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Gundam Wing: A New Threat
By: timaru2003 (Revised by HeeroYuy1995, a.k.a. Matt-chan)
Chapter 6
Catalonia Mansion – Outside Hamburg, Germany
"Let's go over the mission one final time," Q said. "Tim will be escorting Miss Catalonia to this party that is being hosted by a computer firm that we believe is providing intelligence to Osama and his allies. No doubt that when they realize just who Tim is, their sure to keep a close eye on him, allowing Heero, Matt and Trowa the chance to slip in unnoticed and do some investigating. We have put out that the other Gundam Pilots are on missions elsewhere so no one should suspect anything, and if anything goes down you have your PPK but I suggest that discretion is the better part of valor so you should just escape."
Tim asked as he finished adjusting his tux, "So, do I get a cover name?"
"Why, yes you do; it's going to be James Bond, no relation," said Q.
"Right, and I suppose I also get a tricked out car as well?" said Tim in a sarcastic tone.
"That is also correct. I took the liberty of converting your Viper into quite the arsenal, if I do say so myself. It has been equipped with the latest in weapons and gadgets: M-60 machine guns mounted in the nose, Target seeking shotguns, AT-6 Swatter missiles mounted in the doors, mine dispenser, M-167 7.62mm Chain Gattling located in the rear and is controlled by your sunglasses, which double as Night and adverse weather optical systems and a full suit of ECMs and diversionary devices," Q explained with a smug look on his face.
Before anything else could be said, a Butler came and announced that it was nearing time for their departure.
As Tim walked out the door, Q handed him his watch, PPK and gave him his final instructions. He said, "After we gather the data we need, I suggest that you and Miss Catalonia vacate the area because we are blowing the mainframes sky high, so you'll have about 10 minuets after we contact you with our update to leave, if worse comes to worse, the Alpha is at a abandoned airfield a few miles away from the party, but it will be about 20 minutes before any support can arrive to assist you, so use extreme caution."
With this knowledge, Tim walked down the hall and into the foyer, where he was to meet his 'date'.
When she came down the stairs, only one word could describe her: drop dead gorgeous.
While Tim was doing his best to keep his chin somewhere above his neck, Dorothy was appraising her escort for the evening, and was faintly surprised at who was escorting her. While not the most attractive person in the Earth Sphere, he had a quality that all of the men her mother had convinced her to at least date once didn't have, he actually convinced her he was sincere, and not just another money grubbing suitor looking for her inheritance.
While this mental appraisal of both parties continued for a few more moments, Tim walked to the stairs and presented Dorothy with a white rose he had picked out.
Dorothy sniffed it then held out her hand to Tim, he then took it and with a small bow, kissed her hand.
"I don't believe we have been formally introduced; my name is Timothy Kurt Rau," said Tim.
"And my name is Dorothy Catalonia, it is a pleasure to meet you," she replied.
Somewhere – Downtown Hamburg, Germany
Leaving the mansion behind, the pair arrived at the party and went inside. Almost immediately, Tim cold tell something was wrong, it wasn't the fact that after he stepped inside security was immediately beefed up; it was something more elusive.
Scanning the room, he saw that most of the occupants were younger people, like him and Dorothy. The first to greet them was the organizer of the party, a Mr. Sherlock Fenwick, a German fellow who had made a killing in the area of organic computers and was the prime suspect in the Preventers' investigation.
"Ah Dorothy, so good to see you, haven't seen you since Romefeller," Mr. Fenwick exclaimed.
"Yes it has been a long time," she replied.
"And just who might this gentlemen be?" said Fenwick, referring to Tim.
"My name is Bond, James Bond. No relation," Tim replied frankly.
"Ok, well have yourselves a good time, and maybe later I can introduce you to our guests of honor," said Fenwick as he walked away to greet more guests.
"Guests of honor, with what the Preventers have on him, I definitely don't like the sound of that," remarked Tim.
"I'm not feeling that either," Dorothy agreed.
In a ventilation shaft…
"Man, don't they ever clean these things?" thought Matt as he, Heero, and Trowa crawled through the dusty shafts.
At a predetermined junction they split in different directions, Trowa to monitor the security office, Heero to hack the mainframe, and Matt to check on Tim's progress. Both Heero and Trowa where armed with Heckler & Koch (H&K) MP5SD submachine guns and H&K Mark 23 pistols, both silenced, while Matt decided to keep his original weapons, a FAMAS with a rebuilt silenced barrel built by Dr. J to silence the weapon, as well as his twin Deagles. All of them carried weapons just in extreme cases, because you can never be too careful.
By the time he had crawled his way to a vent that could see into the ballroom, Heero reported that he was almost finished, and Trowa reported that nothing was changing, so Matt breathed a sigh of relief. As he watched, he saw Tim and Dorothy look like they were actually enjoying each others company, lightly laughing at one of Tim's small jokes, or dancing when one of Dorothy's favorite waltz's was played. Matt could see that the two of them made a pretty good pair, but felt his heart go cold ad he saw three people approaching them. One was the master of ceremonies, Fenwick, but the other two were the ones that had Matt quietly cursing, it was Treize and Osama.
