Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Deadly Beautiful ❯ Struck by the Hand of Justice ( Chapter 10 )

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Deadly Beautiful - Chapter 10

by danse

A regulation alarm clock ticked its way contently through the seconds, echoing a little in the silence of the small room. A young woman, barely out of her teens, with scruffy black hair and blue eyes that were almost purple, lounged on her bed in an olive green tank top and pale camouflage pants. She wiggled her toes comfortably in her socks; her heavy black boots sat neatly side-by-side on the floor.

There was a stack of official reports and books on her regulation desk that she really ought to have been going through, so that she could be well-informed on the expected conduct and activities of the residents of her new base. Unfortunately, it had been a very long first week, and the only thing that she could bring herself to concentrate on was the mystery novel in her hands. She sighed a mix of satisfaction and fatigue as she turned the page.

However, her fun was short-lived. An enormously loud bang was followed quickly by one of the recruits doubled over in her doorway, white-faced and panting, while the door bounced off the wall. He collected himself and stood upright while she calmed her breathing. He'd surprised her so suddenly and loudly that she'd jumped and almost ripped her book in half.

"Jesus Christ!" she snapped irritably. "What is it, Private? You almost gave me a heart attack!"

The private blushed and saluted sharply. "I'm sorry to bother you in your personal quarters, Lieutenant Noin, but there's a problem." The words all came out in a nervous rush.

Oh, god. And it's only the first week, she thought tiredly. She put her book down and got up, glaring at the soldier as she stuffed her feet into her boots. He was still standing rigidly, sweating bullets. "At ease, Private," she sighed. "What's your name?"

"Zhan'deep, Lieutenant." His skin and hair were dark; he might have been Arabic.

"It's after midnight, Zhan'deep. Call me Noin, please." She finished lacing her boots quickly and joined him at the door, noting that he looked very nervous. "What's the problem, and why can't your first senior officer handle it?"

"One of the sentries said that there's an armed intruder in the base. There's already three or four men down. Possibly two are dead. No one can catch the guy."

Noin's eyes widened. An intruder in the base! It was a secret location, full of new recruits for a future project, codename Zodiac, funded by a corporation called OZ. The compound had sprung suddenly out of the South African plain, and had filled with people in the last week. Noin was one of three organizing officers at the base, and she was told as little as possible about what they were trying to accomplish by the higher-ups. She did know, though, that whatever was going on now was probably quite serious, and a dangerous breach of security.

She ran to her desk, yanked open the drawer, and removed a handgun she kept for emergencies. She stalked out the door into the corridor, all of her senses tuned acutely to her surroundings. She couldn't hear much over Zhan'deep's nervous, ragged breathing. "Let's go," she said, gesturing with an inclination of her head as she crept towards the nearest corner. "Do you have a weapon, Zhan'deep?" she asked as she peeked around the corner.

"Yes, sir--I mean Noin."

"Use it. If you die, they'll be upset with me." She heard him swallow nervously, but was too busy peering around the corner, listening for footsteps.

With the private covering her back, Noin advanced silently and quickly down the halls, looking for traces of the phantom intruder. One hundred yards from the empty mess hall, she found two sentries lying on the floor. They were both still breathing, but unconscious from a blow to the back of the head. They were as inexperienced as everybody else here, and probably never saw it coming.

Gritting her teeth, she continued. Passing a door to the training yard, she saw that two of the yellow pot lights in the ceiling had been shot out, and another body lay in the shadows. This one was dead, with a bullet hole in the throat, and the pool of blood around it was cold. He still had his gun; it was an AK-47 rifle. Noin holstered her handgun and relieved the dead sentry of his weapon. She wanted to wound the prowler first with the increased firepower and her experience, before she ended up with a twin hole in her own neck.

She started again at a light jog, trying to escape the feeling of dread that she was having. The other two commanding officers… no, they were at a meeting in Egypt for another two days. They would never get back in time. This was up to her. Zhan'deep was running just behind her, pale but still functioning. The corpse might have been a comrade.

Another light was shot out two corridors away. Glass crunched unheeded under her boots as Noin ran, seeing no one else around her. All of the doors that lined the corridor were closed on dark rooms. Her platoons slept behind those doors. Rooms full of men and women, innocent and off-guard while they dreamed. She rounded another corner at full tilt, and almost stepped on a junior officer who was sprawled on the floor.

"Lieu…Lieuten…" the officer gasped. Her hand was clutched over her stomach. Her name was Johnson.

"Don't talk," Noin ordered as she crouched on the floor next to the girl. "Are you hurt?"

Johnson moved her hand. Her palm was red. There was blood soaking her shirt. "It just…nicked me," she smiled weakly.

"Which way did he go?"

Johnson pointed down the corridor, where Noin had been headed. "You can still…catch him if you hurry…" She winced, and whimpered a little at the pain.

Noin turned around, looking for Zhan'deep. He was right behind her, ogling the scene with horrified fascination. "Zhan'deep," she said in a steady, no-nonsense voice. "Stay here and help Johnson. Keep pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding. Get her to the infirmary as soon as you can, without hurting her. I'm going on." Without waiting for an answer, she took off down the narrow corridor, looking a great deal more in control than she felt. He's getting closer to the centre of the base, where the power plant and boiler rooms are, she thought with sick dread.

