Scene 11 - 15 Gundam Wing After Dekim
Scene 12: Desolation Angels
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There are two kinds of people who never amount to much: those who cannot do
what they are told, and those who can do nothing else.
the boy before him. ‘You’re objective is
to complete the mission no matter what the cost, no matter how many lives it
takes. Is that clear?’
like a recording.
All he could see was the little girl
with her puppy, smiling and laughing.
All he heard were the screams and the sound of the building breaking
apart as more people died for his mission.
Heero woke
up in a cold sweat. He shook his head to
clear it reminding himself that he no longer had any missions, no longer took
orders from J, and he no longer piloted a Gundam.
remembeat hat he did not have missions and that Dr. J could not get at him
because he was dead, although he was not certain that he believed that.
he was only kidding himself if he truly believed that he had a chance at
leading a normal life like everyone else.
He did not know the first thing about living a normal life and as he
looked around the bare hotel room he had taken for the night he was not sure
that he wanted one.
His dreams
were becoming increasingly harder to distinguish from memory and reality.
there was not much that could be done for him other than to go on medication
and extensive therapy. Therapy was not
an option, it was too dangerous. Besides
most of the qualified doctors would not treat him, no one wanted a reminder of
the war so close at hand. Even if that
reminder was the two time savior of the world, the media made that painfully
clear, as did many of the prominent doctors in their refusal to treat
soldiers.
Heero shook
his head, clearing away those thoughts.
He dressed quickly and efficiently and packed away his three sets of
clothes that he had managed to gather in his travels.
there was nothing here for him. There
was no way to ease his dreams and nightmares, no way to recover the line that
had blurred reality, not here.
He needed a
plhe che could blend in better, a place where he could work and ignore the
people around him. Heero sat back on the
single mattress bed thinking about where he could disappear to.
before and he remembered all the things that Duo had told him, the things that
his few history classes had told him about.
It sounded like what he was looking for, a place with diversity and
where someone could lose themselves in the throngs of the big cities.
to
The ever
present black laptop sat on the nightstand and he turned to it and was rapidly
scanning sites and collecting data.
Curly
the areas surrounding it were homes to just over fifty million people, plenty
of people to lose himself in and not be noticed.
evening, a non-stop flight straight to
Heero
arrived promptly at the shuttle port and went to the check-in area for flights
to
“Hello,” He
said politely but with no warmth behind it.
“My name is Mr. Brown. I have a
seat reserved on flight E144 in the first class section.”
“Hold on
one moment and let me check our records,” The perky young woman offered with a
smile.
She typed a
few strokes on the computer, eyes scanning the list in front of her with a
slight look of concentration. A few
minutes later she was handing Heero Yuy a boarding pass and wishing him to have
a pleasant trip to
to fly with her company again. Heero
merely nodded at her and then turned and found a seat to wait.
He only
waited twenty minutes to board for the long flight.
of the ten hour flight, not sleeping a bit because he did not want to have a
nightmare that would scare the passengers.
Heero had been kicked out of apartments and hotels because he had been
so loud during some of the dreams.
Drawing attention to himself again would not help him to disappear into
the sea of humanity, a sea that he did not belong in.
The shuttle
taxied into a
and he disembarked. He took a deep
breath of the air and found it to be satisfactory if not a little smoggier than
what he was used to in
around him and shouldering his two bags he went off in search of a place to
stay and food to eat. While he was the
Perfect Soldier even he had to eat like amal mal person and he certainly did
not deprive himself of the option if eating was available to him.
He walked
the busy streets, taking in everything around him.
and he could see tall buildings everywhere with people coming and going about
their work. He knew that he could never
be a part of that but he did not think he would be missing out on anything too
important.
As he moved
through one crowd where there was an open spot he felt a slight bump and knew
instantly that his wallet was gone. He
looked behind himself and saw a youth of about ten slipping down an alley
way. The young boy reminded him of Duo,
only Duo was much better at lifting things as Heero knew from personal
experience. Roughly he pushed those
thoughts far from his mind.
Rather than becoming angry at the
thought of his wallet being stolen he was curious as to where the boy was
headed. He remembered Duo telling him
about kids picking pockets for a living but Duo had never told him where the
kids went to after they had made their score.
He followed after the young boy being sure not to follow to close but
close enough so that the boy remained in his line of sight.
rougher and rougher with each passing block.
Finally Heero saw the boy disappear into aaliaalian restaurant and he
followed only after a moment’s hesitation.
Inside the room was dimly lit but
his eyes rapidly adjusted and he quickly spotted that there were no customers
seated but at the back of the room in a little booth he spotted the young boy
sitting with two older men. He made sure
that his bag was tucked securely over his shoulder before walking up to the
little party who were still unaware of his presence.
“I want my
wallet back,” He said evenly to the boy.
The boy
went pale and his eyes went wide with shock.
Heero merely stared at him, wag.
“I don’t
know what you’re talking about,” The boy stammered nervously.
spanspan>“Omae o
koruso,” Heero threatened, drawing a gun out of his pocket, pointing it and
cocking it right at the boy.
“Hey there
now,” A smooth voice cut in. “What’s say
you and me try and talk things out in a civilized fashion?
