Disclaimer: I do not own Mobile Suit Report: Gundam Wing, Episode Zero, Endless Waltz, or Preventer 5. This is merely a harmless fanfiction.
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Preventer 5 II
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Chapter II
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Releasing the activator on her earring comm, Anne sighed and looked to her fellow hostages.
A young red headed girl took her hand and pressed her cheek to her guardian's palm, "By you expression, I surmise the insurgence was ill-fated."
Smiling coldly, "At the very least, amazingly ill-conceived." Leaning down, she kissed the girl's forehead, then straightened and gazed towards the voluptuous blonde behind her. "You look pleased, Ms. Catalonia, very feral. You're rather enjoying this, aren't you?"
Dorothy's wicked half smile parted to quietly respond, "Quite. Every passing moment, the rebels sink more deeply into smug assuredness that there is nothing to fear. They truly feel she is the only one still clinging to hope. I'm waiting to see who constructs a lesson to teach them about their foolishness first."
Anne strokes Mariemaia's hair and nodded, the delicate facade melting to a cold hardness. "Your chance is nearing rapidly. Preventer Po has explained to me the cause and results of the commotion earlier. It seems Chang enlisted Winner to devise the perfect plan utilizing the five in a perfectly arranged yarn of heroism."
Mariemaia looked between the two, "What of the others? I don't understand the derision in your voice, Ms. Anne. I thought Mr. Winner was quite the tactician."
Dorothy smiled and strokes Maia's hair, "Indeed he is, Maia. However, megacorporations and armadas use very different tactics than small insurgences. Of the five, only Heero, Duo, and Trowa grew up in environments where stealth and simplicity held value. For the purposes of removing a score of well armed soldiers with five expert ones, leaving Wufei and Quatre in charge is tantamount to firing Pagan and handing all catering duties to Ms. Bloom. One's best, however commendable, is not always the desired result. And by Ms. Anne's expression," raising her gaze to Une's, "I feel the result of this insurgence was quite undesirable, yes?"
Anne rubbed her temple while condensing the keystone cops' antics into a clear summary. "Trowa tried to infiltrate the camera control room to loop the feeds. Wufei and Sally brought ransom. Duo posed as a rebel and staged killing Sally to cause enough unrest for Wufei to slip away to the basement shelter. Quatre intended to sneak through the pool basement into the shelter by some path that apparently wasn't good enough for Wufei. There the two were going to wait till Heero piloted a mockup of Wing Zero into position and scare the rebels into hiding at which time the two would secure the rebels in the shelter and artfully escape and save us while someone no one apparently assigned did something to keep the nuclear bomb from detonating. Then once the rebels were secured, they could search for the hostages Duo had been sent to join for no particular reason."
After a long pause, Maia looked up at Dorothy. "How much does Quatre make a month, again?"
Dorothy looked down to her and grinned. "Oh, My favorite part is when the rebels in the control room realize something's amiss by hearing their comrades talk to the ransom carriers who mysteriously don't appear on camera." Looking to Une with the same manic chipperness, "So what was yours, Anne?"
"The part where they leave Sally dead on the entryway floor within radio signal range," she said while smirking evilly and tapping her earring. "At least someone is earning her paycheck. As it stands, and please do not ask me to elaborate any of these, Trowa and Duo are tied up in one of the armored vehicles near the entrance. Quatre is presumably being held captive by an unknown number of rebels residing in the pool basement. Wufei is trapped in the entry lock to the basement shelter. Sally is playing dead on a floor surrounded by rebels, and Heero is trapped in a deadweight mock mobile suit in the pool. All we know of the rebels is that they are led by female who apparently didn't consult with Quatre about how to fail properly."
"Pity," Mariemaia sighed. "I'll need at least 15 minutes to secure the control room."
Une nodded to Dorothy, "If you can create a diversion, I'll get Relena out. Stay with the hostages till reinforcements arrive."
With a nod of agreement, Mariemaia looked over the guards and shook her head. "This is so demeaning."
Dorothy smiled apologetically, "We won't tell, I promise."
Maia nodded and sighed, then inhaled deeply.
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"MOMMY! I GOTTA GO!!"
"Hunny, please, this isn't a good time. Can't you hold it a little longer?"
"NO, MOMMY!"
Flustered and blanched with panic, a beautiful brunette stepped from the crowd of hostages with a screaming child yanking at her dress. The two nearest guards shifted stances defensively waving their weapons ominously towards the two.
"That's far enough, Lady," one said.
Frantic and trembling, the woman knelt and held the girls shoulders. "Please, Sir. It's been hours now. She's been a very good girl. Please let me take her to the restroom."
"I Gotta Go, Mister!! Lemme go, Mommy, Please?! I Gotta Go!"
The two nearest guards looked at one another, then glanced back narrowly. "She's a big girl. She can go alone. You stay." The rebels parted and stepped back allowing a path for the girl to enter the adjacent restroom.
"No! Don't Go In There Without Mommy!" They laughed as the woman resisted only to lose grip of the nimble child who struggled free and headed quickly through the swinging door.
"What's the matter, Lady? We foil your little plan to get out of the line? Aww, I'm crushed." The guard shoved her shoulder sending her several steps back where she fell against a worried Blonde woman who took her by the shoulders and spoke softly to calm and console her.
One rebel stood by the bathroom door, weapon ready, and wrist raised to keep a steady eye on his watch.
Another called to him, "Just go in. She's only a kid."
"HOW DARE YOU!"
Guns leveled at Relena as she left an elderly couple and came to stand defiantly facing the one who'd spoken. "You are a rebel assembly intent on a dismemberment of our current pacifist means of governing the people of this world. Your agenda is a political threat of unleashing massive death and destruction unless given the means and financial backing to create even more of the same. We as hostages have given you every courtesy of remaining compliant and calm through this event. There is no reason, on any level of skepticism or doubt, to add personal humiliation to this discourse by invading the priva-Aah!"
