered where he had last seen her, it would be only a matter of seconds until he was able to finish the job. All of his work, his planning, it would come to fruition in these next moments.

He was 50 feet away now, his shot was clear and with the accuracy and precision only a professional could have, he fired two shots off, his third was stopped as a bullet from his left entered his arm, another hitting him in the chest and knocking him off of his feet.

The two would have to do, one in the head and the other in the chest, or so he hoped, he was having trouble thinking with the amount of blood he was losing. He looked up again at where the shots had come from to see the boy holding a gun, only older.

Give this to me
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine

Heero hadn't seen the man until it was to late. The shot's he'd fired had disabled but not killed the man, and now people were screaming and running to the point that he couldn't get a clear shot.

Heero took off at a run, ramming the people unfortunate enough to get in his way. He could see the assassin stumbling through the people to the front door. Was that his plan, to walk out the front like a guest? He wouldn't get the chance to try as far as Heero was concerned.

"Duo, close it down, the entire palace Now!!" Heero screamed into the walkie talkie, that was breaking under his grip. He watched as the blood pattern he was now following curved to the right.

"Already started, where are you? I'll send some support." Duo's worried voice buzzed over the radio.

"Southeastern Wing, Window Garden, and get these goddamned lights on." Heero's voice showed the anger he felt at the moment. It had started to rain, streaks began to show on the large windows, the pillars took the shadows of the lines in making a dance of sorts on the walls. It was there the blood trail stopped, here he heard the labored breathing and here he was shot in the chest.

Give this to me
Take what's mine
Mine, mine, mine
Take what's mine
Give this to me

He felt it as it tore through his skin embedding itself into his ribs. The blood curdled up to his throat and stayed there, his anger kept him going at that moment. He stumbled back, and leaned against one of the pillars for some type of cover.

Heero took a breath, brought his weapon to the ready and turned the corner. He was seeing double at the moment, which meant double shots at every target.

Scanning the area he saw his enemy, now barely able to hold his weapon up leaning against the pillar he had used to shoot from.

"You shot her. Why?" His gun was still leveled at the dying man keeping a careful distance as not to be shot again.

"Who?" he spat derisively, his eyes slowly rolling into the back of his head.

"Relena Yuy, my wife. Tell me why or I swear to God that I'll rip your throat out!" Heero had abandoned his safe stance and was now holding the man up by his collar, the blood from his own wound had began to pump ferociously.

"It was.....was....just a job." the man sighed out his last words then closed his eyes.

Take what's mine, take what's mine, mine...
Take what's mine, take what's mine, take what's mine,
This is mine, mine, mine

Heero's run back to the ballroom of the palace was the fastest he'd ever been. He'd been preoccupied with the assassin to tend to Relena's wounds, but when he saw her still laying on the floor his face was that of a man in shock.

The two shot's had hit her once in the lower part of her chest, and the second seemed to have hit her head, creating a permanent part. The Para -medics were working, but the blood was what stayed on his mind, and that, was what stopped the perfect soldier, the blood of the one he loved.

TBC

[bookworm]

Wow. Any resolution? Pretty please.

[perfectpeach]

more more more! i dont like good poeple dying! im naive!

[LilTrix]

You're gonna continue right?

[APerfectSoldier87]

I'll try, I make no promises, maybe after seven chapters.