“I don’t
recall talking to you,” Heero growled out still keeping his gun and gaze on the
boy but keeping track of the other two men at the table.
The boy
fished it deftly out of his pocket and handed it over.
before placing it his right backhand pocket where it had been taken from.
the boy. The danger was mostly passed
now that he had what he wanted.
“Next time
make sure you’re not tailed,” Heero advised the youth with a glare.
into.”
“Wait a
second,” The smooth voice cut in once again.
“What do you do for a living?”
“Nothing,”
Heero answered truthfully with a frown.
“What do
you want if I hired you for something?” The man asked.
Heero saw
that the man who spoke to him was close to forty with dark brown hair and
eyes. His skin was olive and he had a
slight accent to his voice. Over all
though he did not look that bad, in fact he looked like he did not belong in
the restaurant. He was too richly
dressed to be in this neighborhood unless he perhaps owned the restaurant or
had family working there. Heero
instantly noted all of this and filed it away in his head for later use.
“I want to
forget,” He replied.
“I can do
that for you,” The man assured him.
“Ever heard of Zeus?”
“No,” Heero
answered.
“Well Zeus
can help you to forget,” The man told him with a small smile.
as well.”
“What is it
that you want from me?” Heero asked.
“I want you
to kill,” The man said. “Can you do
that?”
“Yes,”
Heero answered.
He needed
to forget so desperately and all he needed to do was to kill, something he did
well. He would do it just to
forget. If he could forget it did not
matter if he got more blood on his hands.
They were stained permanently anyway, more deaths would never change
that, he was beyond redemption of any kind.
“Marco,” The man said to the larger
man seated next to him. “Take our friend
here and give him Zeus. Enough so he can
sleep for the night. I’ll come by
tomorrow morning to check in on you.
What did you say your name was again?”
“I didn’t,”
Heero responded, brows drawn together.
“My name is classified information and I don’t think you’d really want
to know what it is.”
The man looked
him up and down carefully and for the first time seemed aware of just how young
Heero really was.
“How do I
know that you can do the job?” The man asked, looking unsure of his possible
employee.
“Tell me
the mission and then give me Zeus and tomorrow I’ll do it,” Heero replied
calmly.
“Kid,” The
man spoke to the young child, remembering suddenly that he was still
there. “Beat it.”
The young
pickpocket scrambled out from behind the booth and fled out through the door
flipping the sign so that it said closed.
Heero turned back to the man after watching the young boy leave.
“What I
want is for the mayor to meet with an unfortunate accident,” The man said
folding his hands on the table. “I don’t
care how it happens. He can slip in the
shower for all I care just so long as he’s dead and won’t be coming back to
life.”
“Do you
want it to look like an accident?” Heero began his questioning so he would know
his mis par parameters. “Would you like
for there to be little remains left?
Would you simply like him to have a bullet between his eyes like an
assassination?”
“Shoot
him,” The man said at last with a nod.
“It would be quicker and easier that way.”
“I’ll need
a sniper rifle with a flash suppressor and silencer,” Heero looked straight at
the man. “The scope will need to be
strong enough so that I can be up to two thousand or more feet away from the
objective. I need to know his schedule.
“Marco,”
The man turned to the big burly one seated beside him.
Answer his questions.”
“He gets to
work every morning at
exactly,” Marco answered looking at Heero suspiciously.
“I’ll need
to get set up at around four in the morning then just in case he comes early,”
Heero said thoughtfully planning out the mission in his head.
surrounding buildings where the whole front of his office can be seen?”
“Plenty of
those,” The man called Marco laughed.
“I need a
car waiting for me precisely three blocks away,” Heero instructed.
fifteen minutes. I’ll leave it in the
car. I want to be dropped off ten blocks
away from where I am picked up and I’ll come back here for lunch.”
“It will
all be arranged,” The man who appeared to be in charge promised.
“It’s
already
glancing at the clock on the wall. “I
need to go down to the building and scope out a good vantage point to shoot
from. I’ll be back here at
“Ma>“Marco,”
The man said. “I want you to wait in the
back for him. Make sure everything he
needs is waiting and ready to go.”
“I have
just one more question,” Heero said stopping the man while he was putting on
his jacket. “Why does he need to die?”
“He double
crossed me,” The man spoke softly.
“Because of him my nephew is in prison.”
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Heero
nodded. He could understand now why the
mayor was being killed and he would do it for the chance to forget.
would help him to forget and he no longer cared what Zeus was so long as it worked
and kept the memories a
wanted to forget what he had done, he did not care about what he was about to
do. It was only one life and not an
innocent one based on the people he was now involved with.
it mattered so long as he was able to forget for just a little while, to slip
into oblivion.
He found
the perfect building off of
that had the best view of the Mayor’s office building from several different
angles. The roof was easy to get to and
he was confident in his abilities and knew that he w be be able to get away in
a hurry and with ease. He studied the
area around him and the layout of the streets and shops in case he could not
get away as he had planned. After
several hours he went into a small diner and grabbed a cup of coffee.
warmth and caffeine would help him to be a little more alert when the time
came.
