Cruel
Chapter 3: Intellectual Nonsense
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No sooner had they arrived, when just as they all walked inside, Howard was calling them. Heero, the security freak that he is, was the first one to the phone.
"Hello? It's me, Howard. Is that you, Heero?" "Yes, it is." "Ah, good to hear from you. Put this on speaker phone and I can talk to you all that way." Heero clicks a button and then Howard's voice could be heard through the whole room. "Ah, yes. Hello gentlemen! I apologize, but I cannot speak to you as well this way. After what I have to say, I want you all to the Capsule Corporation building and we will meet there. We have some allies. They are powerful indeed, and they think that they may have some information on pilot 06." Howard rambles on. Quatre was checking Trowa out whilst he spoke, half paying attention, half hoping that he'd shut up so he could get laid already. Trowa did not notice. He was paying attention to Howard like a good little mecha pilot.
"Alright, is there anything else, or are you going to shut up so that we can go downtown already, or are you going to talk our ears off s'more?" Quat growls at the phone. Howard didn't seem bothered by this. "Ah Quatre, glad to see you grew some balls, now I'll be finished in a few minutes, and then you all can leave for C.C."
Quatre narrows aquamarine eyes at this. Duo could swear that the Noble of the Desert hissed like an angry cobra at that. Wow, Q-man DID grow some nuts. Amazing.
Howard suddenly goes quiet. "Ahh...sorry. I forgot what I had to say. So just come down here to C.C., and we'll get you introduced to these nice people here. Hurry up, and don't look too trashy, even if they don't care. Nah, never mind. Just get over here now." He says.
With this all said, Howard put the phone down, and his face disappeared from the screen, which now shown blank black with sparks of static every so often, until Yuy turned it off. "C'mon, lets go, let's go, let's GO!!!!" Maxwell yelped, hopping up and down, his usual energetic self. Quatre grabbed the baka Shinigami by his braid and dragged him out to the car again, Duo putting up a fuss for Quat touching his beautiful, strawberry-scented hair. Soon, the pilots all piled into the car and drove off in search of the Capsule Corporation.
After about an hour, they found it. Wasn't so easy to get to it with traffic taking after New York rush hour late at night. Like yah, the clubs would all run out of vodka by then. Likely story. There was traffic due to the god damned NIGHTLIFE, and purely such was the reason. But eventually, they found where Capsule Corporation had been moved to, and that was across from the one and only Kaiba Corporation. Yes. The legendary, multi- billion- dollar company. Now it was more accurately described as a multi-TRILLION dollar company, and basically is as untouchable as any corporate asshole's company can get. Capsule Corporation, a five-story domelike structure, was dwarfed in comparison to the almighty KC, which stood to be taller than the Sears tower and the Empire State Building combined. Yee haw, hold on to your Stetsons, ladies and gentlemen at Capsule Corp, because you are in for one wild, kick-ass ride, and that steer is gonna gore you with his bloody white long horns. CC never stood a chance across the street. It wasn't a corporate giant compared to the corporate mountain range that is KC.
All politically incorrect joking aside, Bulma Briefs stood at the front most window on the bottom floor of CC, glaring with all her power at the smooth, glassy front of KC, and wanting very much to blackmail her dear friends into acting as assassins to benefit her now-tiny company. Goku and Howard wouldn't hear of it.
Soon the door opened, and five young men filed into the room, all dressed in Matrix-style black leather, complete with trench coats, shades, and a laptop. Guns and batteries included. Lock n' load, kiddies: each pilot comes fully equipped with his own kick-ass fighting style and his own sexual tension, if you wanted that added on to your personalized Gundam Pilot dolly. Warning: they do interact....with...one...another. Keep them separate and you're golden.
Soon as the door swung shut and they all stood around waiting, Howard charged down the stairs, followed by the Z-fighters. Ooo, wonder what they where doing all together. Bulma grumbles inwardly. She could swear that Goku and Vegeta flirt with each other more than with their own wives. Which wasn't, unfortunately, a far cry from the truth.
