I don't own GW, though I wish I would...

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1. WHAT?!

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As usual he hung up his black leather vest to a metal hatstand positioned at the door of his office at the seventh floor of the Preventer Building and placed himself behind his way to cheap metal and plastic desk and lend backwards in his way to much squeaking cracking fake leather desk chair. The union would love this if they knew, he snorted and thought of Lady Une, how she would try to keep up her poker face whilst she would inform the inspector coolly about the low budget, that the personal security stuff were more important and the fact that the average Preventer would sit 4 hours top behind a desk a month. The next thing she would do was take fifteen minutes to mentally kick the President's ass who gave her this idiotically low budget and than plan her revenge: she'd hand him the rapport with a soft gentle smile and wait behind closed doors until he had read it and left the building with a big grin, enjoying his scolding, march back to her office at the fifteenth floor.

That wouldn't happen.

Jesse, secretary of both him and Sally, brought them a sad excuse for coffee, also a present on the house. Tea was even worse. He didn't want to be remembered about that. While drinking coffee he studied files as big as his thumb that were installed on his desk. All were decorated with beautiful ink marks such as: Top Secret, For Your Eyes Only and Terrorist Hazard, what indicated that the files held information about dangerous persons, objects, buildings or locations, or a variety of such. Sometimes there was a mission to protect a person, sometimes not. Usually they had ridiculous names such as: Megapixel (about a photo shop where people dealt in hard drugs), Atlantis (an underwater weaponry plant), Minni Mouse (a case about mice rebuilt to cyborg spies) and so on, and so on… Usually his favourites: destruction of extremely dangerous persons, objects, locations and buildings and the best was a variety of that. It meant to travel to the nation for "vacation", buy weaponry, ammunition and explosives from local dealers with falsified money off course and to blow everything up and have a nice vacation as result in a luxurious vacation resort with Sally or another fair lady as view.

Sally… he secretly enjoyed it how she would emerge from the pool. The water that slid down her soft figures, how the sunlight reflected at the water droplets on her alabaster skin, how she would dry up during tanning in a chair next to him. For ages he had fantasies about creaming her with suntan lotion… Bad Wufei! Control yourself! He called himself back to duty.

Soft humming to himself he hummed a very annoying tune that irritated Sally to death, yet calmed him, while searching through a file called: C(r)ossplay. He had no idea what the word meant and assumed that Lady Une had figured out another ridiculous name for a mission with an even more ridiculous imbecile who thought he could rule the world.

'For AC 198, November 6th, I ask of you, Chang Wufei, to start a mission of observation and protection of miss Dorothy Catalonia, miss Hilde Schbeiker and miss Mariemaia Barton-Kushrenada. At the known date they will travel to the Hilton hotel at New York city in the former US of A to attend an anime convention for three days. The three ladies will stay at the presidential suite at the sixth floor.' Okay, that was crystal clear for him, however, this anime convention was something really odd, 'they will join in using the next cosplay outfits…'

'Cos…play?' He repeated the word several times, 'cos… play?'

'Cosplay.' Repeated and acknowledged Sally Po with a smile, 'to go to a convention dressed up as a manga or anime figure.'

'…' Just to be safe he took another sip of his coffee, 'so… you mean… that our ladies… go… cosplaying?'

Sally snickered, 'and we join in.'

'So… you mean…' it didn't got to him; suddenly he spit out the sip of coffee with a lot of noise, 'why would someone with the right mind dress up as someone else?!'

'Just for fun, for instance?' Sally laughed heartily about what he did, 'when I was at the academy, I did it as well. Bleach is fun to cosplay.'

'You… still watch cartoons?' with eyes as big as saucers he stared at Sally from behind his desk, 'but? You're an adult!'

Shrugging she took another sip of coffee, 'And? The world is complicated enough. It's relaxing to watch a cartoon after work.'

Now he felt as if he just fell through the floor, 'but… it's no signification of adult behaviour!'

'Since when do you care what I do in my spare time?'