Carefully
he slipped into the darkness and went back to the little Italian
restaurant. Marco was waiting for him in
the back with the required items. The
gun was perfect for the job.
“You know
that small diner that’s about two and a half blocks away from the Mayor’s
office?” Heero asked him. “It’s called
the Acorn Diner. I want the car waiting
there out in front. '> I will be there by
tell the car to leave. at eight.”
“It’ll be
done,” Marco promised him with a glance.
“Don’t worry about it. Where do
you want to be dropped off?”
“I’ll tell
the driver that in the car,” Heero answered not willing to trust anyone.
Marco did
not look pleased at the answer but he remained silent without saying anything
negative to Heero. It was as if he
instinctively knew that it would get him no where fast and it might possibly
have him put six feet under and that was something Marco did not want to
risk. Heero went and dressed in all
black and packed the gun away in the suitcase that he would use to transport it
in to his site.
In another
bag he packed away a pair of loafers and a blazer jacket, neatly folded so that
the wrinkles would be less noticeable.
At exactly
headed out the door with the bag slung over his shoulder and suitcase in
hand. He stashed the bag behind a
dumpster before he climbed up the fire escape and was sitting on the roof
waiting for the Mayor’s arrival by four in the morning.
began to assemble the gun, slowly so he would not draw any attention to himself
or scare off the roosting pigeons. Then
he found the position he would take the shot from.
waiting for his tarto ato appear on the scene.
Around
windows pulled up in front of the building.
mayomayor, he knew from a picture he had been shown earlier by Marco,
was ushered out of the car. Heero cocked
the gun and lined up his target. He
followed the man’s movements through the scope and then he squeezed the trigger
with one light tap and watched through the scope as the man went down in a
burst of red.
Quickly he
rolled away from the side oe bue building so no one could see him and then he
went about disassembling the gun and packing it away which took him under two
minutes. He raced down the fire escape
and pulled the bag out from behind the dumpster.
onto his stocking clad feet. He slipped
on the blue blazer and tucked his boots into the shopping bag.
the diner, briefcase and shopping bag in hand.
The car was
there, waiting as he had requested. It
was
into the back seat and shut the door.
“Drop me at
the florist shop off to the east,” Heero requested.
The driver
and passenger up front said nothing but headed to the shop as they were
asked. Heero stepped out of the car,
empty-handed and shut the door behind him.
He did not look back as he went down the street and disappeared quickly
around the corner. From there he slipped
into a slightly beat-up car and drove off to get breakfast.
After
eating he went and drove around the city for a few hours to kill some
time. He bac back at the Italian
restaurant right at
same back booth and Heero walked purposefully over to him.
“
completed,” He said to the man as he took the booth across from him.
“I hope you
don’t mind but I took the liberty of ordering you a nice linguini,” The man
smiled at him. “Now, this has Zeus in
it.” He slid an envelope across the
table which Heero took from him. “Don’t
open it here. You can never be sure of
who’s watching.”
“Thank
you,” Heero said pocketing the envelope.
“I need a place to stay.”
“How long
do you want to work for me?” The man asked.
“I don’t
know,” Heero said. “For however long I
can forget.”
“Good,” The
man nodded approvingly.
Their meals
were set in front of them and they began to eat.
was coming in, people knew about it.
Heero ate a few more bites before setting his fork down.
“What’s
your name?” Heero asked. “I should know
since I’ll be working for you.”
“It’s
Carlos Corzano,” Carlos replied. “You
can address me as Mr. Corzano. I’ve made
accommodations for living arrangements if you want them.
York
services. Is there anything you
require?”
“A
computer,” Heero said. “I can make the
necessary modifications to it later.”
“One is
already there,” Corzano said. “Finish
your meal and I’ll have Marco drop you off.”
“Thank
you,” Heero said again.
“Don’t
thank me,” Corzano smiled at him, pleased with the young man before him.
“What’s
going to happen to your nephew?” Heero asked curious to know if Carlos planned
to get him out.
“He’ll
serve out his term I expect,” Corzano said with a small sigh.
“I can get
him out,” Heero offered.
“You do
breaking and entering?” Corzano asked in mild surprise.
“I was
trained to do many things,” Heero said at last.
“Trained to kill, to always complete my mission without failure above
all else. I can use guns and many other
weapons. I can drive and fly most
vehicles and break into high security places and get things or people out.”
“Why?” Corzano
asked.
“I can’t
tell you,” Heero said flatly with a glare aimed at his new employer.
have to kill you and everyone connected to you to make sure it doesn’t get
out. Why, who I was, what I did, none of
that matters any longer.”
“Fine,”
Corzano said loo at at him closely and taking a sip of wine.
nephew Franco is being held at. Whatever
else you need is yours as long as you get him out of that stink hole.”
“What do I
do with him after I get him out?” Heero asked.
“Take him
back to your place,” Corzano instructed.
“I’ll have someone take him back to
They
finished the rest of the meal in silence and then Corzano and Heero got into a
waiting car and were driven off. Heero
moved into the townhouse provided by Corzano and found that Zeus was a godsend
to him. Names were a thing of the past
and he no longer had dreams, he was in control.