Admit It!

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing and am in no way saying I do by writting this. I also do not own the Linkin Park lyrics.

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Chapter 6:

"I find the answers aren`t so clear.

Wish I could find a way to disappear.

All these thoughts they make no scense.

I find bliss in ignorance."

Linkin Park

	"We have an incoming mission brief." Akkiko sat bolt upright at the sound than glared at the clock which gave her a headache this early in the mourning.

	"It is three in the mourning! Who does that moron....."

	"It`s three in the afternoon on the colonies." Akkiko relaxed a little supposing they could be forgiven for a little while. She yanked the small transparent from the fax machine and glared at it. "New assasin?"

	Heero nodded. "Yeah, and we have to kill them. They`ve been assigned to take out all the colony leaders."

	Akkiko shrugged. "Well one person won`t be too hard."

	Heero looked up. "We have date to get them by."

	Akkiko nodded and walked to her room silently. Something in her was troubling her and she wasn`t sure what. There was a smell in the air that came only when her world came crashing down on her. She had a bad feeling about this assasin.

	Just a few days before another gundam pilot had tried to steal their gundams and than he was so kind as to fix them. They both decided to fix their own though and to do so took the pieses from his gundam. He was a very nice young man.

	Akkiko was trying to think of anything that would happen. The last time the world had crashed down on her was years ago when she had been in solotude for so long. Heero had pulled her out of that one but she wasn`t sure if he could do it again. The smell was worse than normal. It was the smell of fire, fire from the day her colony was attacked and her house set to flame with her little brother in it. She bit the tears back.

	What would happen? Why was she having these thoughts? It didn`t make any scense. She shook her head and glared at the transparent. Who was the imfamouse assasin? Someone she knew or used ot know but would rememeber and fail the mission because of?

	She flopped on the bed rubbing the back of her neck. She had to stop worrying. It got her no where. That seemed to be all she did in her life. She didn`t have preminitions, just hunches tht were rarly wrong. She hoped this one was.