Preventer file 794: The Assassination of LI Delegate Carl Jackson, AC197
By Tyger
I'd like to thank Quicksilver and Gerrald Tarrant of SNK for letting me steal The Breaks - without that, this story wouldn't exist. After you read this, if you haven't yet, go read SNK- IMMEDIATELY!!!! ^_^ It's definitely the best GW fic I've ever read.
This is my first attempt at writing a Gundam Wing fic, so if anyone's OOC, I'm sorry.
And no, I'm not a Duo fan. He's only in there for humor. And he's easy to write, because, in this, he had his happy mask on constantly. Yes, I'm lazy. But this is an English assignment, so I needed to make something a bit easy - it's over a MONTH later than the rest of my classes'. Thank the Gods for extensions.
Read the essay on the Breaks first. So you have some idea about the Breaks. It's by Gerrald Tarrant and Quicksilver, not me.
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I wrote this about 6 months ago. I know there are some faults, and there are storyline/background information etc. I wanted to add, but…. I've lost my faith in Gundam Wing fanfiction. Yaoi presides, and, for me, it really puts me off even searching for a good fic. I do love Gundam Wing…. but….
It's not even as if I'm against yaoi. I'm a rabid Toya/Yukito (CCS) fan. I just don't like it in GW. But it seems the majority of people do. *shrugs* I can't change their minds.
Anyway, if you want to comment, my e-mail is tyger@otakumail.com
Comments are a rarity for me, so even a short message will be cherished. ^_^
In all it's faulted glory, people, I give you…..
Preventer File 794
Chapter 1 -Actions
18th of June, ac197. Preventers, Earth. 6:30am, Earth Time.
In an office on the 2nd floor of the Preventers base, a phone started ringing.
Brrriiing!!!!
Nothing moved.
Brrriiing!!!!
Nothing, it seemed, even breathed.
Brrriiing!!!!
The office was messy. So messy, in fact, most people wouldn't have even noticed the black lump on the floor.
Brrriiing!!!!
The lump moved.
Brrriiing!!!!
"Wha-" It muttered.
It got up.
Brrriiing!!!!
The lump had a very long chestnut braid.
It sat down in the chair and looked at the phone.
"Ah." It turned the Vid-phone on.
"Hello?" It sleepily asked
"Ah, Hello. Is this Preventers?" A lady with a blue business suit on asked.
"Yeah. Whaddya want?"
"I'd like to speak with Lady Une, please."
"Listen, lady, not everyone can just speak with her, she's real busy, 'ya know!"
"Yes, I realize this, but -"
"What's your problem."
"I'm from L1. Out chief Delegate has just been assassinated." The Lump's eyes widened.
"Oh."
"Yes. Oh. We were wondering -"
"Hold the line please, I'll put you through." The Lump pressed a few buttons, stared sleepily at the now blank screen, and fell asleep.
It awoke to prodding in it's midsection.
"Five more minutes…." It was jabbed harder.
"WHAT?!?" It glared up into a pair of glaring black Chinese eyes.
"Get up, Maxwell. NOW."
"Why should I?"
"Une wants to see you. Immediately."
"Awww, but Wufei-"
"Now, Maxwell."
"Oh, Ooookaaaayyy.... but I'd like to know why I can never get any sleep around here."
"Because you're supposed to be working, not sleeping."
"Yeah, but -"
"Just go, Maxwell. Before I hurt you." The lump, also known as Duo Maxwell, got up, made it past his angry Chinese friend, Chang Wufei, and trudged his way to Lady Une's office. He was not looking forward to it. The only time he'd had to go there was the day after he'd painted the southern wall of the block black, and written 'Shinigami was here!' in silver paint. It hadn't been a pleasant experience, to say the least. He almost -almost- regretted doing it in the first place. Almost.
He managed to make it until the first turn without stalling. One way led to Lady Une's office, the other to the exit. He turned the wrong way.
Ten minutes later, he walked back to the turning, this time selecting the way he was supposed to go in the first place. The only difference was that this time he had had a long short black coffee, with milk and five sugars. And he bounced. Not walked, bounced. Definitely bounced.
Eventually he got to Lady Une's office. Her secretary just waved him through. Her office was spotless. Apart from the desk of course, which had that nice, worked in clutter on it.
"Duo Maxwell, reporting as asked," said Duo, who didn't believe that such cleanliness was healthy.
"Maxwell, do you ever go home?" Said person blinked.
"Sure I do…. On weekends, at night…. most nights, anyway." He grinned. Lady Une sighed.
"So I suppose the reason you look like you slept in those clothes is you did?"
"Yes ma'am." He grinned wider. "They are non-crease though."
"I'm sure they are. Well, Maxwell, it looks as though you are going to have a holiday." Lady Une had long since mastered the skill of sarcasm. Duo just ignored it - or didn't hear it.
