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Room 325 of the Motel or whatever is left of it. Where the great Heero Yuy, the assassin, was to carry out his mission. Not once in his life had he failed a mission, not once.

I stood in front of the door of room number 325. Mission Failed. I would never have thought to hear those words from Heero, ever but such a parody is true. I really not to sure what to expect when I open the door because you never could read that assassin’s mind, not even me. I reach for the doorknob and turn.

(Chink. )

Clever. Lock the door. That’s too bad, Heero, some Preventers know how to open such a simple lock like this. I fiddled a little with the doorknob until I hear a reassuring click. I opened the door again. I was never prepared to see what I saw.

Heero Yuy lying there pale with blue lips. It looked as if the life was all of a sudden sucked right out him, his pasty white skin, cold blue lips, and dead, terrifying eyes.

I should of know we were all getting old but you’d never think Heero would be the first to leave us, especially with his new lifestyle he had.

At least we all know he truly is at rest, and not trying to fake his death or disappearing into thin air. So many will be disappointed, he left many people. You’d think someone is more likely to die in a war but Heero went through two and died because of pushing himself to far.

He had a brilliant mind. He made sure he opened a window on his laptop before he died. He knew it was coming so he did this. I scanned the window he had opened. Had his will and some last goodbyes. I’ll have to show this to everyone when I get back.

(Click. )

I closed the laptop and put it under my arm. The poor guy had to die this way. I kissed him on the forehead as if I were his mother. Something he never had or will ever have. I pulled out my communicator.

“This is Earth. Can you read me Fire?”

“Yes Earth, have you acquired the target?”

“Roger, Fire. He’s inactive.”

“He died? Heero’s dead??”

“Unfortunately yes.”

“Everyone is going to have a hard time.”

“I know. I need someone to get the body.”

“I’ll send someone right over. Withdraw Une ... It’s been a long day.”

“I know. I have his will and goodbyes on his laptop.”

“Should we keep it secret from the public?”

“Yes. I think that would be wise.”

“I’ll see you back at base, Une.”

“You too, Noin.”

I took a last look at Heero. Only if you were alive ... We all cared for him so much. I give him another kiss on the forehead. Your mother is waiting for you.

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