'Wufei, Sally, quit discussing one's behaviour and get up to my office, now.'

'Oh my… our beloved leader calls us to her humble little office eight floors up.'

'I head that miss Po.'

'Sorry Lady Une.'

Eight floors up Lady Une had an entire floor to herself, with mostly closets full of documents, files and some requisits from ancients battlefields to remind her how bad war actually was. At the same time she had view on the most beautiful shopping street of Washington and enjoyed the sun rising and sinking – what she usually did since her office was her home.

Her office, her domain since nobody saw her entering or leaving it, was soberly decorated, with a relaxing corner, her person workspace and a huge archive that took two walls and a second office.

The sunscreen was down. It was almost 25 degrees Celsius outside and in the office with the enormous windows it became warm and damp. Bleached orange light came in through the window mirrors; it was still damp and warm. Lady Une had taken off her coat and rolled up her sleeves. She looked pale, however she had always looked pale since she awakened from coma.

'You summoned us?' sally asked polite. Une was known to discipline disrespect.

'You don't have to be that polite either.' Snickering she peeked over her shoulder, 'your chattering made my day.'

'hmpf… why did you called us?' Wufei begun, visibly irritated by terms and behaviour he couldn't explain.

'Because of the mission that awaits you both. The terroristic threat has vanished a year ago, but it seems wise to give the three ladies an escort.

'Oh, about Dorothy I'm not concerned,' Sally smiled, 'and about Hilde neither.'

'Mariemaia in danger? Hmpf, she can disassemble and assemble a gun in five minutes. I wouldn't be worried about her at all.' Wufei grinned wide, he had taught her that so she could defence herself against terrorists. Now the little Mariemaia, ex-terrorist herself, was adopted by Relena and Heero. Ironic that an ex-terrorist would raise an ex-terrorist.

Lady Une directed them to the relaxing corner where there was a white leather sofa. At the glass table two large carton boxes were placed. It wasn't unusual that they were provided before a mission started with goods.

Lady Une watched them observe the boxes, 'this is what you will be taking with you, along with the usual weaponry and ammunition that is. Two cosplay costumes. Sally, you will be Matsumoto Rangiku from Bleach… she is supposed to be a lieutenant of the 10th division. I assume you know the anime and the manga?'

'certainly.' Sally smiled wide, with a playful cheer in her eyes, 'certainly as a fan.'

With big eyes he watched Sally, 'You…still watch cartoons?!'

'And you would have done that too if you would have had a normal childhood.' Lady Une said to him and handed him a box with several disks in it.

'and you Wufei, you will be Sayoruoan Lee from Cardcaptor Sakura.'

Sally tried desperately to keep her snickering under control, slapped her hands in her face in a silly way to keep her laughter down until she turned her back to them and nearly fell on the floor, laughing her ass off.

'What?' He didn't understand a bit of it.

'No… we won't do that to you.' Wufei now understood less of it, even though Sally turned and asked in a pathetic tone of voice, 'why not? We can entertain ourselves when we're bored.'

'You mean that you can entertain yourself when you're getting bored.' For the first time in her life Lady Une had that naughty twinkling in her eyes and blinked playfully at Sally, 'he will be Reno from Final Fantasy 7. For sure, we can't sent him in as a Shojo character… that would be… well…' Lady Une could hardly contain her own laughter.

'Reno? Would you do that?' Wufei on the other hand tried to escape their conversation and almost crouched to the door, 'you can better sent him in as Rude…'

'Reno. He might even loosen up a little.'

'Reno has a way too big sex drive and is indescribable vulgar. Wufei is far from that. Rude and not other.'

Sally had apparently the final word in that since Lady Une said no other than: 'good, good, Rude.' Still both women had a naughty spark in their eyes.

Just before he reached the door handle, 'Wufei…' he heard his name spoken out loud, 'don't you want to change and try the tuxedo?'

Tuxedo? 'Who died?'

'Cosplay?' 'Rude?' 'Mission?'

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