Author's note: I'm sorry...soooo sorry....I didn't write for a long time. But you know, I really was busy with some exams - really! That's not a cheap excuse. But now, I'm free!! VACATIONS!!! And because I'm always out of money. I'll stay in town while writing this fanfiction...and this time it's extra long

Disclaimer: Gundam Wing is not mine. But Yulong is...of course in my dreams it's the other way round.

Duo scowled at the laptop screen as if the information would change when he stared threatening enough at it. But of course it didn't. And on the other hand he didn't doubt the correctness of this information. Heero and Trowa had looked for Wufei's destiny on two different ways and had come the exactly same result. There was a very good guarded "special guest" in the new Hong Kong OZ base. It couldn't be a high ranking military or even Kushrenada himself because this "special guest" wasn't accommodated in the officer quarters, but in the "north east section" officially known as the supply section. Without any further searching the boys knew, it had to be Wufei.

Duo sighed and slowly turned away from the laptop. His left shoulder was still hurting and he had to carry his arm in a sling to take some strain from the sore shoulder. Carefully he leaned back in his chair and watched Quartre pacing.

Almost simultaneously with Heero's research result a small reminder of one of the doctors came in: "24 hours left to complete mission." This message was a kind of shock for the four pilots. They didn't even think of completing the failed mission. They were busy to make plans to free Wufei. So that wasn't a surprise when hell broke loose in the salon when Heero suddenly declared they wouldn't have the time to free Wufei in this case.

"I'm definitely against this plan," Quartre announced furiously. "We won't blow the base with Wufei in it."

"And I definitely agree with Q-man," Duo nodded and groaned in pain when he tried to lift a glass with juice to his mouth. Annoyed he set down the glass. Trowa suddenly stood behind him and put a straw in it.

"Oh Tro, thank you!" Duo sobbed and blinked some tears away. "I know you love me. I always knew."

Trowa ignored him and turned to Heero. "He's our friend and we still need him and Nataku."

"We aren't enough to free him", Heero flatly said. His face showed no emotion while he stared down at the screen.

"The north east section and the headquarter are too far apart. We'd need three persons in the base. One who copies all data, while one prepares the explosives all over the base and the third has to free Wufei and brings him to Nataku. We've to calculate he's injured and unconscious. A forth person is needed for co-ordination and watching the area outside. And we are only three. Duo is not available."

"I am!" Duo exclaimed and jumped on his feet. Only seconds later fell on his seat again, holding his bandaged arm and winced in pain. "Okay, give me five minutes..." The pain got stronger and shot through his spine. He clenched his teeth and hissed several curses through them. "Better...five days..."

"We haven't five days," Heero answered with a merciless coolness. "We have to do it now."

"Heero!" Quartre stopped in front of his friend and fumed in rage.

"We won't do anything that could kill Wufei! I won't allow it. Never! No!"

"We have no other choice."

"Then let's forget the informations and free Wufei instead."

"No, they're too important."

"And Wufei isn't?"

Heero didn't answer, keeping his emotionless masque on. Quartre curled his hands in fists to keep himself from tearing his hair. Sometimes Heero made him very furious. "What about Rashid? Can't he be our third man in the base or the one who's outside?" "He'll get nervous if he knows you're on your own and the co-ordinator has to have everything under control. Including his nerves," Heero pointed out.

"Sorry, Q-man," Duo said and his face was very serious. "Heero is right. If the one outside doesn't concentrate on his job I wouldn't be able to concentrate on mine, too."

Quartre grimaced. They were right. Rashid cared for him too much sometimes and his worries would influence his actions and that would ruin the mission and cause Wufei's death...

"And he doesn't walk. He stamps," Trowa remarked. "So we can't take him for the inside job."

Quartre, Duo and even Heero gave him a blank look. They all were absolutely silent but it didn't confused Trowa a bit. He still sat there with folded arms on the sofa.

"Did he make a joke?" Duo asked unsure. Quartre shrugged helplessly. Heero only raised a brow and turned to his precious laptop. Trowa looked up and answered Duo's question: "I'm serious."

"Oh," Duo nodded and gave him a puzzled look. This was one of these moment when he thought he was working together with strange guys.

"What means we're at the beginning again," Quartre sighed. He fell next to Trowa on the sofa and buried his fingers in his golden locks. "Heero, let's take a little time to make another plan. There must be a possibility to rescue Wufei with two of us inside the base."