"So! 01, 02, 03, 04, 05...meet the Z Fighters. They are the people I was talking about before rather briefly." The pilots all nod their heads once stiffly, and in a single, uniform movement. It made most everyone in the room nervous as hell. The pilots stood in a line, military-style, in numerical order. Howard now motioned towards Bulma, and her father, who walked in just seconds ago.
"This is Bulma Briefs and her father, Professor Briefs. They are the two who said they stumbled upon something very strange indeed. Supposedly about pilot 06." The Z Fighters looked confused, then looked at Bulma. She nodded at Howard, and said, "Come, this way, this way. Into the computer laboratory." The pilots all turned left at the same time, and military marched after her. It was their way of either embarrassing Howard or impressing the other people that they all quite frankly didn't give a shit about. Now they all stood around a computer, and Bulma smiled, pulling up some information. It was in a heavily encrypted folder, and with very good reason. She had printed it out already, and made several folders of information on it. She needed these folders to test her theories with 06.
"Well, I found out that 06 is a Caucasian female, stands at a height of 6'0'', is in excellent physical form, and supposedly extremely attractive. Also very elusive, as you all know, doesn't take kindly to people possessing information on her. She destroyed one of our most powerful computers, and once info hits the net, it's dead. I had to ask myself HOW she does this exactly, because it is a stroke of brilliance, how she operates. She in fact, is very close by. By her standards, too damn close for comfort, and she hates it. Hates it with a fucking passion." She looked around at them all before continuing, and went to typing on a document of some sort. ((How in the Seven Bloody Hells am I gonna know?! I'm only the WRITER...))
"Well, it made me wonder. Why exactly is she so difficult? She has a huge secret. She must. So this is what I found got mailed to the wrong address." She pulled up an e-mail from her account. It was an order form. For gundanium parts.
"These are components normally found in a Gundam." Heero observed quietly. Bulma nodded her head up and down energetically, sending her blur hair in a storm around her brain-stuffed head.
"I had no idea what they where, but now that you tell me, I'm sure of it. Someone was making a Gundam at the time. About three years ago." She moved the cursor over the date it was received, and smiled grimly. "I had no idea what I had here, and all along I knew it was something big. There's very few companies that makes these components up to the high quality indicated here. Now, assuming this Gundam has been made already, and it has, I realize that this thing is a pretty smooth machine. It runs efficiently, and has virtually no flaws. Then, just last week, I got this." She brings up another e-mail. This one was for something else.
"Artificial Intelligence. These are things used to program it and whatnot. And keep it hard wired, usually used for robots, but we do not carry equipment of this caliber, yet again. So now it was bugging me big time. Now, if you remember, this was sent on a Thursday. There was an attack not long after; London was leveled by a mysterious Gundam in five minutes flat. There was only a few survivors, and that looked like they where kept out of harms way by the gundam's pilot. For a reason. And the names of the survivors have not been released to the public. But whoever they are, the new president of the U.E.S.N has his feathers all ruffled because of it. There have been similar attacks in U.S.A, Arabia, and China. Only certain people survived because the pilot allowed them to. Now tell me. What part of this reeks? There's something else happening, we all know it, you know it, Howard does, I do, hell, the whole world does." Bulma sighed, and spun in her chair to face them.
"Now tell me. Why does this sound like a set up to be feared? 06 is getting ready for something. There's a pattern here. She has only attacked certain places in certain nations. Why is that?" At the looks on their faces, she looked apologetically at them all.
"I'm sorry. But it was something that needed to be brought to your attention. I'm sure you noticed, but never said anything out loud, and I'm just the first to voice it. Now, there's the matter on online info. Whenever we try to release something about it to the public, it is destroyed as soon as it is out—"She continued on and on, and meanwhile, a shadow in the room shifted and slunk away. 06 suppressed a disdainful laugh.
Those fools. They will not know what happened. My next target is...hmmm. Let me think. I want to make this count. My next target is... ---------------------------------
Me: Was that a cliff hanger? Duo: O_o Whaaaa?! Quatre: I believe it is. Heero :Hn. Wufei: Baka onna! Me: Bite your tongue, Chang Wufei. Okay peoples. Hope you like that chappie. Remember. R&R. Keeps the writer happy and inspired. Well, that's how it works for me, anywho. Duo: YEE HAW!!! She's updating from school!!!!