Two minutes later, Noin reached the end of the hall. She was facing a door, slightly ajar, that said, 'High Voltage - Do Not Enter.' Her quarry had to be in there. She slid through the door and ghosted into the generator room as silently as a breeze, holding the gun out in front of her with her finger on the trigger. There was a shadow in front of her on the floor, but she couldn't tell what it was. Slowly, she backed up against the wall and felt around with her free hand until she found the button that powered the lights. Silently counting to three, she pushed the button and aimed her rifle as the lights ground into life.

The lump of shadow was a person in black, who whipped around and stood up with predatory grace as the room illuminated. His black toque covered blacker hair, pulled back in a ponytail. He glared at her with deadly, coal-coloured eyes. Considering her, he raised his hands slowly into the air and backed up a step, jarring a metal plate on the generator with his heel and surprising both of them.

Noin jerked her gun compulsively at the thump his heel made, and his eyes widened as they followed the gun. She smirked, feeling in control. She could almost smell his fear. "Lay facedown on the floor with your hands behind your head," she barked.

He obeyed, and she walked over to him, keeping the rifle trained on his head. He looked young. This was the person who had completely infiltrated the base and killed one of her guards? Maybe they needed more training than she'd thought…

The movement was so sudden that she didn't even have time to gasp before she landed flat on her back and winded herself. The gun bounced out of her hands and skittered out of reach as the boy leaped to his feet and ran. Scrambling to her feet, Noin dove for the gun and tried to follow him, wheezing too much to form the angry words that swirled around her brain. She gave chase as quickly as she could, following ten yards behind as the little bastard found a ladder to the roof and propelled himself up it and through the loose grate faster than she was running on the ground.

She clambered up the rungs with her gun slung over her shoulder and saw him just as he was approaching the end of the flat roof. Not bothering to think about anything anymore, she ran as fast as she could after him, closing some distance before she put her finger on the trigger of her gun. He hesitated on the edge of the roof, looking back to see how close she was. It was a fifteen-foot drop to the ground, and she didn't think he'd try it. He would most likely break his ankle when he landed. Grinning maniacally, she ran closer, bringing her gun to his chest level and preparing to fire. This was it.

Naturally, when he jumped off of the roof before she could shoot him, Noin was shocked, angry and frustrated. She screeched to a stop on the edge just in time to see him roll to his feet, wave at her, and take off.

"God damn it!" she yelled, not caring what image she presented. He was getting away. Noin looked down. Maybe it wasn't as far as she'd thought. He'd been able to do it, maybe she could jump without hurting herself. But the gun… Sadly, she dropped the rifle on the roof and made sure she still had her handgun before she took a running start and leaped. As she saw the hard African earth rushing up to meet her, she thought that perhaps this wasn't such a good idea. Now what? she thought. Almost instantly, she was answered. Roll! She tucked her head and let her arms and back absorb the impact, then was turned to the side and rolled like a log for ten feet down a small hill.

As quickly as she could, she staggered to her feet and reoriented herself. Her arm hurt, and she was covered in dust. She pulled out her handgun and took off the safety. The full clip would be plenty, if she could catch him. She had to catch him. Unfortunately, the roar of a motorcycle reached her ears, and she knew that she was screwed. All of the Jeeps and bikes that the Zodiacs had were on the other side of the base. Swearing quietly, she pursued the sound anyway. Perhaps he wasn't far away.

Her body screamed at her that it had had enough running, but she pushed it as hard as she could, breaking into a loping jog and breathing heavily. Her lungs burned. She was tired.

As soon as she saw the silhouette of the kid on the bike, she started firing. A few sparks flew as bullets bounced off of the metal bike, but her arm shook a little, and she wasn't able to hit the boy. With two shots left, she ran closer. Why was he just sitting there?

When she got close enough to see him in the moonlight, he was smiling. All at once, she was furious and scared. "What are you here for?" she demanded.

His voice was deep and had a hint of pained wisdom in it. "You can't defeat us," he said softly. "Not like this."

"Who is 'us'?" she growled.

He ignored her, examining something that he held in his hand. "The just will always win," he said. "Your rage and arrogance blind you, woman. As hard as you try, you can never defeat those who believe in justice."

I believe in justice! she thought angrily. "Why is that?" she asked as calmly as she could.

"Because," he said, holding up the small cylinder in his hand. "I have all of the power." With a devilish smile, he pressed the button on the top.

Noin heard a high-pitched whine, and then the entire base became a fireball. As the thunderous explosion drowned out her scream of rage and shame, the boy roared away on his bike. Rolling waves of heat singed the hair on her arms as she dropped to her knees, staring in horror at the flames and the column of smoke that climbed towards the moon. Flaming debris fell around her, but she didn't notice it and didn't move.

All of those people, sleeping peacefully in their barracks…Zhan'deep, Johnson…But how? Then, like a slap in the face, she remembered the boy backing up, jarring the plate on the generator. Kicking it closed, so she wouldn't see the bomb he'd just wired. Your rage and arrogance blind you, woman…

If Noin cried, as she knelt there under the moon with a gun in her hand, the tears were dried instantly by the heat of the flames.