"The problem is: we haven't any time," was the cruel answer. "We've got only 23 hours now. We should have taken off at this moment." Quartre glared at him. "I know, but there is friend of us in there!" "Hey, hey, guys. Calm down!" Duo interrupted them annoyed. "That won't bring us anywhere."

"Let me be the third."

Everyone in the room jumped when they heard those words. Trowa blinked surprised and Duo quietly groaned and rolled his eyes when he wanted to turn around. He forgot his injured shoulder again. Quartre almost got a heart attack when he heard that voice. Even Heero's gaze shot to the door. And there she was...or was not. Quartre didn't recognised her immediately. She seemed to be another person. Not the cheerful person he used to know. Maybe it was only the matter of light in the room or maybe he never had seen her without a mocking smirk or a bright smile. Now...she looked very young and vulnerable. But her eyes talked another language. Cold and determined...

"You've eavesdropped us?" Heero scowled at her. She nodded frankly.

"I'm disappointed," Duo dryly remarked.

"My apologies." Although she didn't look very regretful.

"Yulong," Quartre gasped while his heart beats slowed down. "Letting you be the third? You can't leave the desert. The storm could come at any time."

"I don't care." She slowly walked in the room.

Quartre didn't know what it was. But she was not the same person he had talked to and joked with in the last days. She seemed to be cold as ice. "Yu..."

"I said, I don't care," she repeated. It was almost a whisper but her tone was sharp enough to let Quartre jump again.

"You need a third person for your plan. Here I am."

"But you're not trained in working with computers and the work with explosives."

"But I am an assassin. I'm used to sneak in and out every building on Earth."

"Sounds good to me," Duo remarked thoughtfully. "I mean, she has got more dirty tricks than I do. She fights even better than Wufei."

"Duo!" Quartre blinked incredulously. "What happens if the storm comes and she's not here? History would change!"

She scowled and looked very threatening in her determination. "Leave me here and I swear I'll find a way to follow you."

Heero turned to her and again...he saw this black fire in her eyes again. And somehow he knew that she wasn't called Black Dragon because of her tattoo. Then he looked down on his laptop and typed something. "You won't do anything like that."

Quartre sighed with relieve. Finally one who was reasonable. On Heero's face a little smile appeared. "Because you'll replace the female cleaner in the north east section."

~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~

...Hong Kong, OZ military base, hours later... Six hours.

Six hours of nothing but sweeping, scrubbing, wiping, dusting, polishing and watching. Her hands were red in spite of the gloves she wore and her back...was one big pain. The base commander was a little nervous because he was expecting some high ranking officers. So that wasn't a good time to infiltrate this place as a cleaner. Couldn't her dear descendant chose a better time to be captured?

But she kept her smile and nodded with faked enthusiasm every time she got a new order. She had a job to do. She was here to find Wufei and to get out of here before Heero or Trowa blew up this base. It was a part of their mission.

A mission which had to be done as fast as possible. Even if they had to kill one of their friends. She understood them. Sometimes there had to be sacrifices...

Heero and Trowa had infiltrated the base. They wore Oz Uniforms and almost moved freely among the soldiers. Quartre and his men were watching the whole area and eliminating everything and everyone that could endanger the mission or discover the Gundams of Trowa and Heero.

Even Duo was here in Hong Kong. He had refused to stay in the Arabian desert and to take care of his wounded shoulder. Quartre immediately had agreed to let Duo to look for Nataku when they didn't found any hints Wufei's Gundam could be in the base, too. The Arabian loved his friends but he didn't want to know what could happen in his house when a wounded, but bored Duo Maxwell - who would be 24 hours a day in the near of 8 sorts of coffee, 25 sorts of tea and tons of sweets - was alone in there.

Decently rubbing the fatigue out of her eyes she pushed a cleaner wagon through the hallways of the north east section which was big...really big. It took a lot of time to remember every hallway - they all looked the same - and to find the most interesting hallway in this section. That was the hardest part of her mission. But she found it and this was good.

Now she was in the near of this hallway and pretended to scrubbed something while she watched the two soldiers, who guarded a massive metal door, and looked for any alarm systems. She couldn't see any. But the door looked very massive and the lock...She paused stunned. What was that for a lock?

"No, don't think about it know," She told herself and downcast her gaze. "Better think of how to get rid of the two guards."

She took the sweeper and swept along the wall to get in their near. "Ahhhh, they're late!" One complained and frowned at his watch.

"Patience," The other answered smirking.

"Fuck your patience!" The one soldier retorted. "I need to pee." His colleague laughed delighted.