No sooner had they arrived, when just as they all walked inside, Howard was calling them. Heero, the security freak that he is, was the first one to the phone.
"Hello? It's me, Howard. Is that you, Heero?" "Yes, it is." "Ah, good to hear from you. Put this on speaker phone and I can talk to you all that way." Heero clicks a button and then Howard's voice could be heard through the whole room. "Ah, yes. Hello gentlemen! I apologize, but I cannot speak to you as well this way. After what I have to say, I want you all to the Capsule Corporation building and we will meet there. We have some allies. They are powerful indeed, and they think that they may have some information on pilot 06." Howard rambles on. Quatre was checking Trowa out whilst he spoke, half paying attention, half hoping that he'd shut up so he could get laid already. Trowa did not notice. He was paying attention to Howard like a good little mecha pilot.
"Alright, is there anything else, or are you going to shut up so that we can go downtown already, or are you going to talk our ears off s'more?" Quat growls at the phone. Howard didn't seem bothered by this. "Ah Quatre, glad to see you grew some balls, now I'll be finished in a few minutes, and then you all can leave for C.C."
Quatre narrows aquamarine eyes at this. Duo could swear that the Noble of the Desert hissed like an angry cobra at that. Wow, Q-man DID grow some nuts. Amazing.
Howard suddenly goes quiet. "Ahh...sorry. I forgot what I had to say. So just come down here to C.C., and we'll get you introduced to these nice people here. Hurry up, and don't look too trashy, even if they don't care. Nah, never mind. Just get over here now." He says.
With this all said, Howard put the phone down, and his face disappeared from the screen, which now shown blank black with sparks of static every so often, until Yuy turned it off. "C'mon, lets go, let's go, let's GO!!!!" Maxwell yelped, hopping up and down, his usual energetic self. Quatre grabbed the baka Shinigami by his braid and dragged him out to the car again, Duo putting up a fuss for Quat touching his beautiful, strawberry-scented hair. Soon, the pilots all piled into the car and drove off in search of the Capsule Corporation.
After about an hour, they found it. Wasn't so easy to get to it with traffic taking after New York rush hour late at night. Like yah, the clubs would all run out of vodka by then. Likely story. There was traffic due to the god damned NIGHTLIFE, and purely such was the reason. But eventually, they found where Capsule Corporation had been moved to, and that was across from the one and only Kaiba Corporation. Yes. The legendary, multi- billion- dollar company. Now it was more accurately described as a multi-TRILLION dollar company, and basically is as untouchable as any corporate asshole's company can get. Capsule Corporation, a five-story domelike structure, was dwarfed in comparison to the almighty KC, which stood to be taller than the Sears tower and the Empire State Building combined. Yee haw, hold on to your Stetsons, ladies and gentlemen at Capsule Corp, because you are in for one wild, kick-ass ride, and that steer is gonna gore you with his bloody white long horns. CC never stood a chance across the street. It wasn't a corporate giant compared to the corporate mountain range that is KC.
All politically incorrect joking aside, Bulma Briefs stood at the front most window on the bottom floor of CC, glaring with all her power at the smooth, glassy front of KC, and wanting very much to blackmail her dear friends into acting as assassins to benefit her now-tiny company. Goku and Howard wouldn't hear of it.
Soon the door opened, and five young men filed into the room, all dressed in Matrix-style black leather, complete with trench coats, shades, and a laptop. Guns and batteries included. Lock n' load, kiddies: each pilot comes fully equipped with his own kick-ass fighting style and his own sexual tension, if you wanted that added on to your personalized Gundam Pilot dolly. Warning: they do interact....with...one...another. Keep them separate and you're golden.
Soon as the door swung shut and they all stood around waiting, Howard charged down the stairs, followed by the Z-fighters. Ooo, wonder what they where doing all together. Bulma grumbles inwardly. She could swear that Goku and Vegeta flirt with each other more than with their own wives. Which wasn't, unfortunately, a far cry from the truth.
"So! 01, 02, 03, 04, 05...meet the Z Fighters. They are the people I was talking about before rather briefly." The pilots all nod their heads once stiffly, and in a single, uniform movement. It made most everyone in the room nervous as hell. The pilots stood in a line, military-style, in numerical order. Howard now motioned towards Bulma, and her father, who walked in just seconds ago.
