Don't own em, don't want to. The good people at Bandi
(action satisfaction) and every one else who shelled out the millions for them
do. Third part in a series that seems to be developing nicely. E-mail at Baronben@home.com if you want to tell me
how bad it is.
Dog of War part 3
Wu Fei watched from an air duct as two OZ guards pass beneath him, oblivious to his presence. He was about to kill them both with a silenced pistol he had picked up on the Sri Lankaen black market before he traveled to France, were OZ headquarters was located. But then me remembered a less from his teacher Dr. O from several years ago.
Dr. O was standing over Wu Fei, after the 10-year-old child had failed another simulated infiltration exercise. "How did you find me?" panted the boy, his face starting to swell up from the injuries that his mentor gave him in punishment for failure. "I made no sound. No one saw me. I disabled the guards silently and efficiently"
Dr. O cut him off "And because you disabled them I found you. After you knocked them out, what did you do to them?"
"I…" Wu Fei tried to respond.
"You tried to hid them in a corner!" Dr. O yelled "You thought that no one would find them in a communications annex? You didn't think that no one would find them and know there was an intruder? The Federation may be foolish, but they are not as stupid as you; Chang Wu Fei of the Long clan!"
"Remember this, a dead man makes the most noise. A disabled man makes enough noise to alert an entire base. But an untouched man will make no noise, no sound, at all. You will try this exercise again, this time with a broken right femur."
The broken leg had healed, but the lesion had stayed within him. He let the guards pass and turn the corner before he silently fell from the air duct to the hallway. He knew that if he wanted to he could trade his life for Treize's, but he had another mission after this one. "I am sorry Nataku, but to become strong like you, I must first crawl" He thought as he picked the door marked in regal letters 'He Ladyship, The Corneal Une of OZ'
"This should be easier then I thought, judging by her title she must be a bureaucrat of some type. I just need to dangle the possibility of advancement before her, offer her the opportunity for public exposure of her accomplishments; she'll do what ever I want of her.
The lock popped and he slowly opened the door. He knew that Une wasn't in her office; he had tracked her when he was in the air ducts and knew that she was in the communications room. He looked for any guards or cameras that he would need to disable, but saw none. The walls were completely white, except for one wall that held for monitors. In the middle of the room was a mahogany desk with one chair behind it, presumably for Lady Une, and two smaller chairs in front of the desk for guests. The only things on the desk were a computer screen, a telephone, and a picture frame.
Wu Fei already had his plan ready. He needed to immediately impress her and then tantalize her with visions of the power that he could give her. He hadn't decided if he would tell her outright of his plans to kill Treize, instead waiting to see how attached she was to her boss.
He heard high heels resound against the marble floors of the hallway. Wu Fei stood at military attention 2 feet away from the door. His plan was to say when she entered "I sunk the 7th fleet. There are 4 more like me. I can help you."
But that plan was never carried out. Instead of a flabbergasted look on his target's face he saw the barrel of a high-powered pistol. Holding the gun was Lady Une, her face not holding a look of fear or surprise, but a half crocked smile. "If the rest of the people sent down by the colonies are of the same low caliber as you, I see no reason why OZ was even placed on high alert" she said, not moving the gun a centimeter.