So so, their shift ended now. Yulong swept her way back and pretended to wipe something when she made plans. It would be too risky to knock them out now. The replacements could come at any time. No, better wait for the replacements. But they had to come quick!

Yulong glimpsed at the watch Quartre had given her. 45 minutes and Trowa would push the button to blow the base.

The minutes were like hours to her. But she kept herself busy to calm down. After the wiping she swept and polished. Nobody saw she was concentrating only on one spot right in the middle of the most important hallway of the base.

Finally the replacements came. She was getting nervous when the soldiers started to tease each other, telling jokes and making plans how to spend the evening. With some relieve and a little surprise she noticed that this little conversation only took about 3 minutes. With the sweeper in her hands she waited until the soldiers who ended their shift past her. The other two soldiers took seat and went on talking.

Yulong took off the gloves before she continued to sweep. Slowly, moving towards the two men and always listening for approaching steps. Nothing. Absolutely quiet.

She looked up and accidentally one of the soldiers caught her intense and cold glare. He reacted without thinking and reached out for his gun. But Yulong was faster. She swung the sweeper and wiped him down. He immediately was knocked off when his face met the hard cold floor. One left. This one also wasn't a match for the Black Dragon.

With a lot of force and low growl she used the other end of the sweeper to thrust hard between his legs. With a gurgling noise, in shock widened eyes and paled face the young man took a last breath and collapsed. With a wicked smirk she took a look at her "work". Not very fair, but very effective. With a glimpse behind her she kneed next to the two soldiers and searched their pockets for something useful. Identity cards, candies, pens, money...but no keys. Yulong snorted not very ladylike and started to take out all needles from her hair. Carefully she combed through the long strands with her fingers till she found the small item Duo had given her. It looked thick, black and shiny coin or button. One side rough and hard the other smooth and soft.

"If there's locked door," Duo had said when he had showed her this coin. "Use this baby. Wet the smooth side and push it against the lock. Then turn away form it. Otherwise you get blind."

She opened her mouth and wanted to wet it with her tongue, but she stopped and sniffed distrustful at the smooth side. "God, smells like shit", she groaned disgusted and turned away from that stinky thing. No, she wouldn't touch it with her tongue...and she had to was her hair. Still grimacing she spitted on in before she pushed it against the lock and turned away with closed eyes.Seconds later she heard a quiet hissing and an even quieter squeak, when the heavy metal door opened a little. Incredulously she looked at the former solid lock. Now it looked more like melted ice cream. Duo's baby was really astonishing. But she didn't want to know what could had happened if she had licked it...With a last look behind her she opened the door wider and stepped in.

"Chang, it was really hard to find....you." Her voice trailed off when the light of the hallway shined into the dark tiny cell. It was smaller than that in Quartre's basement. And on the floor...there was Wufei.

His long hair framed his pale face. His clothes were dirty and torn at some places. Here and there were bruises and blue and violet marks on his skin. The worse injuries were careless tended. The bandages were soaked with blood.

She rushed to him and kneed next to him. She knew she was wasting time when she just sat there and did nothing. Softly tapping his cheeks she whispered his name while she carefully examined him, the open door always in her sight. Nothing was broken or dislocated. But there were so many wounds. Were the inner bleedings and spine damages, too? He was the only one who could answer her but his eyes stayed closed. With a deep sigh she fell back on her heels. She couldn't get him out all by herself. She needed help.

She crawled to the door and peeked out. Nobody was on the hall way. Then without hesitation she opened her shirt with quick fingers and looked down at her bare chest. There it was. A small, black and the most common communication-system in the terrorists scene of this time, complete with headset and a small microphone. Of course wireless and very decent and elegant in design. It was stick on her skin with a stuff similar to silicone. It was better and didn't itch like an adhesive and it felt like her own flesh. In case someone bumped into her, he or she wouldn't feel the little hard headset only her soft flesh But it hurt to take off that stuff. She gritted her teeth when she pulled it off with one quick move and caught the small communication set before it could hit the floor. That silicone stuff left her skin red and a little swollen. She cursed and whimpered in the same breath. "Damn, I'm glad I'm not a man."

Quickly she put it on and activate it without thinking of the warning Heero had given her before he had brought her into the base. He had told her not to use the headset inside the base. Like in every communication system there was a transmitter which could be easily located by a radar and in this base the radar was famous to be the most modern on Earth. But in this moment she didn't care for anything but how to get the injured clan brat and her own butt out of this place. She softly pushed the small button and whispered: "Quartre? You hear me?"

