I do not own Gundam Wing, neither will I ever.
Recreate Me (I Crumble)
Chapter One
AC 207, 15 March
A small glass-pane window sat cracked, the breeze blowing the curtains. Artificial moonlight shone in convincing beams. The room was small, square and cluttered. In one corner was a half-sized refrigerator, microwave, and hot plate. In another, under a sink, were two baskets; clean and dirty laundry filled them respectively. A box of cheap detergent sat between them. A line for drying garments hung across the corner. Against the east wall were a table and chair, littered with small shiny components and what-nots. Larger but similar parts and tools covered the floor surrounding the table and chair. Against the far wall, opposite the window was a bed, underneath of which lie a notebook computer with a remote uplink to the internet that was impossible to trace. Sprawled upon the bed in a manner that explained his disheveled, unruly hair lay the man that wrote the untraceable program. His face lay smashed against his pillow, leaving one to question how he breathed.
A blue cat, in the alley underneath the window, sat with it's tale twitching. A rather large, rather black, rather conspicuous vehicle rolled its way down the narrow alleyway. It halted two buildings from the window. A tall man, wearing a red overcoat and high black boots, strode back to the window, locking eyes with the cat. The animal hissed and leapt through the window.
The man inside slept still as the cat crept over the metal, which littered the floor, to the door near the sink. There he smugly reclined himself against the frame, only to be rudely jarred from his post when the door was forced open.
The man in bed was on his feet with his pistol aimed at the early morning intruder.
Two red arms raised, showing two empty hands with long, slender fingers. "Put it down Heero. I'm here on business," said a raspy, even voice.
Heero lowered his gun and sat at the edge of his bed to rub the sleep from his eyes. "Zechs, what kind of business is important enough for you to break into my house in the middle of the night?"
Zechs maneuvered himself over the junk on the floor to the chair. He sat as if comfortable in the folding chair, an elbow on the table top, with his legs crossed. "I wouldn't call the much of a house, Yuy. However, if there were a better way for me to contact you about this, believe I would have taken the easier route."
"Sorry for the inconvenience. What do you want?" Heero reclined on his bed, hands behind his head as if he didn't care anyway.
Zechs sighed and sat up. "I need you to come work for me."
Heero made no reaction while Zechs looked on, waiting. After a few minutes of silence Heero spoke.
"Two things: What the fuck do you mean 'work for you,' and who do you want me to assassinate?"
Zechs sighed once again and let a small grin spread over his lips. "You would be working indirectly for the Preventors, but to avoid any connection with the assassination you will be on my payroll, and you will have no contact with any other Preventor."
"You want me to go to L4?" Heero sat up to gage Zechs.
He simply nodded. "The rebels there are trying to overthrow the power of the Winner Group because once again they feel as though the Winner are to omnipotent. Though it has only begun to turn violent we are hoping to stem the obstruction before it becomes the Earth Sphere's main topic of conversation."
"McNare."
Zechs cleared his throat. "The head of the Winner Group is a much more likeable character than McNare is. He is also more powerful, and has a considerable more political sway. Some would say he's too powerful."
Heero stood, ruffled his hair and crossed to his little refrigerator where he pulled out a bottle of beer, not offering one to Zechs. Opening it, he said, "So you want to give L4 a radical dictator, and take away half their jobs just because Quatre is fucking your sister."
"More or less," Zechs stood and opened the door to leave. "Meet me at my car in two minutes if you accept the mission."
Heero sipped his beer, "They're getting married aren't they?"
Zechs froze. "No one knows yet. They only announced it to the household yesterday. We've been fearing this for awhile. It's a political union that can't be made. The other Lagranges would protest and there would be war."
"And you're willing to pay me to kill a former comrade, bring the Preventors under scrutiny, and break your sisters heart, to avoid probable war?"
"Yes, but will you do it?"
"How long?"
"It's all in the car."
"What do I do afterward?"
"I don't give a damn."
"Two minutes?"
"Hmm," Zechs nodded and shut the door behind him.
The cat purred and circled Heero's leg. "So Zero, looks like we've accepted the mission."