"This is Bulma Briefs and her father, Professor Briefs. They are the two who said they stumbled upon something very strange indeed. Supposedly about pilot 06." The Z Fighters looked confused, then looked at Bulma. She nodded at Howard, and said, "Come, this way, this way. Into the computer laboratory." The pilots all turned left at the same time, and military marched after her. It was their way of either embarrassing Howard or impressing the other people that they all quite frankly didn't give a shit about. Now they all stood around a computer, and Bulma smiled, pulling up some information. It was in a heavily encrypted folder, and with very good reason. She had printed it out already, and made several folders of information on it. She needed these folders to test her theories with 06.
"Well, I found out that 06 is a Caucasian female, stands at a height of 6'0'', is in excellent physical form, and supposedly extremely attractive. Also very elusive, as you all know, doesn't take kindly to people possessing information on her. She destroyed one of our most powerful computers, and once info hits the net, it's dead. I had to ask myself HOW she does this exactly, because it is a stroke of brilliance, how she operates. She in fact, is very close by. By her standards, too damn close for comfort, and she hates it. Hates it with a fucking passion." She looked around at them all before continuing, and went to typing on a document of some sort. ((How in the Seven Bloody Hells am I gonna know?! I'm only the WRITER...))
"Well, it made me wonder. Why exactly is she so difficult? She has a huge secret. She must. So this is what I found got mailed to the wrong address." She pulled up an e-mail from her account. It was an order form. For gundanium parts.
"These are components normally found in a Gundam." Heero observed quietly. Bulma nodded her head up and down energetically, sending her blur hair in a storm around her brain-stuffed head.
"I had no idea what they where, but now that you tell me, I'm sure of it. Someone was making a Gundam at the time. About three years ago." She moved the cursor over the date it was received, and smiled grimly. "I had no idea what I had here, and all along I knew it was something big. There's very few companies that makes these components up to the high quality indicated here. Now, assuming this Gundam has been made already, and it has, I realize that this thing is a pretty smooth machine. It runs efficiently, and has virtually no flaws. Then, just last week, I got this." She brings up another e-mail. This one was for something else.
"Artificial Intelligence. These are things used to program it and whatnot. And keep it hard wired, usually used for robots, but we do not carry equipment of this caliber, yet again. So now it was bugging me big time. Now, if you remember, this was sent on a Thursday. There was an attack not long after; London was leveled by a mysterious Gundam in five minutes flat. There was only a few survivors, and that looked like they where kept out of harms way by the gundam's pilot. For a reason. And the names of the survivors have not been released to the public. But whoever they are, the new president of the U.E.S.N has his feathers all ruffled because of it. There have been similar attacks in U.S.A, Arabia, and China. Only certain people survived because the pilot allowed them to. Now tell me. What part of this reeks? There's something else happening, we all know it, you know it, Howard does, I do, hell, the whole world does." Bulma sighed, and spun in her chair to face them.
"Now tell me. Why does this sound like a set up to be feared? 06 is getting ready for something. There's a pattern here. She has only attacked certain places in certain nations. Why is that?" At the looks on their faces, she looked apologetically at them all.
"I'm sorry. But it was something that needed to be brought to your attention. I'm sure you noticed, but never said anything out loud, and I'm just the first to voice it. Now, there's the matter on online info. Whenever we try to release something about it to the public, it is destroyed as soon as it is out—"She continued on and on, and meanwhile, a shadow in the room shifted and slunk away. 06 suppressed a disdainful laugh.
Those fools. They will not know what happened. My next target is...hmmm. Let me think. I want to make this count. My next target is... ---------------------------------
Me: Was that a cliff hanger? Duo: O_o Whaaaa?! Quatre: I believe it is. Heero :Hn. Wufei: Baka onna! Me: Bite your tongue, Chang Wufei. Okay peoples. Hope you like that chappie. Remember. R&R. Keeps the writer happy and inspired. Well, that's how it works for me, anywho. Duo: YEE HAW!!! She's updating from school!!!!