Mission 506
By
Captain Anonymous

Note: This fic takes place directly after "Time With You."

Trowa had left for work early, he had made plans to meet with Midii after work. Midii had made plans to see Sylvia, it was the first chance she would get to talk to her since she first arrived. Trowa never felt comfortable around Sylvia, he was always worried she would recognize him from his visit to Marseilles with Heero during the war. He didn't want to explain his actions, but with the passing time, it became less likely that she would.

Major Ordway met Trowa as he came in, "Hey Trowa, we've got a mission. Going to confiscate some surplus war surplus downtown, you've been assigned to assist."
Trowa nodded, "I understand."
Ordway placed his OZ officers pistol into his holster, "You'd better get your side arm, I'll meet out by the motor pool in five minutes." Trowa went to his office to get his pistol, Ordway walked outside, to the small motor pool. Sgt.Course stood in the doorway, "Ready to go sir?"
"Not yet, when's Captain Mitchell due in?"
Course thought for a second, "He'll be in soon."
Ordway said, "Good, I'll need him to keep an eye on things here, once Trowa is ready we'll get going. The mission is clear, we are to move in, take the weapons and capture the representatives receiving the goods and get them back here."
Course smiled slightly, "Sounds easy enough, not must be expecting any resistance if they are only going to be sending three of us."
"You know how things are, the Preventers are spread out thin. We'll be able to handle this."
"If you say so Major."

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Ordway's team moved through the warehouse, taking careful note of the position of all the members of the receiving party as they came in to get the crates. Trowa leaned against the wall, and drawing out his silver OZ issue pistol. He watched the scene closely. One of the members looked familiar to him, almost like he had seen him before.
He was a blonde hair boy, looking about 15. He stood by himself, looking around, but clearly part of the group that had just come in. Trowa searched his memory, but he knew there something about him. Something that just seemed familiar.
"Trowa, we'll move in and take them all at once, move in from around the right."

Major Ordway moved ahead, with Course and Trowa moving in from both sides, and catching the group off guard.
"Freeze, you are in violation of the Peace Treaties, by order of Preventer authorities you are all under arrest."
The group gave up with little incident, they moved in and began herding them outside. Course and Ordway moved them slowly out. Trowa looked back at the blonde haired boy, as he moved his hand into his jacket.
"Trowa, radio Sally and tell them to bring in the support units."

The blonde haired boy drew out pistol and fired a single shot, grazing Ordway's shoulder. In that second the others all moved and drew out weapons, forcing the small unit of Preventers to fall back behind the wooden crates. Trowa was pinned down, unable to move as they fired on them, splintering the wooden crates.
Ordway moved along the ground, "Trowa, go after that kid, Course cover him, I'm going to move in on the flank and take them out."
Trowa got up, firing into the main group, he lost site of Ordway, as a grenade went off, setting off some of the stored explosives and sending smoke into the air.
Trowa moved through, he could hear Course calling out to him over the fire.
Course was firing, the enemy had started using grenades. He couldn't see Trowa to give him fire support and didn't want to hit him, he fired towards the ones that were in view. Trowa got through the smoke, moving towards he could still hear him calling out.
"Trowa! Trowa, TROWA!" Trowa didn't hear Course after that, a grenade had gone off at Course's feet.

Ordway moved along, they had been able to snipe off most of the enemy. Only a few were remaining, including the blonde haired boy, Trowa and Ordway moved closer taking them out one by one, until only two remained. Ordway moved out from behind the cover of the packing crates and charged the older of the two. The blonde haired boy fired a single shot with his pistol hitting Ordway in the chest stopping him in his tracks. Ordway struggled to stay on his feet, in a desperate measure taking out the other enemy with his artificial arm, smashing it against his skull. Trowa could hear the sound of the man's skull cracking along with the sound of the springs and parts of Ordway's arm breaking, it would be a sound he would never forget.

The blonde hair boy ran out of the warehouse, dropping the pistol behind him. Trowa ran over to Major Ordway. There had been nine of the enemy, eight had been killed, with one blonde hair boy escaping. The whole engagement lasted little more then a few minutes. The smell of smoke filled the warehouse, as Trowa knelt down next to Ordway as he lay in a pool of blood.


Silently, Trowa began dressing Ordway's wounds, blood was pouring down is chest. Ordway looked up at Trowa, "How bad is it?"
"The support will be here soon. I'll do what I can to stop the bleeding."
"Thanks Trowa, I guess this means were even."


To be continued.