Standard disclaimers apply. Rated PG. No warnings.
A trickle of sweat was making its way down the soldier's neck. The ship's environmental controls were malfunctioning again. With everyone lulled into complacency from the heat, conditions were perfect for an ambush such as this. An infiltrator would not be noticed, as long as he kept his weapon discreet and himself out of the way of the main traffic thoroughfare. So far, the man lying in wait for the next hapless officer down this crucial corridor had remained out of suspicion. Hopefully, this would continue.
A shift in position wouldn't be noticed, he decided. In fact, it would probably go against his cover, if he didn't move every once in a while. Carefully, the cramps in one long leg were stretched out, then the other. His right cuff was enough to wipe the sweat off his forehead, though the cooling trickle down his back was left for the relief it brought from the heat.
Sabotaging the cameras in this little-used corridor and 'volunteering' to fix them had been a stroke of genius, he congratulated himself. The only risk was the chief mechanic noticing how long it took him to return from what should have been a fairly simple job. After all, every man on duty would be drafted to help fix the environmental controls sooner or later.
As he was setting the wiring up to at least look as if he'd done a little work on it to the casual observer, he also fixed what he'd sabotaged. If someone came along who was able to blow his cover, he'd be able to act as if he'd 'just finished' the work.
It turned out that there was no need. Keen ears picked up the distinctive sound of his target's footsteps. Camera wiring was quickly abandoned in favor of readying himself for the ambush. Dropping into a crouch for easier flight, the soldier prepared his weapon to fire as his target walked closer, ignorant of his approaching fate.
Closer…closer…
The soldier was so close to the corner that he could clearly see the surprise written in his target's eyes as he fired.
Then he could see the utter fury before the already soaking wet Chinese man lifted up the folders in his hands to shield himself from the stream of water hitting his face. "God damn it, Barton! I'm not playing!"
Trowa took flight down the corridor, his laughter leaving an irate Wufei to curse the day that super soakers were invented.