The assassin looked up at Heero, a snarl on his lips. The snarl died as his gaze locked with Heero's, and he couldn't look away. He tried. Several long moments passed, and I wonder that anyone could breathe under the silence the two men were putting out.
After an eternity, Heero spoke; he didn't stir a muscle more than was necessary to breathe and shape words. "You were to kill Quatre Winner," was what he said, and my flesh crawled to hear my name spoken in that tone.
The man half-choked, half-sobbed. "Y-yes," he stammered out.
"How many others?"
"Two others... only two. I... I don't know anything about them, only that they received their orders at the same time I..."
"Who gave those orders?" There was an unearthly patience in Heero's voice, an inhuman stillness in his posture, his words. He knew he could get anything he wanted from this man.
"OZ... orders from OZ..." the man said, agitated. "Co... Colonel Une."
At the sound of that name, the temperature seemed to drop twenty degrees, and it hadn't exactly been tropical to start with. Heero's eyes burned with fury, and his lips curled back just a bit to show teeth. "When did they transmit these orders?" he grated from between clenched teeth.
"S... several months ago. We were on patrol and OZ transmitted a radio signal to our shuttle. We were supposed to act when -- when opportunity presented itself."
Heero did nothing for a long moment, then suddenly he leaned forward. His voice was softer, more quiet, but not an inch less deadly.
"You were one of us," he said -- like an indictment.
Re: Torn 4
Date: 2006-02-21 11:13 am (UTC)The assassin looked up at Heero, a snarl on his lips. The snarl died as his gaze locked with Heero's, and he couldn't look away. He tried. Several long moments passed, and I wonder that anyone could breathe under the silence the two men were putting out.
After an eternity, Heero spoke; he didn't stir a muscle more than was necessary to breathe and shape words. "You were to kill Quatre Winner," was what he said, and my flesh crawled to hear my name spoken in that tone.
The man half-choked, half-sobbed. "Y-yes," he stammered out.
"How many others?"
"Two others... only two. I... I don't know anything about them, only that they received their orders at the same time I..."
"Who gave those orders?" There was an unearthly patience in Heero's voice, an inhuman stillness in his posture, his words. He knew he could get anything he wanted from this man.
"OZ... orders from OZ..." the man said, agitated. "Co... Colonel Une."
At the sound of that name, the temperature seemed to drop twenty degrees, and it hadn't exactly been tropical to start with. Heero's eyes burned with fury, and his lips curled back just a bit to show teeth. "When did they transmit these orders?" he grated from between clenched teeth.
"S... several months ago. We were on patrol and OZ transmitted a radio signal to our shuttle. We were supposed to act when -- when opportunity presented itself."
Heero did nothing for a long moment, then suddenly he leaned forward. His voice was softer, more quiet, but not an inch less deadly.
"You were one of us," he said -- like an indictment.
The assassin nodded, shaking uncontrollably.