"A holiday? Where?!"
"L1."
"You have got to be kidding me."
"Oh?"
"I'm a firm believer that L1 isn't suitable for under 18's. And, as you should know, I've only just turned 17."
"Too bad. You either go, or you quit."
"WHAT!!!!"
"Choose, Maxwell." He sighed in resignation.
"Fine. I'll go. But I won't be happy about it."
"You're not PAID to be happy about it."
"What's the mission?"
"Find out who ordered the assassination of the L1 Delegate Carl Jackson, and why." His eyes widened.
"Oh. But Ma'am, I don't know anything about that kinda stuff."
"You know how to plan an assassination."
"That's different. Theory is one thing, but I've never actually assassinated anyone."
"You sure?"
"I don't lie, Lady."
"Then take Wufei with you."
"But-"
"Do it."
"Okay, but I don't think he knows much more than me. You should get Heero to do the job."
"Duo, how many times do I have to tell you, Heero isn't in Preventers!"
"Yeah, but…."
"But what?"
"You could hire him as a private contractor!"
"Look. If you can find him, I will, but I have better things to do than to go on a wild goose chase."
"Heero isn't a goose."
"It's an expression."
"Oh. Okay!"
"You leave in twelve hours. All relevant information has been forwarded to your inbox."
"Alright. I guess I'll be seeing you later?"
"Move it Maxwell."
"Later." Duo walked out of the office, and made himself a double-strength coffee. Lady Une could be scary even when she was being nice.
After several coffees, a trip back to his apartment for a change of clothes, a shower and breakfast - not necessarily in that order, Duo finally made it back to his office. A grumpy Wufei was waiting for him.
"I've been assigned to your mission."
"Yes," Said Duo, munching on his second sugar-coated hot jam doughnut. "I know. I don't suppose you've read anything."
"As a matter of fact, I have, but I'm not telling you. You're in charge, insanely, so you do the reading."
"Awww…."
"No."
"Pleeeese?"
"No."
"PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESE???"
"No."
"Aw, Man!" Dutifully, and acting hurt, Duo logged on to his computer.
"What th-"
"What happened?"
"Someone's been messing around with my computer!"
"Really? Who was that brilliant?"
"Shutup."
"What did they do?"
"They changed the background! It's PINK!!!!"
"Diddums." Duo growled, eyes flashing. He typed a series of commands into the keyboard.
"What the f-"
"What now?"
"It was Heero!"
"Eh?"
"When I tried to change it, a pop-up, well, popped up, and said 'Duo - check your mail. NOW. -Heero."
"Well, Maxwell, check it."
"I'm checking, I'm checking! Hey, there's a new message!"
"Hnn."
From: WingGun01@WingZERO.gun.mech.L1.org
To: DeathGun02@DeathScytheHELL.gun.mech.L2.org
Subject: DelCJ
D - I'm sure you've heard about the asson of L1DelCJ by now. If LU hasn't put you on it, make her. Bring W with you. L1. ASAP. SPBrSE - H
"Well, " Remarked Duo. "Now at least I know where to find him."
"Hnn."
"Well, let's go!"
"Our flight doesn't leave for another 10 hours, Maxwell."
"Oh yeah…."
18th of June, ac197. L1 Spaceport, L1. 7:03pm, Earth Time. 12:03pm L1 Time.
L1 Spaceport was chaotic. Not that that was unusual, in ANY spaceport. But L1 was the worst, in both Duo and Wufei's opinion, and they'd been to them all, at one time or another. Well, Duo hadn't been to L5, but that didn't count, because it had self-destructed in the war. As soon as they got off the shuttle, they became part of a great mass of people, all trying to get where they wanted to go, and not particularly caring about anyone else. They eventually got their bags, and managed to find a quieter part of the spaceport. Quieter, as in they could talk without having to yell, and not have anyone close enough to listen in.
"Well?" Asked Wufei
"Well what? I thought you were navigating."
"It's your job."
"Oh…."
"You're lost, aren't you?"
"Not exactly…. I know where we are…. roughly. I could find the place if I was coming in…."
"I suppose I'd better navigate, then, since you're so clueless."
"Hey!" But Wufei was already walking purposefully - in the OPPOSITE direction they had been going. "Wait for me!"
After half and hour of bickering about which way they were supposed to go, they eventually made it to the Breaks-side Exit. Heero was waiting for them.
"You took your time."
"And it's sure great to see you too, Heero." Duo was hungry. Duo was annoyed. Duo had not had a coffee for over three hours, nor anything sugary. Duo had not slept for thirteen hours. Duo was not happy.
"Maxwell has no sense of direction."
"Hnn. Let's go."
"Can we-"
"No." The two of them said at once.
"But-"
"No."
"You two are so mean."