"Yulong!" She heard him gasping in surprised and almost could see his wide opened turquoise eyes. "Is Wufei in his Gundam? Is Duo with you?"

"No, we're still in the base," Yulong calmly continued and peeked out the door again. "Listen, there's a little problem."

"What problem?"

"Wufei is unconscious and injured. I can't carry him through the gates."

"I see," Quartre quietly answered. In the background Yulong heard some typing noises. "We saw this possibility, too, and prepared another escape route. At least I hope Trowa had the time to do it....is Wufei seriously injured?"

"It looks bad," Yulong's voice whispered through the speakers in Sandrock. Quartre could feel her pain in her calm voice. He sadly shook his head. So young and so much pain. Just like him and his friends. "But nothing's broken."

"You still have this cleaner trolley, don't you? Put Wufei in it and cover him with blankets or whatever you can find and go to the garage in the first floor."

"The garage?" Yulong whispered bemused, while she carefully picked up her unconscious descendant. "Is someone waiting there for me?"

"I'm sorry. You've to do all by yourself," Quartre answered. "In this garage is a prepared jeep. The sign is CX-274. In the boot is a first aid kit."

"Can we treat his injuries later?" Yulong asked and gently put Wufei in her trolley. While covering with plastic bags and dirty sheets, she always watched the hallway.

"It's not a first aid kit in common sense," Quartre chuckled a little. "You'll find a uniform and some other useful things in this package."

"I see," Yulong whispered back. She buttoned her shirt and pushed the trolley through the hallway.

Quartre's voice tickled in her ear. "The boot is padded out. It should be comfortable enough for Wufei. And don't forget to take off the headset and you've got the grade of a sergeant. Heero has already left the base and Trowa is waiting for you. You think you can get in the save area in 20 minutes?"

"No problem, over and out." While Quartre explained everything to her, she already was on her way to the elevator to get to the garage of the north east section. Better leave thishallway with the both unconscious soldiers. She wasn't in the right mood to fight against a whole battalion.

Quickly she took off the headset and put it in her pocket before someone could discover it. At the elevator she waited patiently, reminded herself to breath and not to rush in spite of her worries about that injured brat in her trolley.

Inside the small cabin she discovered two cameras. When the doors or the elevator opened at the garage stock she slowly pushed the trolley, for the cameras she pretended to be tired and bored. Like everyone would be if he had to clean the whole section. But only shortly after the door closed behind her, she left the tired cleaner behind her and was the assassin Black Dragon again.

She parked the cleaner trolley in a save corner and breathed flatly while she looked for the jeep and soldiers. She was lucky. She found the jeep and there was only one soldier. That would be easy. Moving like shadow she approached him from behind and knocked him out before he could sense her presence. Without further hesitations she fetched the cleaner trolley and parked it behind the prepared jeep. She opened the boot - always glimpsing around - and a packet in a handy form greeted her. Quartre's first aid kit. There were a uniform, some documents, two loaded guns, binoculars...a thing that looked like a smaller version of Heero's laptop. What was that? Ah, anyway. She hadn't the time to tackle it. Yulong shrugged and put it back. She quickly changed the uniforms, braid her hair and slowly got Wufei out of the cleaner trolley and the unconscious soldier in it, then she gave it a shove so it could roll in a dark corner of the big garage.

With a last look around she got into the driver's seat and started the car. In a moderate speed she drove to the gates. There a grumpy young soldier stopped her. Friendly Smiling she patiently answered every question the guard asked her while he checked her documents she gave him to prove she had vacations and wasn't a deserter or something.

Yes, it was a long week and she was looking for some vacations. Yes, of course her commander knew she was using one of the jeeps for her vacations. He had allowed her. The gate guard nodded and asked her to sign the visitor register. She held her breath, when she took the pen and without hesitation she wrote: "Sergeant Suzy Wong". She bit back a proud grin. Her hand writing was getting better. Then she wished her "colleague" a nice day and drove through the gates when they opened.

~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~

A nice day! Sergeant Neuling snorted when he closed the gates behind the leaving jeep. A nice day! This sergeant was funny. How could it be a nice day? His Excellency and his staff would arrive today and the whole base was in a state of turmoil. And this woman had vacations! He guessed she was lucky. Lucky and...really cute. Maybe she would tell him about her vacations during a cup of coffee. Neuling smirked and drifted in daydreams which involved a Asian female colleague...

"Hey, John!" His replacement Joseph Smith suddenly stood there and waved his hand close in front of his face. "I hope you're not dreaming again. Lt. Noin is two numbers too big for you."

