UN Resolution, by ElfenMagix
Gunslinger Girl and its characters are (c) Yu Aida.
UN Resolution and its characters are (c) ElfenMagix.
Special Thanks goes to Natchsider and Boomer Gonz for the use of their OCs Liesel and Alpha respectfully.
Special Thanks to Boomer Gonz for his help in making this chapter and past chapters.
Chapter 25: Meetings and Dealings.
The day starts at 5:15 for Fernando. He drags himself to the bathroom and showers up. A quick shave follows the shower. A spray of deodorant and cologne follows before putting on his bullet resistant t-shirt, adjusting it as needed, followed by his bullet resistant shirt as he got dressed.
Francesca got up after him some 12 minutes later, and went to the bathroom. He wrote a note for the others as they got ready. He orders her to dress up in as much internal protection as possible. Looking through her personal bag she gathers a few things to look semi-formal for the occasion. As she picks up her purse, he hands her gun in a mini hip holster. He checks both his guns one last time before putting them into their respected holsters. A last buttoning of this suit jacket, he takes Francesca by the hand and leads her out the door.
Alpha was stepping out the door with Liesel at his side and carrying a duffle bag with them. Inside was Liesel's assault rifle that she rode with on the motorcycle, and Alpha's HK MP5, both with several loaded magazines and a few other items Alpha had placed within.
Alpha: So, you ready to go.
Fernando: Yeah. So you two will be making a nest in the building across the street?
Alpha nods. Fernando takes his Porsche keys and hands it to Alpha.
Fernando Take us there and park a block away; we'll give you a 5 minute head start to set up before we go.
Alpha: Sounds good.
Fernando: Let's hope those idiots are serving some coffee.
They start to walk away, going down the stairs to the building exit. Angelino was outside sweeping the floor before he opens the store.
Angelino: Where are you going?
Fernando: Paying a visit to Niccola Denarianno.
Angelino: This early in the morning?
Fernando: I want to see him before he could get his morning coffee with scrambled eggs.
Angelino: He's not going to like that.
Fernando: I don't care.
Fernando starts to walk away. Alpha hesitates for a moment.
Alpha: If you don't mind, the girls upstairs are going to need an early morning meal. Please set one up, and I'll pay you when we get back.
Angelino (looking at Fernando walking away with Francesca): Don't worry about it. It will get done.
They both nod to each other, then trot over to Fernando and Francesca, catching up with them. In a couple of minutes, they are driving away in the Porsche to Niccola's side of the neighborhood. Once a parking spot was found, Alpha and Liesel put on their ear-wig communication devices and go on ahead. Fernando and Francesca put on their ear-wig 2 way radios and wait in the Porsche as planned. In another 3 minutes after exiting the Porsche, they enter a relatively clean private brownstone building at the end of Via dei Riani in Trastevere- a so-called tough neighborhood in Rome.
Fernando noted the lack of sidewalks and very skinny streets in this area of Rome. He wonders where Alpha and Liesel could be. They walk into the private building, walking into an Alcove, where 2 guards stood.
Guard 1: What the fuck are you doing here? This is a private place!
Fernando: We're here to see Signor Denarianno.
The second guard makes his way to them. He steps up to them, pushing Francesca behind him.
Guard 2: we told you this is a private place.
He goes to try to push Fernando, who pulls out one of his .45's and points it to the guard's face. He pulls out his second .45 and turns around the second guard, and aims it at the first guard.
Fernando: Now, understand that Signor Denarianno is the one who wants my wife. Now, I don't care about her past business with him, but call him up and tell him that Francesca is here.
Both guards: Francesca?
Fernando: Who else does he wants? McDonalds? Francesca, show yourself.
Francesca steps out, holding out her SiG at the guards, switching back and forth between the two. They look at her, recognizing the face, but not everything else about her.
Guard 2: No way.
Fernando: Call him.
The first guard takes a couple of steps to a panel on the wall and presses a button. A voice yells back from it.
Voice on the panel: Who The Fuck Dare Wakes Me Up This Early in The MORNING!
Guard 1 (pressing another button on the panel): Sorry to intrude, sir. Somebody is down here that you want to see.
Voice on the panel: I DON'T CARE WHO IT IS! I'M SEEING NO ONE
Guard 1 (pressing another button on the panel): It's Francesca, sir.
There is a long silence coming from the panel.
