UN Resolution, by ElfenMagix

Gunslinger Girl and its characters are (c) Yu Aida.

UN Resolution and its characters are (c) ElfenMagix.

Chapter 04: UN Resolution #A/RES/54/263

'…it is a war crime to use children as armed soldiers for combat resolution, for conflicts internal or external by any nation, agency, group or organization'.

Within 2 hours, news of the assassination hits the news media around the world. Within 24 hours, the UN Security Council readies itself for a meeting with the Italian Prime Minister and its Parliament. Within 36 hours, SWA Section 2 is having a closed door meeting with its staff, minus Juanita, Fernando and Rachel. They were sent into a wild goose chase in search for a Drug Lab in the villages of North West Coastal Region. They go there disguised as American Tourists looking for a more Italian Experience other than what the big cities have to offer. The SWA did not expect them to get anywhere in this mission, just get them out of the way for the time being. Nor did the SWA did not expect them to return suddenly in just 5 days, successful of finding a target like they have.

Fernando, Juanita and Rachel return to the Roman Compound late that evening, finding it dark, silent and empty. The compound parking area gate chained and padlocked, as were the other main and auxiliary entrances. Looking through the bars of the compound fence, they find the buildings dark and lacking of activity. Calls to various office and private cell phone numbers go unanswered.

Juanita: What happened?

Fernando: You asking me? I'm as clueless to this as you are.

Several military vehicles block off the street and spot lights shine on the three of them, a voice speaking with a distinctive San Franciscan accent shouts through the a loud speaker, "Turn Around Slowly With Your Hands Up!"

Juanita: Now what?

Fernando: Cooperate. They are on our side.

They do as they are told, very slow and deliberate. Several soldiers approach them with machine guns pointed at them. They are briskly frisked, guns and wallets taken. The soldiers find their American Agency IDs in their wallets, and after a brief discussion with their supervising officer, are given their wallets back; minus their agency ID cards. The Supervising Officer approaches them.

Supervising Officer: What are you 3 doing here?

Fernando (going through his wallet to make sure everything was there): We were returning from a mission from the North Western Coast. What happened here?

Supervising Officer: A mission? Are you three working here?

Fernando: We are working under the CIA in conjunction with this agency looking for nuclear armed terrorists. You can verify this with CIA Supervisor John G., once you finished looking at our dossiers with your laptops.

Supervising Officer: Hmmph… A wise guy… You know, I don't like your tone.

Fernando: I don't like your tone either. Now what is going on?

Supervising Officer: I wont answer your questions until you have answered mine. Who is this girl and why is she here?

Fernando (reading his name tag): She is my daughter, Lieutenant Morris.

Lieutenant Morris: I'm sure she is. Care to explain why you would have your daughter in an agency mission?

Fernando: I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you.

Lieutenant Morris: Sure… Men, take them to the base and confiscate their vehicle.

Fernando: You have a charge to be arresting us with, or is this some sort of Government Throwback Tactic?

Lieutenant Morris (walking up to Fernando, poking his finger into Fernando's chest): You, sir, and your colleagues here are being charged with espionage against the United States Government… Now any last words before we handcuff you and your friends?

Fernando: I know my rights… Lieutenant Morris, and when all this is said and done, you will be bucked down to private, peeling potatoes, along with all your men here. You are interfering with a secret agency mission here… Give us our belongings and we will be on our way to the Embassy to see what is going on.

Lieutenant Morris: You will be coming with us.

Fernando: We refuse.

Lieutenant Morris: You have no choice. We are the ones with guns and authority. We have orders to shoot and ask questions later.

Another soldier approaches Lieutenant Morris, carrying a laptop and whispers to his ear, pointing to the screen. He then hands Lieutenant Morris the ID cards as Lieutenant Morris stares at the screen, then closes the laptop, ordering the soldier to leave.

Fernando: Do anything to us, and I will guarantee that you will wake up under the San Francisco Bridge along with the other homeless in your city, wondering what your name is and where you are but the one thing you know is certain is that you like it being there.

Lieutenant Morris: Are you threatening me?

Fernando: I don't need to make threats, but just to let you know, that Porsche has been recording the conversation and activities that is going on here and now and some agency officer is alerting his supervisors about what is going on. Now if you do not want to be bucked down to sub-civilian, I would advise you in telling me what is going on so I can report to my Agency supervisor in the American Embassy…

Lieutenant Morris: I don't like your tone, mister.

Fernando: I don't care if you don't like your eggs and ham green.

Juanita: Don't antagonize him, Fernando…

Lieutenant Morris: You should listen to your lady friend here. She has the right idea.

Fernando: I am an American Citizen and one of its many Agency Operatives. I know my rights, and I do not have to go anywhere with the like of you.

Lieutenant Morris: Alright men, I had enough of this idiot. Somebody dart him.

From one of the vehicles, a tranquilizer dart flies into Fernando's shoulder. Fernando looks at the dart and then at Lieutenant Morris. He then signals Rachel to get ready as he steps up to Lieutenant Morris, pulling out the dart. He then puts the dart's label to his face.

Fernando: Thorazine, right? Big mistake. Very big mistake.

Four more darts hit him from the vehicle. Fernando continues to stand in front of the Lieutenant, taking a deep breathe before pulling out darts from his shoulder.

Fernando: I get hit with one more of this crap, I'm taking you down. Period.

Lieutenant Morris does not say a word, as he stands there in awe, wondering when the drug will take affect. It never will, as Fernando states to him, "I'm immune to this crap- and that is your mistake."

Before Lieutenant Morris could finish giving the orders of "Take them down!", he was already laying down on his ass, thrown against the Porsche some 10 feet away. As for the others on the convoy, never had they met up with anything like Fernando and Rachel, as with their lightning speed, knock down the solders near by, taking their arms and spraying the rest of the troops around them at knee level. They all go down, wounded to where they could not stand, where their bullet resistant vests do not protect them. A good kick to their jaws puts them into unconscious submission. Soon they were at the vehicle with the Tranq-dart shooter, pointing M16s at him and his shooter. Fernando and Rachel take them out of the vehicle, tossing them into the center of the area.

Fernando: This is your commander's mistake. Not yours. Be glad that we only wounded your comrades and not killed them. Now tend to their wounds. We're taking your CO to the embassy. You can go there and ask for Supervisor John G. after you two clean up this mess.

Fernando recovers their personal items before going back to Lieutenant Morris. After tying up the Lieutenant, and throwing him into the trunk of the Porsche, the three of them get into the car and drive away.