Neuling blushed and growled at him. "Fuck you." He yawned and stretched like a lazy cat. "Go to work. I'll have a nap."

"Haven't you slept enough already?"

"Ha ha."

Officer Smith watched his colleague collecting his magazines and smug when his gaze fell on the visitor register. Every base member had to write down his or her name, grade, time and with what vehicle he or she had left or entered the base. On the page with the date of this day there only was one name. Smith felt cold sweat breaking out and his eyes widened in shock and panic. Today shouldn't be one name in the visitor register.

"John, you idiot!" He hissed and whirled around, holding up the register.

"What the heck is that?"

"The register, what else?" Neuling blinked confused.

"I mean this here!" Smith pointed on the name. "What is this?"

"Sergeant Suzy Wong," Neuling read aloud. Then added hopefully.

"You know her?"

"That's not the point!" Smith almost screamed hysterically. "Why did you let her leave the base?"

"Why not? She's on vacations."

"John! You stupid dog! Nobody's on vacation! Everybody's preparing the base for His Excellency's arrival! Nobody even is allowed to leave the base!"

The two soldiers silently looked at each other for an almost endless moment until a horrified "Oh shit" slipped through John's lips. Seconds later hell broke loose on the base on Victoria peak.

~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~

Yulong was almost down from Victoria peak and carefully took the curves. Wufei had enough bruises. She pulled out the headset and activated it. With a smile she said: "Mission accomplished." She snickered when she heard Quartre sighed with relieve. "A bit more faith please."

"I trust in your abilities," he quickly reassured her. "But I'm glad you're out of there."

"Now go ahead with your plan. I'm now in the save area."

"Okay," Quartre said and after a while: "Yulong, there's speed limit. Don't get caught by the police."

"I never got caught by anyone," she answered arrogantly. "And it also won't happen today."

"Sounds like Wufei." Quartre thought with a smirk. "Over and out."

She smiled when she took off the headset and looked in the mirror to see how the base exploded. But what was that behind her?

It was another jeep and it approached her very, very fast. Yulong frowned and her hands twitched nervously around the wheel. But she took a deep breath and reminded herself not to speed up. Maybe they weren't after her...

"Freeze! This is our last warning! You've taken Oz property! Freeze!" Okay, they were after her.

"The fuck I do," Her hands clung to the wheel while she stomped on the gas pedal.

~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~

...Meanwhile...

Quartre sat totally still in his Gundam, only breathing flatly and watching the digital clock. He had leaned back and opened the safety belts. Everything went fine.

Yulong had found Wufei and now they were leaving the island. Five minutes ago Heero had confirmed that he was out of the base. Trowa waited for his signal to push the button to activate the blasting. They were in time. He hated to admit it, but Heero was right with his timing. They never could had collect the informations, setting all the explosives and freed Wufei. Although he was very worried and almost beside himself when the others decided to take Yulong's offer, he was glad to save a friend from death. But it didn't keep him from checking the weather report of the Arabian desert every hour.

The clock was peeping and his eyes glimpsed at the screen to his left. It was a radar tto watch over the whole area. Something in the middle blinked and moved very fast across the screen. It was the transmitter in Yulong's communication-set. She was using the road Heero had told her. But she drove very fast, although he reminded her several times there was a speed limit...

In this moment Rashid's face appeared on the screen in front of him. "Master Quartre?"

"Yes, Rashid?" Quartre smiled a little. "What's the matter?"

"We discovered an armoured sedan with Oz emblem and escorted by several military vehicles. They're coming from the mainland. I think they're on their way to the base. Shall we eliminate them?"

The blonde Arab rested his chin on his palms. "Better not. They can call help from the base and that would get us in a fight. The mission is almost done, don't let us stay here longer than we must."

"So shall I give the order for being ready for take off, Master Quartre?"

"That would be nice, Rashid." Quartre smiled a little and glimpsed at the clock.

"Yes, Master Quartre. - Over and out."

"Over and out."

With a calm and wistful glance he pushed a button to talk to Trowa. "Trowa, it's time."

"They're out?" Trowa asked quietly.

"Yes." Quartre smiled. He could hear and almost feel the concern in that flat voice. Although Trowa behaved very reserved to Yulong, he cared for his pupil.

When Quartre waited for an answer the whole Oz military base on Victoria Peak entered the history with the most impressive explosion of mankind.

Quartre's turquoise eyes almost popped out of his head when the whole base exploded at once. Not that he wasn't use to spectacles. But that was a big base and he thought it would take two or three explosions at different places to destroy it. But this time Trowa had excelled himself.

