Welcome to Gundam Fury, a story with passion, action, confusion and maybe a little insanity (what great story would be without it?) So sit back and enjoy! This is my first story so be nice to me and review at the end of each chapter!

Disclaimer: If I said I owned Gundam wing would you believe me? No so don't sue, I'm only borrowing them (and not giving them back! BWAHAHAA! pouts as she puts them back)

Gundam Fury

Prologue

It was AC 198, exactly two years after Marimaia Kushrenada had launched her attempt at world domination, and Wufei Chang was sitting in his office doing his daily check with his partner Sally Po. Wufei was a 'Preventor', one of the leading members in a secret organization employed by the world government specifically to 'prevent' any future conflicts. Ever since he joined the preventors Wufei had never found any real risks, but then, he was very good at his job.

" Nothing, nothing, pathetic, nothing…"

Wufei narrowed his eyes a little at Sally then flicked them back to his computer screen. To say that he found his colleagues habit of commenting on the private emails she was reading a little annoying would have been an understatement, but Wufei would never have dreamed of mentioning his thoughts out loud. Not to spare Sally's feelings of course but because he would have privately considered it a waste of breath. Suddenly his computer bleeped and a little sign flashed in the corner of his screen. Wufei openly frowned at that. An email? To him? No-one ever sent him emails, mostly because very few people knew he existed let alone knew his email address.

" So who's calling you?" asked Sally, leaning over his shoulder. Ignoring his scowl she clicked on the sign. Immediately a beaming blond face filled the screen. Wufei's eyebrows shot way up, and then settled back into his usual frown. Oh Gooooddddd…

" Wufei!! Hi!!! How are you?" Quatre Raberba Winner stared back at a more than disgruntled Wufei with a wide grin. " I'm organizing a reunion for all of us, and I wondered if you would like to come. Duo's already coming, and Trowa is sure to, the only ones I need to hear from now is you and Heero. Reply soon!"

The message box closed back down. Well, well Wufei thought, a reunion? For what purpose exactly? He could understand the others getting together but why include him? He had never been that friendly with the others and he knew himself that he wasn't the world's greatest conversationist. So what on earth for?

" So you going?" asked Sally beside him, with more enthusiasm than Wufei could muster in a year.

" I assume you're joking." Wufei said flatly, returning to his typing.

" Why should I be?" Sally demanded, standing with her hands on hips, lips pursed. "For goodness sake Wufei they're your friends!" Your only friends she thought to herself.

" I don't have friends."

Sally jerked back, stung. Biting her lip she went quietly back to her desk. Wufei watched her stiff back and rolled his onyx eyes. Women always took everything so personally, no wonder they were the weaker sex. He quickly went back into his old routine, glancing over emails for anything suspicious then moving on, until, suddenly one caught his eye. As he studied its contents a single thought ran through his mind – there might be time for that reunion after all…

Meanwhile far, far away, there was a dark hotel room, lit only by the glow of a computer screen. Most of the eerie glow fell upon a single girl, her entire face turned green by the light. Her fingers danced in a blur over the keyboard, as fast as thought itself. The light also highlighted a thread hanging in midair, connected to the computer, and to the girls left temple. Her eyes were glazed as she typed; there was nothing behind them one was sure.

Behind the girl stood three figures, one very tall with her arms crossed, one short and eager, the other between them in height, waiting patiently. The tall one spoke first.

"Do you think we'll have any trouble? The target is, unique to say the least." Her voice was low and dark, dripping with both sarcasm and curiosity.

" Perhaps." replied the middle one. This voice was steady, soft and cool, every syllable picked, considered and judged to be worthy of speech. "But then it's not really the target that I'm worried about"

"Then what are you worried about?" chirruped the smallest girl, her voice high and playful, almost on the point of song.

" She's worried about finding the target in the first place." interrupted the girl at the computer. The thread fell to the floor as life returned to her eyes. She blinked a few times and then turned to face the others adding in a strong, clear tone "But I think I can help with that" She promptly handed the middle one a printout, a smug smile spreading across her lips. The girl carefully took it from her and scanned it quickly, the other two reading over her shoulders. A smile formed on each of their faces.

"Well then," she commented straightening up "let it begin."

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