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Gundam Wing: A New Threat
By: timaru2003 (Revised by HeeroYuy1995, a.k.a. Matt-chan)
Chapter 10
Myth Island – Fuji Islands region, Pacific Ocean
'Well, that was fun while it lasted,' silently remarked a crestfallen Tim. It had been a week since the rescue of the team's parents and today was the day that they returned home. 'Home…I have no home,' he continued to think.
The week had been a tearful one; each pilot had taken their parents aside and explained the whole situation in there own way. Tim's situation, however, was a bit more difficult to explain. After all, he was considered dead and gone back in the pilots own dimension. But he lived through it and his parents were just relived that he was Okay. But now it was time to go home. One by one each pilot had taken the parents and escorted them to the "departure room" where they first arrived and saw them safely returned. As for the memories, each pilot had taken the task the night before to slip some meds into each of their parent's food, meds that would take effect once they returned home, removing any trace of their adventures, and replacing them with new memories.
After Tim's parents had been transported, after a small good-bye, Tim went out and walked to a small bluff that over looked the sea. He went there to think and to sometimes dream about what was to become of him. His quiet was disturbed as Matt walked up.
"Well, that went well," remarked Matt.
"I've seen worse," answered Tim, "…far, far, worse."
"How could this have been better?" asked Matt.
"We could have told them about Relena and you," Tim snickered back.
"Oh…and what about you and Dorothy? I seem to recall that you didn't come back until the day AFTER your last date with her," Matt said, "…or that she is also an ex-nut case."
"Hey, I told you guys that I had to make a stop over at Boeing to see if I could get some Hellfire Missiles for the new Viper that Q is putting together. And besides," Tim smirked, "birds of a feather flock together."
"I didn't know cuckoo's flocked," Matt responded.
"Ha ha, very funny," Tim retorted, but before he could return the shot, Matt's i730 Nextel cell phone began to ring.
"Hello, this is Miranda speaking…uh-huh…uh-huh…alright…we'll get on it," Matt talked. Then put the phone away, and turned back to Tim.
"Hey Romeo, it looks like were back in business. The Preventers think that they have tracked down Osama," he said to him.
Tim just turned and said, "It's about damn time; I really have an itch to kick his ass."
Matt just smiled and replied, "Well take a number and get in line…it's a long one," as he flipped open his cell phone and started to gather the team together.
Later, in a conference room…
"Now that everyone has arrived, this briefing will now commence," said Col. Une via video conference from the Preventers HQ in Brussels, Belgium.
J stood up and started talking. "Well it appears that our hour has come. We have traced Osama to the Tora Bora region of Afghanistan, and have serious intel that suggests that his main base of operations is located there," he said.
Q then stood and said, "I can see that the confusion on some of your faces as to why he would choose this particular country as the site of his main base, but you must understand that your histories and ours are similar in some areas and different in ours. The entire area, including India, Pakistan and Afghanistan, was never controlled by the Alliance or OZ, and even though the country was controlled by the Taliban, the country was liberated for different reasons in the past era. Afghanistan actually is the most powerful nation in the area and happens to have a peaceful Muslim government that has more in common with the United States in government than any country in the world today."
J then stood back up. "The area we are interested in is an area that was mined heavily during the begging phases of the construction of the colonies. Osama has quietly turned the area into quite the fortress. Besides the bases own defenses, you will have to tangle with several Leo, and Aries suits along with the usual mix of Scorpio and some Serpent suits as well. However, the biggest threat is that the Preventers believe that Osama may have WMD's stored at the site, if you locate any, destroy them," he went on.
Col. Une then said, "Because of situations elsewhere, you Gundam pilots are the only force that can currently deal with this mission. You will be split into two teams; Alpha team will consist of the AGT, with the exception of Mr. Rau. Bravo team will consist of the OGT, with the exception of Mr. Winner who is away on business with Ms. Relena and Ms. Catalonia during a Goodwill tour of the outer colonies. Mr. Rau or Specter will take his place and provide Close Air Support {CAS} should the need arise. What has me worried is that neither Osama or Treize's Gundams have been sited at the location so use extra caution and be ready to react if this turns out to be a ploy," she explained.
J then again took the floor: "Besides eliminating the base, we also need you to see if you can locate any more information on Osama's Dimensional gateway technology. The information that we have recovered and analyzed reveals he has four possible types: The armbands that allow for what seems to be site to site movement, A larger system that is similar to ours in operation that allows for the movement of large groups of personnel, A even larger version that allows for oversize object, like Mobile Suits to move between dimensions, such as the Dark Gundam, And finally a version that is a ship that appears to be designed along the lines of the Libra Battleship, except instead of a large beam cannon, it uses a system to open a gate and allow objects through, this unit however, has the smallest amount of data associated to it and we believe it is only in the planning stages…we hope," he finished.
And with that said, the meeting was over.
"So all we have to do is this? Jeez we'll be home by dinner time," Jason remarked.
"Yeah, I have to agree, but something in my head is screaming that something just isn't kosher about this setup," Tim observed.
"Too bad Quatre's goin' to miss the fireworks," Duo yawned, who appeared to have slept through the entire meeting.
"Oh well…we have a mission and it's our duty to complete it…Gundam pilots, lets kick some," said Matt as he rose from his chair, signaling that the mission had commenced.