Recreate Me (I Crumble)
Chapter One
AC 207, 15 March
A small glass-pane window sat cracked, the breeze blowing the curtains. Artificial moonlight shone in convincing beams. The room was small, square and cluttered. In one corner was a half-sized refrigerator, microwave, and hot plate. In another, under a sink, were two baskets; clean and dirty laundry filled them respectively. A box of cheap detergent sat between them. A line for drying garments hung across the corner. Against the east wall were a table and chair, littered with small shiny components and what-nots. Larger but similar parts and tools covered the floor surrounding the table and chair. Against the far wall, opposite the window was a bed, underneath of which lie a notebook computer with a remote uplink to the internet that was impossible to trace. Sprawled upon the bed in a manner that explained his disheveled, unruly hair lay the man that wrote the untraceable program. His face lay smashed against his pillow, leaving one to question how he breathed.
A blue cat, in the alley underneath the window, sat with it's tale twitching. A rather large, rather black, rather conspicuous vehicle rolled its way down the narrow alleyway. It halted two buildings from the window. A tall man, wearing a red overcoat and high black boots, strode back to the window, locking eyes with the cat. The animal hissed and leapt through the window.
The man inside slept still as the cat crept over the metal, which littered the floor, to the door near the sink. There he smugly reclined himself against the frame, only to be rudely jarred from his post when the door was forced open.
The man in bed was on his feet with his pistol aimed at the early morning intruder.
Two red arms raised, showing two empty hands with long, slender fingers. "Put it down Heero. I'm here on business," said a raspy, even voice.
Heero lowered his gun and sat at the edge of his bed to rub the sleep from his eyes. "Zechs, what kind of business is important enough for you to break into my house in the middle of the night?"
Zechs maneuvered himself over the junk on the floor to the chair. He sat as if comfortable in the folding chair, an elbow on the table top, with his legs crossed. "I wouldn't call the much of a house, Yuy. However, if there were a better way for me to contact you about this, believe I would have taken the easier route."
"Sorry for the inconvenience. What do you want?" Heero reclined on his bed, hands behind his head as if he didn't care anyway.
Zechs sighed and sat up. "I need you to come work for me."
Heero made no reaction while Zechs looked on, waiting. After a few minutes of silence Heero spoke.
"Two things: What the fuck do you mean 'work for you,' and who do you want me to assassinate?"
Zechs sighed once again and let a small grin spread over his lips. "You would be working indirectly for the Preventors, but to avoid any connection with the assassination you will be on my payroll, and you will have no contact with any other Preventor."
"You want me to go to L4?" Heero sat up to gage Zechs.
He simply nodded. "The rebels there are trying to overthrow the power of the Winner Group because once again they feel as though the Winner are to omnipotent. Though it has only begun to turn violent we are hoping to stem the obstruction before it becomes the Earth Sphere's main topic of conversation."
"McNare."
Zechs cleared his throat. "The head of the Winner Group is a much more likeable character than McNare is. He is also more powerful, and has a considerable more political sway. Some would say he's too powerful."
Heero stood, ruffled his hair and crossed to his little refrigerator where he pulled out a bottle of beer, not offering one to Zechs. Opening it, he said, "So you want to give L4 a radical dictator, and take away half their jobs just because Quatre is fucking your sister."
"More or less," Zechs stood and opened the door to leave. "Meet me at my car in two minutes if you accept the mission."
Heero sipped his beer, "They're getting married aren't they?"
Zechs froze. "No one knows yet. They only announced it to the household yesterday. We've been fearing this for awhile. It's a political union that can't be made. The other Lagranges would protest and there would be war."
"And you're willing to pay me to kill a former comrade, bring the Preventors under scrutiny, and break your sisters heart, to avoid probable war?"
"Yes, but will you do it?"
"How long?"
"It's all in the car."
"What do I do afterward?"
"I don't give a damn."
"Two minutes?"
"Hmm," Zechs nodded and shut the door behind him.
The cat purred and circled Heero's leg. "So Zero, looks like we've accepted the mission."