Meanwhile, back at the party…
Tim, who was beginning to actually enjoy this assignment, found that Dorothy was actually pretty friendly once you got past her cold exterior, which Tim found unusually easy considering his bad luck with girls. They had just finished another waltz when Mr. Fenwick approached them.
"Hello again, I just stopped by to introduce you to my guests of honor." Fenwick said.
As Tim turned, he was horrified at coming face-to-face with the two most powerful enemies that anyone could face. All he could do to keep himself from pulling his PPK and putting them both down was to take Treize hand in a firm handshake.
"If I'm not mistaken, you're dead," Tim said to Treize.
"Reports of my demise have been… inaccurate," Treize replied.
"You must be Osama Bin Laden, the great jihad leader," Tim spoke to Osama.
Osama was a bit surprised. He said, "Yes I am… and you are?"
"My name is Bond, James Bond," Tim's replied suavely. Then he felt his cell phone vibrate.
"Well perhaps later we can get together and get to know each other a little better," said Fenwick, as he led Treize and Osama away.
As soon as they were out of earshot, he pulled out his cell and brought it to his ear.
"That was way to close man… you have 10 minutes to get your asses out of there," said Matt, on the other end.
"Roger that, extracting now," Tim replied seriously.
Back in the shaft…
Seeing Tim and Dorothy begin to move towards the doors, Matt abandoned his perch and moved to their exit. He, Trowa, and Heero quickly escaped and left the area. As they were passing behind some guards, he overheard them receive orders to detain Tim and Dorothy. He put two and two together and whipped out his phone, hoping it wasn't too late.
Seconds earlier…
As he watched Dorothy and Tim walk out the door into the night, Treize was troubled by the fact that his gut was telling him that he had met Mr. Bond before.
"Osama, didn't it seem strange that someone we've never met new so much about us?" asked Treize.
"Yes, it is strange that…" he stopped, thought about it, and turned to Treize, "wait a minute… I just realized who that was; that was the American Tim Rau!"
He then turned to Fenwick, "You must have Mr. Bond and Miss Catalonia detained, they may be spies!"
"What? At once sir!" Fenwick replied.
Outside…
Tim and Dorothy had just begun to head up the drive when Tim's cell began to ring; he brought it up on the interior communications and was surprise by Matt's strained voice.
"Tim, your cover has been blown, you gotta get out of there," Matt said in a hurried voice.
As if to emphasize his point, bullets began to ping of the bullet proofed exterior of the car as Tim accelerated towards the gate, which was shutting rapidly. Thinking quickly, Tim reached over and brought up his offensive systems panel and selected 2 of his 6 AT-6 swatters and aimed the reticule at the gate. Launching them, he had the satisfaction of seeing the gate disappear as they sped off into the night, heading for the airfield.
His radar began to beep for his attention as they pulled up to a desolate hangar.
The radar showed two objects heading his way and he figured from their speed and altitude they were Aries. Pulling Dorothy inside the hangar, he pulled out a remote for the car sending it on a one way trip to distract the incoming suits.
"Here, put this on," shouted Tim as he threw a small bundle that contained a flight suit and helmet to Dorothy. He ducked behind a stack of crates and stripped off his clothes and threw his own suit on. The suits were modeled after a fighter pilots suit and the helmet, instead of the full mask that most used, was the old style removable that modern fighter jock in our world use.
With his boots on he ran to the Alpha, and pulled away the tarp that had been covering it and gave it a quick inspection. Seeing everything was in order, he climbed up to the cockpit and opened the canopy over the tandem seats. Normally the Alpha was a single seat aircraft, but Tim had Q create removable nose sections with both single and dual seats just for this type of occasion.
Hearing a noise behind him, he turned and found that Dorothy had gotten into her suit and was waiting patently for hem to help her get aboard. He reached down and pulled her onto the wing and said, "You know, you look better in that suit than you did in that dress." as he helped her get strapped in. All she did during that time was blush. He then jumped into the front seat and began to power up his half Gundam just as a distant explosion rocked the hangar.
"Fuck, there goes the Viper; Q is just going to love me," Tim mused as he brought the engines online and taxied to the strip. As he began the takeoff roll, his radar indicated the Aries had spotted them and were coming down the same runway he was on. Tim selected his missiles and depressed the firing stud. Above and behind the canopy, the missile banks spat forth 4 flaming arrows that impacted the Aries downing them as the Alpha soared overhead and far away.
Dorothy got on the intercom and said, "On our next date, can we try something a little less dangerous?"
Tim chuckled as he spotted Wing Zero, Heavyarms and Shining Bird Wing pulled into formation with him.
"What's a matter, party to boring for you?" Matt said, amused.
Nah, they just ran out of a snack, that's all," Tim gave an equally amused reply. "Did you get everything?"
"That and more, although it'll take weeks to process all the data I can tell that something big is about to go down in a big way," Heero replied.
As they began to take the course that would return them to Myth Island, Tim got on the intercom and said to Dorothy, "About that next date…"