Chapter One
* I don't own Gundam Wing. Please don't sue. Plus, it's really not worth it. I'll just give you the chapstick.*
This was going to be too easily,
Piker thought as she accepted the visitor badge. She thanked the security guard prettily and headed towards the elevator. She press the button indicating the 23rd floor. As the elevator ascended to the top she re-sprayed her perfume and adjusted her shirt. When the elevator stopped she slapped on a smile and walked through the opened doors into a most presentable hallway. She glanced around quickly. Her heels sunk into the plush forest green carpet. The walls had a green and white stripe wallpaper on them. There was a mirror next to the door leading to the office. She paused only to glance at herself. She smiled and pressed the intercom."Hello? This is Mary McDonald with Captine Enterprises."
"Yes Ms. McDonald. Please enter." Came a cheerful voice.
Too easy.
"Yes, here's the paper work." Piker leaned over the mahogany desk to place the file in front of Mr. Quatre Winner. As she did this her sleeve brushed his cup of tea. When she sat back she looked around. The room was large enough. Twenty feet by fifteen feet was her guess. The wall that faced the bay was entirely glass. From top to bottom. The rest of the walls were white. The carpet was cream. There was a tree in the corner near the door. The chair she was sitting in was one of a pair. It was a mahogany like his desk. The back and seat was upholstered with blue velvet. Other than that there wasn't much else. A very simple room. She directed her attention back to him. He paused to look over them before he said-
"Wonderful...it should all be here. I'm very happy that they sent a representative instead just paper work." He took a sip of tea.
"We only look to please." She smiled brightly.
Quatre smiled in return and took another sip. Then he started to cough. The coughing lead to choking, and he started to convulsive. He slumped over and vomited up a bluish- brownish mixture. She leaned over the desk and checked the pulse. Oh no, no pulse, too easy, she thought with a smile. She stood and walked out of the modern office over looking New York. She pushed the button to open the door and when she entered the hallway she broke the mirror and disengaged the other security camera. She pulled off the blonde wig and shook her blondish-brown hair and headed towards the escape stairs. Once in the stairwell, she pulled off her powder blue shirt and black skirt and put on a black pin-stripe suit. She rubbed off her make-up and changed shoes. The two people contrasted very well. The blonde was tall and delicate looking. This woman was 5'3'' brown haired, fair skin, voluptuous, but definitely business. Nothing like before. She started down the stairs while changing her tag from visitor to worker. Now she was Alice Greenly, assistant to Mr. Winner. She got off on the fourth floor and changed to the elevator. When she past the front desk she stopped when police came in and turned towards the security guard and asked, "What happened? What's going on?"
"Mr. Winner was murdered." He reported.
"NO!" She screamed and fell.
"Ms. Greenly. I know, I know. Get her out of here quickly. It's too much for her." He ordered
Some police officers picked her up off the marble floor and carried her outside where she said to them, "Thank you, I think I can make it."
They nodded and headed back to the building. She continued "crying" until she was to her car. One down, four to go.