** Gundam Wing is MINE! In my own evil world anyways. Can you make it my birthday present?**

No real warnings for this one. Just more setting up the plot. . .

Chapter 1- One Discovered, One Devised

--CWS- Council for World Security HQ- Undisclosed Location-

The steady beating of heavy boots echoed throughout the bare white hallways. Those who were leaning against the walls, chatting amicably with co-workers over a cup of instant coffee immediately set about busying themselves as they saw who was coming near. One woman was so startled by the figure's presence that her cumbersome folder of papers tumbled to the ground, spilling everywhere. The deep cobalt eyes that peeked out from underneath the black face mask, so void of light, made even the men dressed in full combat gear, carrying scars of many battles, stare at the floor.

The dark figure walked to the end of the hallway without so much as a sideways glance. He went right up to the two gundanium enforced doors marked with the CWS insignia- a globe within two green and red circles- and stopped on a red square marked on the floor.

"State ID code and password," spoke the computer screen above the door.

"Code 3612W2478G, password Kuro Kaze," responded the voice, slightly muffled by the mask.

"Please remove facial covering for visual scan."

The figure's gloved hand reached out and pulled off the mask, causing his unruly brown hair to be further messed up. He then tilted his head up to the plasma screen, allowing a green light to make a few sweeps over his face. Satisfied, the light disappeared and the computerized voice spoke again.

"ID confirmed. Code, password, and visual scan: clear. Major Heero Yuy, CWS Task Force, Special Units. Access Granted."

The heavy doors then slowly parted with a mechanical creak, and the Major walked through the opening, the portal closing behind him upon entry.

Heero walked up to the large mahogany desk in front of him and cleared his throat loudly, getting the receptionist's attention.

"Report to Lady Une that I have returned. Have someone deliver this to her immediately." He tossed the woman the video surveillance from Treize's mansion he held in his hand before turning on his heel and heading to his quarters, not noticing the appreciative glance the receptionist gave his retreating backside.
Heero pressed his palm onto the screen outside his room, waiting for the familiar beep to sound and the doors to slide open. The room was sparsely furnished: only a bed, chair, and a desk with a laptop sitting on it as furniture, and a door leading to a small bathroom and another to a closet holding Heero's many uniforms. There was no color on the walls, no touch of personality everywhere, just cold, military grade furnishings. Heero made no note of just how barren his room was; it looked the same as when he first came to CWS all those years ago. He removed his black mission gear and utility belt, and sat at his desk and booting up his laptop. Entering his password and typing up his mission report, slim fingers never stopping, Heero's eyes never left the screen.

A short while later, the speaker in his room crackled to life. CWS officials and soldiers were on call 24 hours a day, seven days a week.

"Major Yuy, Lady Une wants to see you in the Data Com room immediately."

"Acknowledged," replied Heero in a robotic voice. He typed a few more thing son his computer before sending his report to his superiors, then he stood and grabbed one of his uniform jackets, shrugging it on and heading for the room where Une was waiting.

--Data Communication and Interpretation, Sub Floor 26-

Heero pushed open the double glass doors, quickly scanning the room for his superior officer. He spotted her talking to one of the scientists. He walked over and saluted her, waiting for her nod before settling himself in front of one of the monitors. Une pushed a button on a panel before speaking.

"Your video has some very interesting things in it. . . Major Yuy." A picture of an old man appeared on the wall screen. "This is Doctor Gary Jasecks. Worked fort the British Army developing weapons after World War Two. He then joined an American company where he designed new weapon prototypes and conducted experiments on the human brain and those with superior psychic abilities. He disappeared 4 months ago, his apartment found broken into and wrecked. We found out that OZ was behind his abduction, and they put him to work for them. As you saw, they were also behind his death as well. From the footage you recorded at Treize's mansion, we discovered that Treize had Jasecks working on something he called the 'Meior Beam'. Do you have any idea what he's talking about?" At Heero's brief shaking of his head, Une continued. "None of our previous investigations on OZ make note of him ever mentioning such a name. I believe that this is Treize's little pet project, one that OZ is not aware of. He also mentioned naother name."

Here Une fastfowarded through the video until she reached the point after Treize shot Jasecks. Everyone present in the room watched in disgusted horror as Treize "cleaned" his jacket before mentioned the name of which Une spoke.

"Duo Maxwell."

Here Une stopped the tape.

"Duo Maxwell. As soon as we watched this footage, we ran this name through our database. As of yet, we haven't received any hits. Yuy, you're my best. I'm putting you on this case. I want you to figure out what Treize is planning and, if necessary, stop him. He seems very adamant about finding this Maxwell person so you are also to find him, and protect him. Keep him in the dark about any details you may discover. I authorize you to use any and all means necessary."

Heero was left to ponder this information before Une spoke again. "Your computer and tracking skills are better than any of the idiots' I have working here. Find Maxwell, I want a full dossier on him on my desk tomorrow, and then you are to report to me for further instructions. You are dismissed"

Heero responded with a quick salute, then turned and left the room, his mind already planning his search process. Lady Une watched him go, not missing any of the admiring glances being sent Heero's way from both women and. . . men? (she was going to have to have a little talk with Jeff) alike. The Major was young, only 18, and he had been trained since he was old enough to walk. The results of his hard and disciplined life showed in his body, hard planes of muscle strengthened and defined over time. His dark green CWS uniform, modest on a coat hanger, fitted to his sturdy frame, encasing his strong arms then smoothly disappeared into his tight black pants.

Not wanting their drool to ruin the equipment, Une quickly barked an order, sending everyone reeling from their fantasy worlds and back into reality. Now for a little chat with Jeff.

TBC

/AN/ Whew, I wrote this chapter on my March Break while resting in the chalet after a hard day of skiing. What do you guys think so far? I am really getting excited about this story, have many plans for it! If anyone is thinking it LADY UNE IS NOT LUSTING OVER HEERO!! (Just in case you were down in the gutter thinking-wise.) That would make an interesting omake though. . . Hee Hee Hee. The possibilities!