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Rebirth

Now that the war is
through with me

I'm waking up, I cannot see

That there is not much left of me

Nothing is real but pain now

~ Metallica �One�

His hand
hovered above the doorknob. It was
barely shaking. It was time for another
hit and reaching his other hand into his pocket he felt relief sink into him as
he felt the capsule there. He walked
into the building, feeling the warm air rush into him.

He ordered a cup of coffee from the
bar before heading to his usual table in the reserved section. Comte Corzano was known for its good food and specialty made
drinks. His coffee would be no
exception; even a regular cup served black was made with only the finest
grounds from the finest beans and flavors.
His cup arrived shortly after he had placed his order and he nodded to
the bartender who unobtrusively slipped away back to his post leaving him
alone, just how he liked it.

He dry
swallowed his capsule; he always did, before picking up the warm cup of coffee
in his hands and taking a long swallow.
It warmed him up every time after he had a hit, he needed a hit every
other day so that was when he took his coffee.
He did not even glance up when his boss slid into the booth across from
him. This was also common occurrence
just as the capsule was.

�Did you
get what I asked for?� He asked setting his coffee cup down and looking his
boss in the eye.

�I did,� Corzano slid a thick packet across the table to him. �We need a name for you. You can�t just be called kid or something
equally redundant.�

�Call me Odin
then,� Heero said after a moment�s hesitation over choosing the name of the
assassin who had helped raise him.

�Odin it is
then,� Corzano smiled. �Let me know if you need anything else. I want Franco out of prison though.�

�Mission
accepted,� The newly named Odin intoned the words.

Corzano seemed satisfied and he slid out from the booth,
straightening his jacket before leaving his restaurant. Odin watched him go, he sat watching people
come in over the next hour before slipping out the back. He kept the packet tucked carefully into his
jacket. He would look at it later; there
was plenty of time to plan out everything he would need for his mission.

The
townhouse he had use of was sparsely furnished just
the way Odin liked it. He had added very
little in the way of personal effects except for his computer. He knew that Corzano�s
men had tried to hack him and he smiled with bitter amusement at what he would
undoubtedly find when he would check his safety precautions. It was becoming an annoyance and he had plans
to spike their systems and leave them with mildly debilitating viruses should
the intrusions on his privacy continue for much longer. Corzano knew that
he liked his privacy and that his past was something not open for
discussion. Perhaps after he broke the
man�s nephew out of prison he would be more willing to accept Odin�s services
without the need to intrude upon his past and who he had been.

He placed
the folder on the eating table. He began
flipping through its contents, reading the specs on guard detail and other
security precautions that were in place at the prison. Odin was mildly disgusted with the meager
security and it took him only half an hour to memorize the entire layout of the
prison.

Carefully
he wrote out a list of supplies he would need to manufacture his own timed
explosives. He had his armored body suit
and other guns at the townhouse but he added ammunition for some of them just
to be sure that he had everything covered.
He had never failed in a job yet and he was not going to have his record
marred by lack of supplies going into a mission. That would be unacceptable and unforgivable
should he make such a tyro mistake.

He picked
up his cordless phone and dialed Marco�s number.

�Hello,�
Marco�s annoyed tone came through loud and clear at Odin�s end.

�I need
some shopping done,� Odin said.

�I�ll be by
in twenty,� Marco replied disconnecting the call before Odin could say anything
else.

Odin did
not mind the rudeness. Marco was
reliable when he needed to get supplies for jobs and he was always on time. Odin could forgive rudeness but not lateness
or someone who was unreliable.

He opened
the door for Marco and let the man inside when the doorbell rang. He handed over his list and watched impassively
as the large Italian man scanned it with careful eyes.

�So you�re
actually going to do it,� Marco shook his head in disbelief. �You�re not going to be able to get out. This is impossible for one person to do on
their own. I don�t know what you�re
thinking.�

Odin said
nothing. He had already calculated that
his chances of success were high.

�You think
otherwise kid?� Marco shook his head, pitying Odin because he thought the young
man was too confident. �I�ll have this
stuff ready for you in four days.�

�Where?� Odin asked tucking a hand into his pocket to feel
the handle of his switch blade for reassurance.