Voice on the panel: Send her in and have her wait in the living room.
Guard 1 (pressing another button on the panel): She has a friend with her, says he's her husband.
Voice on the panel: Husband? Send him in with her.
Guard 1 (pressing another button on the panel): They also have guns pointed at us.
Voice on the panel: What… Bring the husband to the panel.
Fernando shakes his head at him, and then tells him to press the button on the panel. The guard complies.
Fernando (almost yelling): We are here to discuss about what you want with my wife. We sit down, talk and then leave. I want no hurt no one, but as a warning, I have the block surrounded and I will set the place on fire if we get any trouble. Capeesh?
The panel remains silent. After 30 seconds, a tall man in his mid 40's, grey touching his black hair walks into the hall wearing a purple silk robe trimmed in black. He looks at Francesca.
Man in robe: In God's unholy earth, that can't be you, Francesca?
Fernando nudges his head to side to alert Francesca to answer him.
Francesca: It is I, Signor Niccola Denarianno.
Niccola: Than how about some trust and tell your husband to put away his weapons and we could speak freely in the living room.
Fernando: I prefer to speak here.
Francesca: Fernando, trust me. Please?
Fernando looks at her for a moment. Then he signals the guard in front of him to step back. In doing so, Fernando puts away his gun. Francesca does the same. Niccola signals to them to follow him. Fernando takes note of the halls he takes and rooms he passes until they enter a large patio deck in the rear of the building. Niccola sits down on one of the deck chairs, pulling out a cigarette and starts smoking.
Niccola: Have a seat.
Fernando: I rather stand.
Francesca (as she sits on a chair by the table): Fernando… dear, please don't respect him. Please sit.
Fernando leans against a wall nearby instead.
Fernando: What are your intentions with my wife?
Niccola: Now that I see it, I still don't believe that this was once the street urchin Francesca with fucked up prosthetic arm and deformed body.
Fernando: Let's just say for being such a good girl, that god gave her a miracle.
Niccola: I want to know what that miracle is and how much it costs.
Fernando: What for?
Niccola gets up from his seat and walks over to the patio door.
Niccola: Follow me.
Francesca gets up and follows Niccola. Fernando follows her. They go down the hall and up a flight of stairs, down another hall and stop by a door at the end of the hall. Niccola slowly opens it and walks inside. Francesca and Fernando follow him as they stop by a bed with a young teenage girl in it.
Niccola: I'm sure you heard that there is no greater love that a father for his daughter.
Fernando: I have.
Niccola: Well, this is Serafina, my daughter.
Fernando: What her connection with Francesca?
Niccola: Some bastardo ran her over with a car while she rode her bike a couple of years back. And those doctors amputated both her legs, left arm and put her in an external brace, replacing everything with these cheap prosthesis replacements.
Fernando (noticing an electric wheel chair in the corner of the room): Can she walk? Move around?
Niccola: She does very little even though the doctors say that everything is working fine.
Fernando remains silent for the moment.
Francesca: You thinking of sending her to the agency?
Fernando: Francesca, don't talk. Don't say a thing unless I tell you to.
Niccola: What agency?
Fernando: The SWA.
Niccola: Those are such bastards. They were the ones who did this to her, calling this state of the art medicine!
Fernando does not answer.
Niccola (looking at Francesca): Now, tell me. Where did you get fixed up at? Money is no object.
Fernando shakes his head.
Niccola: Tell me. I'm a desperate man for my daughter.
Fernando: We already told you.
Niccola: Then I don't believe you.
Fernando: Believe what you want.
Fernando pulls out his iPhone, making al call to his namesake, Dr. Fernando Bianchi. It is answered immediately.
Dr. Bianchi: Hello, Dr. Bianchi speaking.
Fernando: Pardon me on getting on your case today.
Dr. Bianchi: You! I was warned that I would be receiving a call from you.
Fernando: Big deal. You guys act like you're tiptoeing through a mind field every time I get involved. Now, I need some help on this end. What level prosthetics is currently released and what are in beta testing from the cyborg project.
Dr. Bianchi: Why would you want to know?
Fernando: I have a possible patient here for you, a car accident victim, already has prosthetics but is unresponsive to her treatments.
Dr. Bianchi: So what. Send her to St. Lorenzo General for proper care.
