Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing, or any of its characters, so don't sue me!

Pairings: 1x2 3x4 5x6x15 (not sure if 6 and 15 are the right numbers, soo…zechs and treize it's meant to be) maybe SxR and HxDxN not sure yet…

Plot: Pretty usual fare. Governments experimenting on people in an attempt to create the 'perfect' agents. Unfortunately for them they aren't quite sure what they've succeeded in creating this time. Their masterpieces complete missions with ease and are more than the governments ever thought they'd get, but…the governments don't know just what the extent of those capabilities really are, and whilst they appear to be loyal at the moment, they don't know how long that will remain to be the case.

Chapter One - Mission Specs

A slim black wallet landed on the stainless steel with a dull slap. Eyelids flickered slightly, before rising out of helpless curiosity. Blue eyes briefly scanned the object, but when no identifying features stood out the person allowed their eyelids to lazily close, long eyelashes veiling any expression from those watching.

The visitor sighed impatiently, shoving a rough hand through harried brown hair. "Come on, you know how this works by now!" No response came from the still figure lying on the stainless steel cot, so the visitor reached out to the folder he'd put on the table.

Gloved hands flicked the black wallet open, and quickly rifled through the papers contained inside. Blueprints, specifications and photographs all spread out thanks to rushing fingertips.

"You're target this time is an old science building, as opposed to the normal high-tech government agencies. You need to destroy any data they may have on the creatures such as yourself, and there's also some suspicions that they may have attempted to replicate the procedure."

"Some of the scientists who used to work there started asking some unwanted questions. Said scientists then disappeared. We have been unable to ascertain what was done to them, but rumour suggests they might have become the test subjects. All relevant information about these missing people has been provided. If you happen upon them or find out what happened to them you are to bring them back with you, or else collect any information you can."

Washed out blue eyes flicked up from the documents he was studying, and warily eyed the room's occupant. Whether for confirmation he was being listened to, or just to check there was still someone else in there was unsure, but he soon returned his gaze to the stainless steel table, apparently finding that a preferable view to the silent, unmoving, black-clothed person he was currently sharing space with.

"You'll be equipped with the usual gadgets, and your partner this time will be number one." Finished with the debriefing, the man shuffled the papers into a hasty pile before quickly withdrawing his gloved hands, placing them back in the pockets of his white coat.

Hesitating briefly on his way out, the man refused to look back into the room. "I suggest you look through the material yourself in case I missed something, and you might want to commit the photographs of the missing scientists to memory."

Not waiting for the answer that wasn't coming, the man hurriedly exited the room once the guards opened the door for him, still not looking back. Afterall, it was said they reacted badly to being stared at.

Silence reigned in the room after the man left, or so it appeared to any outsider. To the person lying on the cold, hard cot though, the room was still alive with sounds. Echoes reverberated in the wake of the man who'd just left the room, and the figure knew he'd be able to pick that sole man out of a crowd of thousands, simply from the short amount of time he'd spent in his presence.

Despite never looking at the man when he was there, the figure knew that man's exact shoe size, weight, skin tone, hair style and colour, as well as how long and sharp the man's nails were. He knew that man's favourite food, drink and even what music he liked listening to. And to top it all, he knew that man wafted cheap cigarettes and used porn magazines with every step he took, as though the business of debauchery was about to go out of business.

Listening to his other half, the figure decided man's parting comment has been surprisingly good advice, so he swung himself off the cot and headed for the black folder with its inconspicuous pieces of paper. Ignoring the building plans for the time being, intrinsically knowing his assigned partner would focus on them and the specs of the mission, he turned his attention to the photographs and information on the missing scientists instead.

Expecting to see a nerdy representation similar to that of the man who had just vacated the room, he found himself surprised for the first time since the whole mess had first begun. Staring out at him in what were obviously planned photos, were two men on a physical par with that of the others held here. One man held a cherubic beauty, complete with pouting lips and large, innocent eyes, whilst the other man was all lean planes, and high cheekbones.

Given the pattern followed in the other experiments, he wouldn't be surprised at all if the two missing scientists had been experimented on, as they definitely followed the element required for the experiment to succeed. That of exotic beauty. For some reason the procedure just didn't take in those who looked 'normal', and sometimes even the classic beauties didn't survive the process.

A quick hand tousled his blond hair into his eyes, a predetermined shielding mechanism designed to hide the more translucent thoughts on his face from the hidden cameras they thought he didn't know about. A quick consultation with his counter half drew the same conclusion he had reached, and then drew his attention to the pictures of the second man.

Trowa Barton. Head scientist before they'd started this project and he'd voiced his objections, after which he had disappeared. Examining the photograph more closely, he tried to imagine what type of person that face and those eyes belonged to.

Short I know, but I just wanted to try starting it at least. I wasn't sure whether to make this an original story or not, so I figured for now at least I could toy with the storyline using Gundam Wing characters. In case you didn't get it, the main figure in this chapter was Quatre, and his current partner [number one] is Heero. The man who was talking to him earlier is an original character and unimportant, he was just serving as an extra.

Anyway, please R&R, as I haven't written anything for a while and would appreciate feedback on this writing style. Cheers! and enjoy!!