Overkill

Written by Arti Cuno

Part One

Note: I'm not a Gundam Wing know it all, Heck, I haven't seen a great lot so a lot is bound to be wrong, blame YTV for only airing 3 eps then taunting us poor canadians about maybe not showing anymore....

Another clear sky evening. Stars twinkling and a cresent moon above like every other night. Along with the sound of gangs out in the street causing havoc and trafic of people going home after a long day of work, there was another more friendly sound, the sound of a duet between two people, a violin and a flute.

A few people wandering along the sidewalks stopped to listen, trying to find the source of the melody but they gave up after realizing it wasn't from outside, the two were inside and the sound going through a window.

The beautiful sound was suddenly interupted, the sound of a sonicboom shook everything around, shattering windows and causing car alarms to sound.

The two playing the molody stopped and looked as a nearby window shattered. The burnette with the flute shielded his face as he was struck with the flying glass, the blond with the violin ducked behind a chair, escaping the blast of glass.

"Trowa!" the blond yelled, jumping to his friends side. "Are you alright?"

Trowa brushed the glass from his hair and seemed to not care that he was cut. "I'm fine Quatre." he replied, his voice almost emotionless.

Quatre smiled slightly, but seemed as if he wasn't really happy. Trowa always hid how he really felt, it was because of his training he'd had since he was young. He was much like another they both knew, Heero.

"I'll get some bandages for you're hand," Quatre suggested, leaving to get them. "Maybe you should check to see if the news has a report on what that was. It sounded like something hit the planet with a bang... I hope it isn't Zechs attacking again..."

Quatre seemed to continue worrying as he left the room. Trowa kicked the bottom of the table in front of him, sending the TV remote into the air, landing perfectly in his hand. He turned the TV on and flicked over to the news channel where, indeed, there was already a report on there about what had happened.

"Just seconds ago the city was struch with what seems to be a metorite from space" The reported said, with an image of a hole beat into the ground being shown beside him. "It is believed that the metorite must have been fairly large but not ebough to cause any serious damage other then where it directly hi-- wait a moment, I've just been informed it was NOT, I repeat NOT a metorite, an eye-witness has reported it was a machine of some type simlair to the ones that have been appearing thoughout the-"

Trowa clicked off the TV and stood up, preparing to leave.

"What's going on?" Quatre asked, returning with the banadages he had left to find. "What did the news say?"

Trowa glaced towards Quatre as he opened the door to leave. "We have a visitor from space." he simply replied.

As Trowa walked down the street, intent on finding this newly landed... whatever it had been, Quatre lagged behind him. Trowa glanced down at a paper in his pocket he'd grabbed and scribbled the address to where the "metorite" had hit. It was only a few block away, he didn't need the address to tell him, the dust kicked into the air and smell of something burning was enough.

As he was about to round a corner he stopped as Quatre's hand fell on his shoulder.

"I asked you to wait!" Quatre half panted. "You seem focused only on finding this new gundam or whatever it may be."

Trowa made a half nod, "I am, it's my duty to ensure OZ hasn't somehow recieved backup and this newly arrived is just that."

Trowa and Quatre's heads both snapped about at the sound of a scream from an alley way. Quatre rushed to see what it was, Trowa didn't seem to want to be bothered but followed anyway. As they looked into the alleyway the scream originated from, they could see a girl being attacked. She looked to be about their age, around 16, but oddly she had teal-ish green hair.

Quatre ran down the alley, intent on stopping the attacker but was surprived to see it was the ATTACKER that had screamed, the girl was defending herself and knocked him back with a flying kick. The attacker charged a second time. The girl backflipped once, bounced her feet off the wall and flew into the air. "Psychic Blast!" she yelled, halding her hands, palms facing one another as a ball of energy formed and she threw it into the man's face. He fell and his the ground/opposit wall full force and was out cold.

"Wow..." was the only word Quatre could manage. He stepped closer to her. "Are, are you okay?" he stammered. "I guess that's a stupid question, I think maybe I should be asking him that."

Quatre faintly smiled, the girl grinned back then jumped against one of the walls, bouncing from one to the other, all the way to the top of one of the buildings then off into the night.

"That was the oddest thing I've seen." Quatre sounded astonished. He turned to Trowa who was looking at the sky that was starting to cloud over. "She used some kind of energy attack, but didn't have a weapon on her that I could see."

Trowa turned to leave, continuing along to where the crash site was. "No doubt it was an audio triggered device attached to her hand that caused the attack." he replied, calm as ever. "Though it did seem quite powerful for the size the weapon would be. I'll have to look into the new weapon's being released later."

"Agreed, for all we know she may be on the Oz's side and trouble for us."

The two approached the site of the crash, it was blocked off with police officers in mini moble suits while reporters were swarming around and frie fighters atempting to put out the surounding fires caused by the heat from the impact.

Trowa's eyes wandered to the his left where there was another person standing, looking over the area. A male with blond hair, longish in the front flopping over on either side of his face, and shorter in the back, not unlike Trowa's only this person's was split to the sides. The guy looked over at Trowa and Quatre and smirked, he approched them and began to speak. "Seems it was another Gundam." he said, looking over the site again. "What's your opinion?"