Fernando: I don't like dealing with the underground, Dr. Bianchi, but in order to get certain information about missing nukes, my informant would like some help with his little girl in return as payment. I'm sure you do not want the chief to know that you kept me from fulfilling a deal in obtaining such information for a little medical treatment. Yeah, the girl is in a private home off the end of Via dei Riani in Trastevere section. You be here in half an hour? I'll wait. And bring some coffee.
Fernando hangs up the call and turns to Niccola.
Fernando: I'm sorry for the amount of attention this place is about to get, but the very best medical staff is coming to see your girl.
Niccola nods.
Fernando: Now, if anyone asks you any questions, you tell them that the information you gave me was only for me. And what protection from arrest you get will be from me. Like I said, I don't like dealing with the criminal element, so consider it an exception to my rules.
Niccola: Will they make her like Francesca?
Fernando: I don't know, as close to a rebuild as possible.
Niccola: Again, money is no object.
Fernando: Francesca's rebuild cost 5 million Euros per limb. If you have not guessed it, we work for the government… Anti-terrorist division. Francesca was rebuilt with the latest cybernetics agency science has to offer. At best, your daughter will be built with the latest prosthetics. To get the cybernetics, she would have to be an agent for the government.
Niccola: How did Francesca become an agent?
Fernando: Problem is, she was. When you knew her, but a blow to the head and damage to her parts in a mission fight, she forgot who she was and where she belonged. She was repaired when she was found.
Niccola: But she was out in the streets for almost 5 years as I remember her.
Fernando: So she was. I just got here myself last year, from America from their anti-terrorist agency.
Niccola: Forgive me… would you or Francesca like something to eat or drink while we wait for your doctor?
Fernando: I'm fine. Francesca?
Francesca: I'm fine too.
Fernando: Now, Niccola, I cant say what will happen, after today, we leave the city tonight to chase these terrorists but I will keep in touch. About your underworld dealings…
Niccola: For her I will turn over a new lease.
Fernando: That is a dangerous thing to say, especially with your guards in the hall listening.
Niccola: They are with me in saying that I want to retire from this situation. It's gotten too tiring to continue, to few making it to the top and keeping the others from achieving the same status. You know what I mean?
Fernando (nods): Hmmm… When I return, you need to see a man by the name of Petri Lorenzo. You tell him what you told me.
The panel in the hall begins to buzz. The guards go downstairs to answer it, and within the minute, come upstairs with Dr. Bianchi, Ferro and Jean. They are escorted to the bedroom. Dr. Bianchi walks over to the bed where the girl was in while Ferro and Jean stop by Fernando.
Jean: This better be good.
Fernando: Believe me, it is. Ferro, you explained it to him yesterday's meeting?
Ferro: No, but if this is part of it, then it better be worth it.
Dr. Bianchi swings an extended probe connected to a handheld device over the girl.
Dr. Bianachi: How long as she been like this?
Niccola: Ever since she got out of the hospital. What's wrong?
Dr. Bianchi: Not to concern you with fear, but she has undergone implant connection failure.
Niccola: But those doctors said she was fine!
Dr. Bianchi: The hospital she was taken to probably did not have the equipment to see what was going on and just assumed that things were fine. They could only monitor for implant rejection not implant connection failure.
Niccola: How dare they call that medicine!
Fernando (walking over to the excitement): Dr. Bianchi will take care of her and make her whole again. You just relax and calm down for her.
Dr. Bianchi gives him a stern look. Ferro, then Jean walks to the group. Ferro nods, leaving Dr. Bianchi unsure how to answer.
Fernando: Is there a gurney in the van?
Jean: We came here in my Mercedes.
Niccola: It's no problem. I can put her in her wheel chair and take her in my van I had to get for her.
Dr. Bianchi finds the electric wheel chair at the corner of the room and takes it to the bed where the girl was. Niccola helps picks her up and puts her in the chair. The guards walk in with a suit and a change of clothes for Niccola.
After several minutes of setting up, they all leave the house. Fernando and Francesca stand by the doorway for a moment as the vehicles leave the area.
Alpha and Liesel come out from their hidden locations from behind the building.
Alpha: That took long.
Fernando: Too long.
Liesel: So what is going to happen?
Fernando: Don't know. Don't care. As long as the girl is short of being turned into a cyborg, things should be fine.
Alpha: Anyone sent to those goons is turned into cyborgs.
Francesca: At least it's better than what she has now, which is nothing.
Fernando: Let's go get something to eat.
End of Chapter 25.