"Mission accomplished," Trowa's voice whispered through the speakers.

"Take off in 10 seconds."

"01 confirmed," Heero replied. "Take off in 8 seconds."

"04 confirmed," Quartre also said, closing the safety belts and prepared the start. "Take off in...5 seconds."

"Confirmed, Master Quartre," Rashid said. "Take off...now." While the three Gundams and several other mobile suits left the island with course to the Arabian desert and the base exploding in its components Quartre took a last look on the radar.

He was a little surprised, to find Yulong on the island yet. Shouldn't she be on the bridge on her way to the mainland? And why was she driving that fast. He opened a radio channel, to get in contact with her.

"Yulong, you shouldn't drive that fast," Quartre said. "There's a speed limit. Please reduce your speed otherwise you'll be discovered."

"Really?" was her incredulous answer. "Man, I really haven't thought of that. Thanks for telling me."

"You're welcomed, but please be slower." Quartre frowned a little. He really didn't understand why she suddenly did something very risky. In the last hours she had convinced him from her professional behaviour. She never fell out of her role as cleaner, kept her eyes and ears open and reacted quick minded and appropriate to the situations. So why did she risk to endanger a successful end of this mission by...loosing her nerves? Still very worried he looked on the radar. "Yulong, you're still too fast."

"I'm sorry, Quartre, but....Oh shit!"

He jumped when he heard a loud "Boom" through the speakers. What was happening there? He heard tyres screeching and glass bursting. Yulong cursed in foreign language and on the radar Quartre could see that she was leaving the road.

"Yulong, where are you driving?" He asked with an admirable calm voice.

"In the near forest," she answered cheerful, "There I hope to get rid of them."

"Them?" There went his calmness. Quartre's back straightened almost impossibly. "Who?"

"I think I'm not a good actress," she screamed through the noises of squealing brakes and shattering glass. "There are two soldiers in one jeep after me. These sons of a bitch are firing at me!" Quartre made a quick decision and flied back to Hong Kong Island.

"Quartre?" Trowa and Heero appeared on the screen. "You're flying in the wrong direction."

"We've got a little problem," Quartre replied short and went on working on the satellite contact. "They found Yulong. Now they chase her through a forest."

"The whole Island is a forest," Heero remarked.

"I know," Quartre dryly replied, still trying to maintain the contact to Yulong and scanning the area.

Trowa only raised a brow. With a quick glimpse at the other boy Quartre could see him also typing something. Then he spoke up. "Yulong, do you hear me?"

"Oh yes, I do!" Yulong's voice came with a loud crackles and rustles through the speakers. "How are you, Trowa?"

"What did you do this time, Yulong?"

"Nothing! Hey, I know how to do my work," she almost retorted and after a little pause she reported calmly: "I took the route you told me and I didn't drive too fast but they suddenly appear from nowhere and they're still behind me. But don't worry, nobody ever has caught me before."

"Where are you now?"

"In the forest, uhm Pokfulam Country Park I think...or Aberdeen Country Park maybe...ahhhh, hell knows where I am. I only see trees!" Country parks? Quartre frowned and looked again on the map. There weren't any country parks on Hong Kong Island. But maybe in her time there were some. "Yulong, in which direction are you driving? North? Do you see the sea?"

"Shit no...rustle...I was driving in...rustle...damn, fuck...rustle,...there're only trees..."

"Yulong?" Quartre turned up the volume, when he found himself almost pressing his ear against the speaker. "Speak up or put the mic in the right place. I hardly can hear you."

"...Quartre?...rustle...oh oh...rustle..."

"Oh oh?" He repeated with some panic. "Yulong, do you hear me?"

Nothing.

"Allah, tell me that's not happening," he prayed, while typing with a speed of light. "Yulong? Do you hear me?"

Nothing.

"Oh gods..." Quartre closed his eyes and sighed deep and long. "That's not true."

"Lost the contact?" Heero asked.

The Arabian gave his friend a blank look. "..."

"Hn. She really knows how to do her work."

~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~*~°~

....at the foot of Victoria Peak....

It was a quite long journey from Paris to Hong Kong. But His Excellency Treize Kushrenada sat in the back of the armoured sedan and flipped through several reports, made here and there a call and still could found leisure to look out of the window, when the convoy drove over the bridge between New Territories and Hong Kong Island.

"The base is like blasphemy," Treize thoughtfully remarked while he looked out of the window. "Such a monster in the middle of untouched nature."

"An indispensable monster," Lady Une replied calmly.