�The boss�s
club,� Marco said after a brief moment of consideration. �The boss is considering taking you with him
when the families meet in two months.
Don�t screw this one up Odin.�

Odin
nodded. He understood this world and how
things operated in it. It was so
easy. Marco folded up his list and
tucked it into his breast pocket. The
Italian looked as though he was going to say something more but then he gave up
and left. Odin did not care. He had no friends here, only allies who would
let him go and take the fall on his own if he screwed up. He still had to prove himself but once he did
he would be golden and nothing else would matter.

Two weeks
later he was setting explosives around the main prison building. Finding Franco was simple; he was still
sleeping like a baby in his cell.
Franco�s cellmate almost woke up before Odin had a chance to slit the
man�s throat. He woke Franco with a hand
placed over the young man�s mouth to prevent him from crying out.

�My name is
Odin,� Odin said softly to the young Italian.
�Corzano sent me to get you out. Stay close to me.�

He removed
his hand and Franco quietly slithered out of the top bunk and onto the
floor. Odin waited, checking the hallway
while Franco put on some shoes. The only
guards he had taken out so far were the gate guards and someone was sure to
notice in a few more minutes. Odin drew
out a silenced pistol keeping it in his hand so he was ready to aim and shoot
it at a moments notice should their presence be detected.

He spared a
glance in Franco�s direction. The young
man was ready to leave and Odin led the way.
The security cameras were disabled as of three hours ago. A simple virus had taken care of that
obstacle for him, the security system was truly
laughable. He already knew that the
warden had called in a specialist to deal with the problem in the morning, by
then it would be too late or so he hoped.
The other cells they passed by held more sleeping inmates to which Odin
only spared the briefest of glances to make sure they really were asleep. Franco followed close behind.

Finally
they were standing just outside the prison building. Odin looked at Franco�s off white prison
uniform. It would be too easily visible
should they try to cross the grounds to the gate. He pulled a black cloak out of his pack. When he had asked Marco to buy one the man
had laughed until he had explained its use.
Odin wordlessly shoved it in Franco�s direction.

�Put that
on,� He hissed. �You�re prison uniform
is too visible to cross the grounds.�

Franco did
as he was told. He was smart enough to
realize that just because he was out of his cell without anyone knowing he was
not home free yet.

�We�re
going to run for the gate,� Odin calmly and quietly explained. �When we�re close I�m going to press a
detonator and a few bombs will go off and start some fires in different parts
of the prison to distract the guards so we can make a quick getaway. Keep running and don�t look behind you.�

Franco
nodded. Odin listened carefully to make
sure there was not a nearby guard walking outside. Not even the wind rustled the grass blades. It was silent as the grave. Without warning he reached out and grabbed
Franco, dragging him forward and into a run.
Odin made sure Franco stayed in front of him and when he was able to see
the drugged guard slumped in the gate booth he pressed the detonation
switch. He could hear the low rumble
that went off from the three bombs he had placed but he did not look behind
himself as he continued to move forward.

Odin shoved
Franco into his car and drove off in a squeal of tires. He drove all the way to the wharf before
parking the car. He had Franco get out
and then he wiped the car down by setting fire to the insides of it. Odin did not care as he watched it burn, it
was not his car.

Odin and
Franco walked through several warehouse blocks and alleyways. Finally Odin opened a door to one of the
warehouses and removed the tarp from his motorcycle and pulled out the stashed
helmets. He handed one to Franco and put
the other on.

�You�re
really good,� Franco said as Odin was climbing on the motorcycle.

Odin merely
grunted and waited for Franco to climb on behind him. When he felt the young man�s weight balance
out he started the motorcycle and took off being sure to obey all the traffic
laws until they reached his townhouse.

�You�re
staying with me for a while,� Odin said putting the motorcycle away in the
garage. �Your uncle is arranging to get
you to Italy.�

�Thanks
man,� Franco said as Odin showed him to the extra bedroom where a set of
pajamas lay on the bed with other clothing hanging in the closet.

�There are
a few rules you need to follow,� Odin said before Franco could sink onto the
bed for some real sleep. �You will call
me Odin; there will be no questions about who I am or what I�ve done. You will make no phone calls, talk on the
phone, write or send any notes, or leave the house. You will not stand in front of any open
windows that face the street. You will
be like a ghost that no one outside of this house is to ever know about.�

�I
understand,� Franco said holding up his hands in surrender. �Man, there�s no need to get all crabby about
it.�

Odin merely
aimed a glare in the young man�s direction.
He did not like having his space invaded but there was no other choice
for him. With a resigned look on his
face he walked out of the room and into his own bedroom for a little solace.
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