Quatre followed the guy's gaze. "I've no idea, Sir. The news reporters see to think it was but the millitary denies it."

He nodded. "They deny everything. However, I know the truth about it. Not like I'd go telling just anyone but I'm sure you two wouldn't got blabbing to anyone about it, hmm?"

"Just what do you know?" Trowa asked, looking the overly talkative guy in the eyes.

He blinked his seem-too-large-to-be-male-unless-he-was-only-young blue eyes and brushed his hair aside. "I know who the pilot is. Saw him get out and everything. Know where the gundam is too" he shrugged. "Not that you care, eh? Well, I should be going. I'm new to the town, need to find a place to stay, usual."

He walked off as rudely as he'd first came leaving Trowa and Quatre to themselves again.

"How rude." Quatre shook his head. "Do you think we should follow him? To see if we can get more info from him?"

"No, he was lieing." Trowa replied, turning to leave. "He was just a kid wanting to show off."

"Hey, guys!"

Trowa and Quatre looked up to see Duo heading their way. "Didn't expect to meet you two here. Heero, maybe, but thought you'd be off.. well, somewhere. Geez, come to think of it it does seem like you'd be here. If I see Wufei though I'll be surprised."

Trowa crossed his arms and looked to the roof tops. He sighed without anyone noticing and scanned with his eyes to see if the girl that had fled a few minutes ago was around. She was no where to be found but the guy they had spoken with was. He was sitting on the edge of a rooftop with a pair a spy glasses to his eyes looking over the field. Trowa was begining to suspect he was working for Zechs, and when he'd been talking to them he'd been tryng to get infomation from them.

"We should leave." Trowa suggested. "We have a spy here, the blonde on the roof behind Duo, I have a suspesion he's with Zechs."

Duo laughed a faint what-are-you-talking-about laugh (heh heh type) and looked to where Trowa had discribed. "That's the most I've ever heard you say." he mused, looking for this spy. "Well, well, seems we do, unless he's someone looking for the gundam to steal, hey, you'll never know!"

Quatre sighed, loud enough to hear, unlike Trowa. "There's no way he could suspect us of being Gundam pilots." he looked about to be sure no one heard him. "And I have Sandrock near by if we run into trouble."

"We shouldn't have allowed him to leave. If he did see the gundam he shouldn't be permitted to live. If he didn't really, then he souldn't be bragging he had seen it." Trowa announced, walking off.

Quatre quickly followed, leaving Duo behind at the scene.

It was morninging now, Trowa was at the circus he worked at with Catherine, practicing their Trowa plays target, Catherine throws daggers act. Trowa stood, seeming as if he wasn't caring if he was hit, but deep down he didn't want to be struck. His training had prepaired him to the point "if I die, it's all part of my duty to peace".

He suddenly found himself drifting slightly, thinking over the possibilities of where the new gundam was hidden. And trying to think of what the guy he'd ran into had to do with anything. He didn't even know what kind of weapon that girl he'd seen was using, though he thought it would be a good idea to find out incase it was something Zechs had created for his minions to make them more powerful.

"TROWA!!" Catherine yelled, snapping him back to reality.

Trowa looked to where she was and realized she'd thrown her last dagger, but it was heading for his shoulder. He tried to pull aside and dodge but his other arm fell against another dagger that had been thrown before, something he should have known, if he'd been focused. He grabbed the dagget that was beside him and pulled it out, throwing it to the ground, leaving him just enough room to dodge.

"Are you alright!?" Cathrine asked, running to his side.

Trowa nodded and stepped away from the target. "I believe this is enough practice for today." he walked off, as if nothing happened.

I should check into some things, Trowa thought. I need access to a computer first though. Or I could take Heavyarms out and search for the gundam. It seems odd it hasn't been picked up yet. Duo mentioned he was going out searching for a while last night.

Before Trowa left the Circus grounds, he noticed something from the corner of his eye, the same guy he'd seen the night before. He changed his direction of walking, trying to make it look like he had intended the change, and walked by the guy, checking to see what he was doing.

Unexpectedly, the guy turned around at that exact second. "Hey! Trowa, right?" the blonde smiled, and stuck out his hand. "Saiyo Darsekai, here."

Trowa raised an eyebrow and reluctantly shoot Saiyo's hand.

"Er, well, I know I seem like a jerk, eh? Well... I was just hyped up about the new gumdam thing, y'know?"

"Why did you come here?" Trowa interupted.

Saiyo seemed to blush a bit. "I, er..." he looked about. "Can we go somewhere else? There's something I have to tell you, it's important."

Trowa nodded and motioned for Saiyo to follow him, Trowa lead him to out back of the circus grounds where no one was at that time of day. "What is it you have to tell me?"

Saiyo seemed shifty and kept cheching for people as if something was going to spring out at him. "Well, about the gundam thing... I kinda sorta know you're the pilot of one of em, along with 4 others, Heero, Duo, Quatre, and Wufei.... Ack!!"

Trowa slammed Saiyo back against a tree, choking him. "You know the gundam pilots." he stated coldly. "It's my duty to kill you now."

Note: If you wanna see a pic of the tw character's mentioned new here (the girl (name spoiler...) and Saiyo) click here to see it)