A/N: The plot thickens. (I've always wanted to say that!) ( Hope you enjoy. Less fluff. Read and Review, please!

The L6 Conspiracy: Chapter Two

"Welcome, Mr. Winner! Please, sir, sit down."
Quatre looked at the man speaking to him. He was a stout man, bald on top, with gray hair and eyes.
He seems harmless enough. Why am I always so nervous around him? "Thank you very much, Governor Rodrick." "Why, you're quite welcome son. May I ask why one of the most highly esteemed ambassadors of the World Nation is here on colony L6?" "Just a routine check, sir. As usual, I'm just supposed to sit in on one of your meetings. If you have anything you'd like me to present to the World Nation Congress, you can tell me now." Governor Rodrick stood up slowly. "As a matter of fact," he said nodding to the guards, "we do have a message for the World Nation." Quatre turned to see one guard securely locking the doors and the other walking menacingly towards him. Quatre stood up quickly. "What is the meaning of this, Governor?" "Let's just say, Mr. Winner," he replied walking towards the young man, "that you've become a small pawn in my intriguing game of chess." Quatre quickly counted the men around him. There were four guards total, eleven legislators, and the governor. The shades had been drawn so that no one could see the drama about to begin in the room.
I can't go down without a fight! I'm still a Gundam pilot! This
isn't right! In one swift move, Quatre jabbed his elbow into the stomach of the guard behind him and took his gun.
No sense in being unarmed! He ducked and rolled under the conference table as the other three guards opened fire at him. Governor Rodrick dropped down on his knees to glare at Quatre. "Give it up, boy," the man snarled. "You haven't got a chance!" "You thought I'd just go without a fight? I'm sorry, sir, but you're mistaken," Quatre replied firing in the Governor's leg. Rodrick reeled back, howling in pain, "Get that little brat, and get him now!" Quatre shot several more legs before someone grabbed his arm. He felt a blunt object hit the back of his head. Just before drifting out of consciousness he thought to himself:
They were right. I didn't have a chance.

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It was twelve-thirty. Cathy swung her foot nervously. She and Hilde had picked out this restaurant because it was centrally located and had the best coffee. Duo looked at her skeptically. "Ya know, swinging your foot like that ain't gonna get Quatre here any sooner." Cathy forced a smile and stopped shaking her foot. "I'm just worried, Duo. He's never late. You even beat him here." "Don't worry! He'll get here soon enough. The meeting probably ran over or something." "It must have run very far over, then. He was supposed to have an hour to kill before lunch." "Traffic, maybe?" "Duo, we got here fine. He wasn't coming from any further away than the rest of us." Duo shrugged, "I'm sure there's a logical explanation and he's just fine. Stop worrying, Cathy. Go ahead and order your food. You're eatin' for two." Cathy sat pensively for a few moments. "Cathy!" Duo exclaimed in exasperation, "It's gonna be fine!"

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It was one o'clock. Hattie flipped on the television and snuggled next to Trowa. Casablanca was supposed to be showing today, but before it could begin a news anchor broke in.
"We interrupt this program to bring you some very tragic news."
The image of an exploded, fiery, hardly recognizable vehicle appeared on the screen.
"World Nation Ambassador Quatre Winner died tragically today in car accident. Cause of the accident is still unknown, but Mr. Winner's remains have been identified by his dog tags."
Two warped pieces of metal on a chain were shown.
"More coverage will be given as information becomes available. And now back to the regularly schedule program."
Hattie and Trowa stared at the screen in dumbfounded horror. Trowa absently got up and turned off the TV.
"Trowa," Hattie asked quietly with tears in her eyes, "do you think Cathy knows yet?"

One down, four to go, huh? Do you really think I'd kill off a Gundam pilot? COME ON! ( Review, please! I need pointers!