"You think so?" He asked with a wistful glance at her. When he turned his attention back to the base on Victoria Peak, he missed Lady Une's stunned expression...

!!KABOOM!!

"Jesus!" Lady Une and Treize involuntary jerked back from the window.

The said monster base exploded right in front of their eyes. The last shock wave rocked the car and the armoured windows shattered a little. Incredulously the both passengers stared at the red and orange flames under the big fat black cloud on the top of Victoria Peak.

"What the..."

Lady Une couldn't end the sentence because suddenly something very heavy landed on their roof. Kushrenada and Lady Une fell on the seats and covered their heads with their arms, when tyres squeaked, a motor roared above them and the whole car rocked violently. More glass was shattering and rained on them.

"What was this?" Lady Une asked breathlessly. She sat up and shove her glasses in its right place when she looked out of the window... out of what was still there. Behind a furiously whirling cloud of dust she discovered a military jeep disappearing.

"Whatever it was, it has left a deep impression," Treize joked cheerfully while he examined the dent in the car roof.

"It was a jeep, Excellency," Lady Une reported and was about to reach out for the phone to give the order to get this irresponsible driver, when another vehicle bumped in the sedan. This time in its front. She leaned over the shocked driver and looked through the front window into the eyes of a young Oz soldier, who dared to bump the sedan of His Excellency. In the other jeep were Sergeant Smith and Sergeant Neuling. Trembling, paling, praying. After they had reported someone unauthorised had left the base, the commander had ordered a quick check through the whole base and it had come out that the prisoner in the north east section was missing. Of course their base commander was very unhappy. Which commander wouldn't be when they were expecting His Excellency himself who only had made this long journey just to see a prisoner who was GUNDAM PILOT! Quick orders were given and only moments later Neuling and Smith found themselves in a jeep to chase after Suzy Wong. But instead of getting Suzy Wong they saw their base exploding and rammed the car of some high ranking officer.

"Oh oh," John said and clung to the wheel. "That doesn't look good." And indeed it didn't because the door of the sedan opened and Lady Une got out.

"Oh shit, Lady Une," Joseph whispered. As fast as possible both soldiers got out off their vehicle, too, preparing to face the death.

"What are you two cretins thinking of driving like hell-spawns?" Lady Une asked coldly, pacing towards them. Both saluted and greeted the higher ranking officer. "I hope, you two have got a good explanation for that."

"We do, madam," John answered shakily. "We were after a escaped prisoner."

"So why do you stop?" A cultivated male voice asked. Neuling and Smith thought they would die when His Excellency himself got off the sedan. He didn't sound angry but the young Oz soldiers felt fear raising.

"Your Excellency...Sir...we...uhm...lost them..." The young soldier stuttered and swallowed hard.

"Them? How many prisoners did you let escape?!" Lady Une demanded to know.

"Actually one, madam," Sergeant Smith stuttered. He felt how he shrank in front of this woman. Not even his mom had such a presence like her. "But someone infiltrated the base and freed him."

"And how could they leave the base?" She asked furiously. "Were your security sleeping again?"

"They didn't sneak out, madam," Sergeant Neuling almost wailed. "They leave the base through the gates. In disguise, I should add."

"Not very inventive but these boys know to vary," Treize smirked and nodded admiring.

"But...uhm...Your Excellency...the driver was a girl," Sergeant Neuling dared to say. He blushed deeply and downcast his gaze when Lady Une shot him a death glare.

"A girl?" Treize repeated stunned and smiled then. "Well, gentlemen. I think it's time for a retreat."

"Yes, sir." The two soldiers saluted immediately.

"But, Mr. Treize...," Lady Une dismayed. But he only raised his hand and she closed her mouth again. "Please make sure, this fire will put out as fast as possible and please take care for all the injured persons...if someone has survived this."

"Yes, Mr. Treize, but..."

"And I was hoping, you will take care of that other affair, lady," he calmly continued.

"Of course, Mr. Treize." Lady Une bowed a little.

Treize went back to the sedan and was about getting in the car when he suddenly turned around. "And please keep in mind I'd like to meet both of them. The young man and the girl."

Lady Une bowed a little deeper. "Yes, Mr. Treize."

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Tapping on his shoulder and congratulating himself Duo contacted Quartre. "Hey, Q-man! Guess, what I've found!" First the blonde Arab seemed not to realised him because he jumped a little when he looked up. "Duo?"

"Yep, it's me! The greatest of all!" The American laughed like a maniac.

"I've found Wufei's pretty babe."

