Lost Memories Prologue: the Plot By: Deadly_Leo Author's Notes: Minna-san, I DO NOT OWN GUNDAM WING OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS. This is my first attempt at a multipart. Again thanks to Haruchiru for help with the format. It's still screwy, but it is a work in progress. If there are any mistakes please, I implore you; tell me so I can change them!!!! Again minna, gomen nasai for any and all mistakes. I hope you like it. Enjoy!!!

~*~*~*~ Lieutenant Jamison sat at his desk in his office at the Specials headquarters and sifted through his mail.

At the bottom of the pile was a note that read: 'Jamison, I am calling a meeting of Chaos tonight. I would strongly suggest that you be present. Be at the warehouse at nine o'clock sharp.'

"Understood," he murmured and continued on through his mail.

~*~*~*~ "Gentlemen, I assume that you all know why we are here tonight?" Colonel Armsfield said as he took his place at the head of the small table.

A lamp hung directly above the table illuminating the hot, sweaty faces of all who sat there. It was cold night and the sweltering heat from the vent was causing Armsfield's patience to run low.

'Where is that lazy boy at,' he thought, 'I told him to be here at nine, we will have to start without him,' he said as he prepared to address the table again.

Five men sat at the table, one from each division the World Nation. These men had all gathered in the tiny room in the warehouse to chart a course that would not only change their lives forever, but the lives of millions for better or for worse.

"Gentlemen, as you all know Treize Khushrenada is the leader of the World Nation. We are here tonight to put an end to his rising and in turn create one of our own. What we will be doing will be dangerous. If our organization is exposed we may all be killed. To accomplish this mission we all must be united. That is why I must ask you now, if there is any of you who feel uncertain about our cause, then leave and speak not a word of this to anyone," he said looking around him.

No one moved. They all knew that if any rose they might leave the room but would not live far beyond that.

"Tonight gentlemen we take the future into our own hands. To do this we will first have to eliminate Treize and his second in command, Colonel Une. To accomplish this I mean assassination."

All sat deadly still as Armsfield continued to speak.

"To do this I propose that we." Armsfield said, before a knock to the door came.

"Enter," he commanded as the door opened to reveal an exhausted looking Lieutenant Jamison.

"You were supposed to be here half an hour ago!" Armsfield barked as Jamison entered the room and closed the door, "you better have a damn good reason for not being on time."



"Oh, I do sir. While I was leaving headquarters I overheard a telephone conversation. Sir, Colonel Une has come out of her coma and is in space with Commander Treize. Commander Treize is going to lead the battle between the World Nation and the White Fang organization personally," he finished breathlessly.

"Well gentlemen," Armsfield said silkily, "our job might just have become a little easier. If Treize were to be killed in battle, that would leave the Colonel alone and helpless, and with the enormous task of disbanding the World Nation as Treize would have wanted. As her trusted aid and advisor I would naturally be called upon to help with the task. This would enable me to be close enough to eliminate her, leaving me as the head of the World Nation and our organization in control of the world," he finished slowly as a disgusting Cheshire cat smile spread across his face. To Be Continued.