Duo slammed his hands on the tabletop of the kitchen table. The confusion of the situation was making him angry and of course no one in their right mind would anger the God of Death. "What the hell happened, Heero?!"

"Hn."

"Answer me! I am a Gundam pilot just like you, I deserve to know!"

"Calm yourself, Duo." Trowa stated, "Before we explain anything, we have to know if we can get him back."

"There's only one chance." The Japanese boy spoke up, "We have to reverse what was done and that means we have to infiltrate that base, retrieve him and the antidote.'

"Antidote? What antidote?!"

"Duo, I will not tell you anything until WuFei is back on our side."

"But why, Heero?"

"Because he knows more than Trowa and I do." He glanced at him out of the corner of his eye. Seeing the American sigh in defeat he went back to his laptop, "Listen, this is the plan. All of us have to go in now, seeing that we are one short. Trowa, I want you to set the explosives, Duo, I want you to go to the lab and retrieve something called MRS: Memory Restore Serum. I will go after WuFei."

"Heero, will this work?" Duo's inquiry was shaky and uncertain.

"We're about to find out."

~*~*~*

Alarms sounded no sooner had the three boys entered. Making haste they went in their separate ways. Trowa made it to his second check point to hook up the second explosive. It was faint, but unmistakable. He heard something moving. He looked around the small space and found nothing, except for a computer terminal and file cabinets. Then a loud crashing sound irrupted from the ceiling. It was blur, first the Latin pilot was setting explosives and now he was being strangled by a garrote-wire. Nothing could prevent it, he fell limp to the floor. His attacker smirked through light shadows, "Two down. Two to go.. ."

~~~

Heero dashed in and out of empty rooms to avoid the mass of OZ soldiers, but also was making quick advances to locate his teammate. As he ran down the corridor he started to feel a pain in his chest. He stopped his running and placed his hand over his heart. What's happening? What is this pain?

"You know, for being the perfect soldier you are inept.. ." The voice startled the Wing pilot. His heart picked up its pace when Heero lifted his Prussian gaze to see the Chinese boy only mere inches away.

"WuFei."

"I'd like to thank you for doing all the work for me."

"What?!"

"Giving me another chance to live.. . heh. Quatre felt agony as did Trowa."

"Trowa?"

Still smirking at his previous handy work, WuFei pointed to his right hand down. The Japanese boy followed the gesture and sure enough there was body of his fallen comrade. The grip over his heart tightened, This was that pain.. . Could it be Quatre's Space Heart? Heero reached back to pull out his gun, his hand trembled as he did so.

"What's the matter? You afraid to shoot me again?"

"WuFei.. ."

With quick steps, the Shenlong pilot was in front of the other boy with his gun under his chin, "Remember Heero, it's kill or be killed.. ." then he pulled the trigger. After watching his third victim fall to death he turned his back to the body and headed down the hallway, "And now for the finale.. ."

~~~

Inside the laboratory, Duo searched frantically for this MRS thing. Anything that had a door on it was open and still he was coming up empty handed. "Damn. Where would they place something like that.. ."

"How about in a place where Gundam pilots can't touch it."

The Deathscythe pilot turned slowly to face WuFei, who was sitting on the metal lab table. "Wu-WuFei?"

"Hm?" he smirked yet again, "I have a question for you, Mr. Duo Maxwell." The onyx-eyed pilot hopped off the table and approached his final target. As he advanced, Duo backed up managing to trip over an empty bottle. Causing him to fall on his butt. WuFei stopped before him, his gun aimed right at Duo's forehead, "Tell me, is it possible to kill the God of Death?"

"WuFei, this isn't you.. ."

"Maybe. But now the Grim Reaper has come for you." He pulled the trigger once again.

~~~

In a darkened office sat the woman with silver hair and gold eyes. She sat behind her desk, her back to the door and she stared out at the midnight sky.

"Colonel, I have just received word that the three rebel Gundam pilots are dead."

"Excellent."

"Ma'am, what are we to do about the remaining pilot?"

"WuFei? You needn't concern yourself with him."

"But-"

The chair spun around. The woman set her elbows on the desktop, folded her hands in front of her face and let her eyes do the smirking, "He has no memory and you all know better than to turn him back. As far as I am concerned WuFei Chang is dead as well. And with all five Gundam pilots out of our way, OZ is free to rule outer space.. ."

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