The Finders Inc.
After the war the Gundam pilots, through sheer boredom and lack of anything better to do, began the organization known as Finders Inc., a company dedicated to the finding of peoples' lost objects (even if they get lost themselves in the process).
Introductions
"I'm going to need these papers filed under FOUND," smirked a tall, dark-haired man. The screen froze and the camera zoomed in. 'Heero Yuy: detective' typed tastefully across the bottom of the screen shot and the picture resumed it's normal motions as Heero placed the papers on a desk and sauntered off down the hall.
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"Miss, please calm down and try to remember… where did you leave it last?" a blonde-haired man asked and rested a comforting hand on a sobbing woman's shoulder. The screen froze and zoomed in again on the man. 'Quatre Raberba Winner: intelligence' appeared at the bottom, and then he went right back to consoling his distraught client.
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"INJUSTICE! Finders keepers, losers weepers is NOT HONORABLE!" a Chinese man in a pressed suit and reading glasses yelled and slammed his fist on the table in front of his, causing his client to jump a bit. That scene froze as well and 'Chang Wu Fei: lawyer' materialized below it. The trail then resumed.
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"Hmmm… What's behind door number three, big boy?" a chestnut-haired woman asked and leaned seductively on the desk in front of a prim-looking executive. The picture froze and the words 'Duet Maxine: stealth operations operative' flashed across before it resumed.
The woman elegantly arched an eyebrow, and that was the only signal her partner needed. He ducked expertly behind the executive and cracked open one of his desk drawers as Duet kept the man occupied. Victoriously, he drew forth a small rubber duck and the scene froze again. 'Duo Maxwell: stealth operations operative'.
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A boy with ginger-brown hair sat across a steel table from a grungy-looking man with handcuffs. They sat in silence for some time before the latter broke down crying and started blurting out that he had, in fact, stolen the cookies from the cookie jar. The boy with the unibang smirked knowingly and the picture froze. The words 'Trowa Barton: criminal analyst' appeared and the scene returned to normal.
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A brown-haired boy in a dark green tee-shirt and loose beige khakis sat in the drivers seat of an uncovered jeep, peering through a pair of binoculars at the scenery out the window to his right. The picture stopped and another tasteful typing of text explained that this was none other than 'Andrew Joshua Talon: field agent'.
In the passenger seat, a girl with dark brown hair stood up and leaned on the top of the windshield, shielding her eyes with a hand and scanning the sky. 'Tori Yuki Ichimura: field agent' appeared as the scene froze to capture the moment before allowing the two to continue their duties.
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A boy with light brown hair and gold-flecked green eyes stared hard at the papers in front of him. He ran a hand through his bangs and looked up with a start as someone knocked at his door. The panorama paused and the words 'Stanton Nightshade: special agent' told us why.
It resumed, only to pause again a few moments later when the door opened to reveal a medium-height girl with short brown hair and brown eyes. 'Lyra Koshima: merchandising!'
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A beautiful blonde woman walked into a room furnished only by a long table where the Finders Inc. employees sat and placed a thick manila folder at the head. The moment froze again and zoomed in on the woman. 'Relena Peacecraft: chief of staff'.
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Tori: Okay! ^___^ That was just my introduction!
Kegawa: GODDAMN LINE!!! *jumps up and down on the stupid line at the bottom of the page*
Tori: *sweatdrop* I'm a little unfamiliar with this program, but I'm working on it!
Ke: *whips out bazooka* YOU ARE SO GOING DOWN, AUTO-FORMAT!
Tori: Forget it, Kegawa… Anyways, here's my call to all authors and authoresses!
AUTHORS
If you have a lost object, be it your sock, your dignity, or anything in between, the Finders Inc. will, er, find it, and restore it to you!
(Disclaimer)
I don't own the pilots, ANY of them, or the authors, except for myself.
If you are an author and you don't want to be in this story that I have apparently dragged you into kicking and screaming, just tell me and I'll ask Relena to fire you or something.