Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing or its continuity and characters. I
do, however, own my characters which include Athena, Natan, Stiva, Xie, and
Carlow.
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AC 198
Time: 2200
Name: Sleeper
I have obtained the information that you have so dearly wanted my friend. Apparently Vice-Minister Dorlin will be attending the before said event. It is up to you to bring the necessary implements. Do not try to find me, I will find you.
End message...
The dark-haired man sat back in his seat, starring at the now blank computer screen that had only seconds before held his message. The eerie blue light that came from the screen light up little, only a portion of the man's torso could have vaguely been made out in the dark.
He wore a black suit, which was evident enough by the way he melded with the darkness about him. The only real color on him besides his skin of course was a red silk tie he insisted on wearing and a gold cross that he normal kept hidden beneath his lapels.
His eyes were a dark brown which was fairly normal among men of his ethnicity. He had no real prominent features on him besides his eyes. They held an intense stare that if he had been starring at someone, probably would have intimidated them quite sufficiently.
Rising from his seat he walked over to the tall window out onto the hotel balcony. Down below on the streets the night life was just waking up. After all, it was only ten, the night was still very young. A knock on the door startled the man almost into blinking.
Turning on his heel he marched over to the door, flicking on the lights and shutting his laptop so as not to look suspicious. Pulling on a fake expression he opened the door to see one of his "colleagues"; a man by the name of Daniel Somerset. He was an advisor to Vice-Minister Dorlin.
"Sorry to disturb you Bryan." He blustered in his normal over enthusiastic manner. "Me and some of the boys were going to hit a round of golf in the morning. Care to join us?" He questioned that annoying smile of his beaming up at the much taller "Bryan".
"I don't think so Daniel. I have a lot of paperwork to do before we leave tomorrow and I want to get it done as soon as possible." He said, smiling apologetically. Daniel's face fell; he had become quite fond of this boy named Bryan. Oh well, perhaps next time.
"That's alright kid. We'll have to celebrate after this whole militant uprising is squashed out, eh?" Daniel asked as he laughed good-naturedly. Bryan just smiled as the man continued to walk down the hall, most likely to bother someone else into a round of golf.
Bryan shut his door, breathing a sigh of the relief that that annoying man had finally left him alone. Taking off his jacket he threw it carelessly across the back of his chair. Loosening his tie he undid the top two buttons of his white shirt. These clothes were so stuffy but then again one must play the part assigned to him.
Taking up his position once more at the window Bryan laughed in spite of himself. Bryan? That wasn't even his name. Infernal men and their formal names. His real name was Stephen, or rather, Stiva. A pet name that he had adopted from the other person he had been in contact with for the past few years now.
They had never met face to face, but that day was fast approaching. He, Stiva, was the militant uprising. And here he was beneath the noses of those who would wish to imprison him. They'd want to kill him for what he had planned. Anyone on the side of peace would.
Peace was an idealistic state of mind. Humans couldn't help but fight one another. It was in their blood. For one reason or another Stiva would find someway to throw this pitiful world back to where it belonged; the battle.
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AC 198
Time: 2200
Name: Sleeper
I have obtained the information that you have so dearly wanted my friend. Apparently Vice-Minister Dorlin will be attending the before said event. It is up to you to bring the necessary implements. Do not try to find me, I will find you.
End message...
The dark-haired man sat back in his seat, starring at the now blank computer screen that had only seconds before held his message. The eerie blue light that came from the screen light up little, only a portion of the man's torso could have vaguely been made out in the dark.
He wore a black suit, which was evident enough by the way he melded with the darkness about him. The only real color on him besides his skin of course was a red silk tie he insisted on wearing and a gold cross that he normal kept hidden beneath his lapels.
His eyes were a dark brown which was fairly normal among men of his ethnicity. He had no real prominent features on him besides his eyes. They held an intense stare that if he had been starring at someone, probably would have intimidated them quite sufficiently.
Rising from his seat he walked over to the tall window out onto the hotel balcony. Down below on the streets the night life was just waking up. After all, it was only ten, the night was still very young. A knock on the door startled the man almost into blinking.
Turning on his heel he marched over to the door, flicking on the lights and shutting his laptop so as not to look suspicious. Pulling on a fake expression he opened the door to see one of his "colleagues"; a man by the name of Daniel Somerset. He was an advisor to Vice-Minister Dorlin.
"Sorry to disturb you Bryan." He blustered in his normal over enthusiastic manner. "Me and some of the boys were going to hit a round of golf in the morning. Care to join us?" He questioned that annoying smile of his beaming up at the much taller "Bryan".
"I don't think so Daniel. I have a lot of paperwork to do before we leave tomorrow and I want to get it done as soon as possible." He said, smiling apologetically. Daniel's face fell; he had become quite fond of this boy named Bryan. Oh well, perhaps next time.
"That's alright kid. We'll have to celebrate after this whole militant uprising is squashed out, eh?" Daniel asked as he laughed good-naturedly. Bryan just smiled as the man continued to walk down the hall, most likely to bother someone else into a round of golf.
Bryan shut his door, breathing a sigh of the relief that that annoying man had finally left him alone. Taking off his jacket he threw it carelessly across the back of his chair. Loosening his tie he undid the top two buttons of his white shirt. These clothes were so stuffy but then again one must play the part assigned to him.
Taking up his position once more at the window Bryan laughed in spite of himself. Bryan? That wasn't even his name. Infernal men and their formal names. His real name was Stephen, or rather, Stiva. A pet name that he had adopted from the other person he had been in contact with for the past few years now.
They had never met face to face, but that day was fast approaching. He, Stiva, was the militant uprising. And here he was beneath the noses of those who would wish to imprison him. They'd want to kill him for what he had planned. Anyone on the side of peace would.
Peace was an idealistic state of mind. Humans couldn't help but fight one another. It was in their blood. For one reason or another Stiva would find someway to throw this pitiful world back to where it belonged; the battle.