Instead of a happy smile or a congratulation Quartre frowned concerned. "Are Wufei and Yulong with you?"

"No, they aren't here yet." The American answered and glimpsed at all his screens which showed the complete area around Deathscythe and Nataku.

"It's absolutely still here. No sign of a justice ranting Wu- man or of his sexy ancestor."

"Oh Allah, we really lost them," Quartre sighed deeply, massaging his temples.

"Wait a sec!" Duo shouted. "What do you mean? We really lost them?"

"Somehow Oz found out Yulong isn't a sergeant on vacations and chased her through the Island."

"And Wufei?"

"In the boot."

"Aha," Duo's brows jerked a little. This whole story had funny and also an extremely tragic side. "Why don't you get in contact with her and guide her to me."

"I lost the contact to her," Quartre told him with voice full of sorrow.

"There's only rustle and I hear birds singing now."

"You mean, she lost the com set and she's somewhere on the island, but nobody knows where?"

Quartre nodded.

"Oh shit."

"Exactly."

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Near the cliffs, with an adoring view of ocean and singing birds in the back, parked a military jeep that looked like it had a very long journey over hill and dale...or just like after a crash. Next to it a girl in Oz Uniform crawling on her hands and knees and looking under the vehicle. Her long black hair always fell in a annoying way in her face. With a frustrated sigh Yulong finally tugged some long strands behind the ears and took off the uniform jacket. It was getting warm!

Where the heck was the headset? She looked again and again. But no headset. She had lost it on her wild ride through the forest. Annoyed she fell back on her heels and stared up to the sun.

"Why looking at the sun, it won't help you," she muttered to herself and peeked to the backseats, where Wufei was lying now. It was a miracle he didn't get more injured after the wild drive through Hong Kong Island. The boot was really padded. But he needed medical treatment...but from where on earth?!? And where the heck was she? Well, she knew she still was on Hong Kong Island and in the near of Victoria Peak. And this only because the sea view didn't change. But everything else had! What happened to this Island? She remembered the mansions and the country parks, but whole island seemed to be one forest know.

Yulong stood up and pick up a pair f binoculars out of Quartre's first aid kit. Maybe she could see something familiar on the mainland. She walked till the edge of the cliffs and looked through the binoculars...Well, there were still skyscrapers and a lot of houses. But the skyline was so different to that she was used to.

"Damn, Hong Kong," she mumbled annoyed. "Have you to change that much?"

Something in the right corner caught her eye. It was red, waving in the wind, hanging over the roofs of Hong Kong...She waited until she could make out what it was...a flag. A red flag with a black dragon. She frowned bemused.

She never had seen red flags with black dragons on it over the roofs of Hong Kong. But there was one. It proudly waved in the strong wind, visible for everyone. Must be a clan symbol. Those guys really didn't feel ashamed. Yulong took a closer look and snorted amused. This dragon she knew too well. It was the same she had on her left shoulder. Her dragon... She remembered when Wufei had forced her to show him her back. After he had seen it he had taken the responsibility for her. He had recognised the dragon. Did he recognise it because he knew it from those flags? Were those flags carrying the sign of armour of his clan? His family...and also...her family... She put down the binoculars and growled annoyed. She still couldn't believe it. Her family would grow to a big clan one day! She sighed long and deep. She still didn't like this idea. While she stood there and cursed under her breath, she remembered that he told her some families of his clan had settled down here...There she could find some help and medical treatment for Wufei...

This idea didn't agreed with her principles never to get in contact with clans and she only survived so long because she always had held to them. In her opinion clans were organisations not families. Even she knew this clan was from her blood like this ungrateful brat in the backseats, she didn't want to meet them.

She took a look at Wufei and felt her heart breaking. Here in the full sunlight she could see every bruise, cut, dried blood hardening the bandages and the fresh one dripping through them and all the dirt on his smooth skin...She breathed hard and only with difficulties. It felt like a hot flame that burned in her used all the oxygen her body needed.

"Why are you shocked, Yu girl?" she asked herself in Cantonese. "You've seen cut heads and bath tubes full with blood and limbs. Why are you shocked by those few wounds?"

"Because these are wounds of a family member. Of your son." A small voice answered her. "And you don't know where you are and when the boys will come to collect you. You must not wait! He needs help. Now!"

She rolled her eyes upwards and shook her head. "I'm talking to myself." Then she turned back and started the car with a resigned sigh. Yes, she was known as Black Dragon, the assassin who even kills your mother for money...but she was also known for doing everything for her family.

~End of part 7~

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