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Gundam Wing: A New Threat
By: timaru2003 (Revised by HeeroYuy1995, a.k.a. Matt-chan)
Chapter 17: Party Knight
The Rhythm Factory – LondonEngland
Tim was sitting at a table near the rear entrance of the club with a glass of what he hoped was clean water, watching, waiting.
'Of all the places to meet a contact,' he thought to himself.
He had been sitting there watching people dance, drink, and do what ever else they wanted to do.
"How in the hell did I get into this mess…I really don't know," he whispered to no one.
Three days earlier…
He had heard voices in the foyer announcing the arrival of the AGT and had gone down to meet them. When he got to the living area where Dorothy had taken them to wait, he noticed that Matt and his sister Cassandra were not in attendance. This did not sit well with him, not one cotton picking minute. He sensed the tension coming from Relena and it seemed to center on Matthew when he asked her where he was, but the answer came from Col. Une and not Relena.
"He is on a classified mission and his sister is currently on vacation," she said. Yup, Col. Une was in one of her moods again, and she seemed to be aiming it at Tim. "Miranda's mission is unable to be disclosed at this time and to present company."
'Present company?' Tim had to think. 'I'm in for it now.'
As the conversations began to shift towards what was the next set of operations, Col. Une held up her had.
"At this moment I have to ask Mr. Rau to leave the room if anything operational is to be discussed due to his security clearances being currently revoked."
"Huh?" was the startled reply from everyone else in the room. However it was Dorothy that seemed to break the silence that had descended after this latest surprise was sprang.
"A good reason for this had better be at the bottom of this," Dorothy told Une.
"Due to the recent situation with the infiltrator and Mr. Rau's recent activities, I have no other choice to also ask for your weapons and Gear, including the Spectersuit, to be turned over to Preventers special operations immediately. I'm sorry; it's out of my hands," she said.
A couple of days later she had called him into her office and explained that the Preventers oversight committee had decided to can him and she could do nothing about it. Of course, she did not want this, so she was fighting it tooth and nail. However she had a problem, the entire Gundam Team had been assigned to a Top-Secret mission, leaving no one for a mission that had fallen into her lap.
Back to the present…
That's where Tim came in. He had to locate a Prison/Research facility that was not even supposed to exist. He had done his research and in a short time had located someone that was supposed to have info on this facility. The facility was nicknamed 'Butcher Bay' and was located in the middle of the Antarctic mountains. It was supposedly used by OZ as a prison for people that were to dangerous to have about and too valuable to kill, people such as politicians and publishers…people that were not violently against OZ, but were seen as a threat. It was also used as a Research and Development facility that designed and tested new technologies for the use in Mobile Suits and other weapons. It was supposed to also been used as a biological weapons lab.
His mission was to basically locate and destroy the facility, if it even existed. That was what the informant was meeting him for. The informant was going to take him to the base. He hoped. Of course, this was an unofficial mission, so if he screwed to pooch, his ass was in the fire.
He had his watch, PPK and his light saber, but that was it. He wished he had more, but that was it.
The dancing was starting to wind down as the night wore on and the informant still hadn't shown up yet. That was starting to aggravate Tim, he hated staying in one place for to long. He noticed several Preventers types walk in the door of the club.
'The jig is up,'Tim thought, remembering that his mission was not cleared through the council and that he was on several shit lists right now. A fight he couldn't afford at that moment, so he quietly slipped out the back door unnoticed thanks to his Jedi skills.
Of course the alley he had sneaked into wasn't empty as he had hoped. There were six teenagers waiting for him.
One girl was short had green eyes, purple hair, she was wearing a white shirt that said troublemaker, she wore black jeans, and tennis shoes, and she looked like the leader of the group.
Next one on her left was a brown eyes and black hair around 5'6, she wore a shirt that said Princess and wore pink jeans. To the right of the leader was a red head girl with brown eyes that had shirt that said Daddy's Girl, and she wore green jeans. To the right of Daddy's girls was girl with blonde hair and green eyes and had a white shirt that said. "I have issues," and wearing blue jeans. The to the left of Princess was a man with a goatee brown hair, brown eyes looking at the girls as he winked at them he had a shirt that said God's Gift to Women, and finally a guy with brown hair with spikes and blue eyes who wore a shirt that said "Hot Stuff."
They were giving off very bad vibes, and he sensed a familiar presence, but couldn't recall what it was. Tim thought that he recognized the group from somewhere. Then he had it. They were the ones from the Olympics and the ones that had given the AGT such a hard time with the Dark Gundam and all. He was definitely in deep shit. He remembered the names from the files he had read on the whole incident: Dixie, Dana, Charlie, Alex, Triexe, and Mark. Even with his training and all, he was still outclassed, so he decided to try to talk his way out.
"What do you want?" Tim asked
"Well, you seem to have spent too much time looking for something that you shouldn't have, so we decided to give you what you wanted." The girl known as Dixie answered.
"Huh?" exclaimed Tim, just as he felt a sharp sting in the back of his neck. Then the world started to get dark.
As he hit the ground, he got a glimpse of who whacked him. It was Himself.
'Oh crap, not again,'Tim thought as the dark engulfed him.