Despite the trickle of blood beginning its path down her cheek where the ringed, backhanded slap had struck her, Relena returned her gaze to the guard and remained steadily glaring at him ignoring his spoken retorts.
Anne's eyes widened at the sight. It took her a moment to add the acted out panic of a supposed mother parted from her daughter now witnessing violence. But when she hid her gaze from the guards by returning it to Dorothy, she faltered again.
Dorothy had changed. She hadn't actually seen the event, but that was clearly irrelevant. Anne watched a fire spread in the woman's eyes that would not be quenched by mere words. It was a rage Anne knew well, and the mere remembrance made her shiver. Without a word, Dorothy straightened, and with a slow deliberate grace began walking towards the beverages.
"Where do you think you're going, Lady?"
Continuing her steady pace, she looked to the side at the guard. "To get her a drink. Regardless the outcome, I presume we'll all be here for several more hours. I'm going to make her a drink to calm her nerves, unless you'd rather have nerveshot, panicking, crying hostages instead of docile, quiet ones. I'll serve drinks to the rest of you as well if you so desire, but she and the other distressed ones are first."
As the spread of catered foods and beverages were in plain sight of all, the guards stupidly failed to conjure any real need for objection.
This proved to be a costly mistake.
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to be continued
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Preventer 5 II
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Chapter II
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Releasing the activator on her earring comm, Anne sighed and looked to her fellow hostages.
A young red headed girl took her hand and pressed her cheek to her guardian's palm, "By you expression, I surmise the insurgence was ill-fated."
Smiling coldly, "At the very least, amazingly ill-conceived." Leaning down, she kissed the girl's forehead, then straightened and gazed towards the voluptuous blonde behind her. "You look pleased, Ms. Catalonia, very feral. You're rather enjoying this, aren't you?"
Dorothy's wicked half smile parted to quietly respond, "Quite. Every passing moment, the rebels sink more deeply into smug assuredness that there is nothing to fear. They truly feel she is the only one still clinging to hope. I'm waiting to see who constructs a lesson to teach them about their foolishness first."
Anne strokes Mariemaia's hair and nodded, the delicate facade melting to a cold hardness. "Your chance is nearing rapidly. Preventer Po has explained to me the cause and results of the commotion earlier. It seems Chang enlisted Winner to devise the perfect plan utilizing the five in a perfectly arranged yarn of heroism."
Mariemaia looked between the two, "What of the others? I don't understand the derision in your voice, Ms. Anne. I thought Mr. Winner was quite the tactician."
Dorothy smiled and strokes Maia's hair, "Indeed he is, Maia. However, megacorporations and armadas use very different tactics than small insurgences. Of the five, only Heero, Duo, and Trowa grew up in environments where stealth and simplicity held value. For the purposes of removing a score of well armed soldiers with five expert ones, leaving Wufei and Quatre in charge is tantamount to firing Pagan and handing all catering duties to Ms. Bloom. One's best, however commendable, is not always the desired result. And by Ms. Anne's expression," raising her gaze to Une's, "I feel the result of this insurgence was quite undesirable, yes?"
Anne rubbed her temple while condensing the keystone cops' antics into a clear summary. "Trowa tried to infiltrate the camera control room to loop the feeds. Wufei and Sally brought ransom. Duo posed as a rebel and staged killing Sally to cause enough unrest for Wufei to slip away to the basement shelter. Quatre intended to sneak through the pool basement into the shelter by some path that apparently wasn't good enough for Wufei. There the two were going to wait till Heero piloted a mockup of Wing Zero into position and scare the rebels into hiding at which time the two would secure the rebels in the shelter and artfully escape and save us while someone no one apparently assigned did something to keep the nuclear bomb from detonating. Then once the rebels were secured, they could search for the hostages Duo had been sent to join for no particular reason."
After a long pause, Maia looked up at Dorothy. "How much does Quatre make a month, again?"
Dorothy looked down to her and grinned. "Oh, My favorite part is when the rebels in the control room realize something's amiss by hearing their comrades talk to the ransom carriers who mysteriously don't appear on camera." Looking to Une with the same manic chipperness, "So what was yours, Anne?"
"The part where they leave Sally dead on the entryway floor within radio signal range," she said while smirking evilly and tapping her earring. "At least someone is earning her paycheck. As it stands, and please do not ask me to elaborate any of these, Trowa and Duo are tied up in one of the armored vehicles near the entrance. Quatre is presumably being held captive by an unknown number of rebels residing in the pool basement. Wufei is trapped in the entry lock to the basement shelter. Sally is playing dead on a floor surrounded by rebels, and Heero is trapped in a deadweight mock mobile suit in the pool. All we know of the rebels is that they are led by female who apparently didn't consult with Quatre about how to fail properly."
"Pity," Mariemaia sighed. "I'll need at least 15 minutes to secure the control room."
Une nodded to Dorothy, "If you can create a diversion, I'll get Relena out. Stay with the hostages till reinforcements arrive."
With a nod of agreement, Mariemaia looked over the guards and shook her head. "This is so demeaning."
Dorothy smiled apologetically, "We won't tell, I promise."
Maia nodded and sighed, then inhaled deeply.
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"MOMMY! I GOTTA GO!!"
"Hunny, please, this isn't a good time. Can't you hold it a little longer?"
"NO, MOMMY!"
Flustered and blanched with panic, a beautiful brunette stepped from the crowd of hostages with a screaming child yanking at her dress. The two nearest guards shifted stances defensively waving their weapons ominously towards the two.
"That's far enough, Lady," one said.
Frantic and trembling, the woman knelt and held the girls shoulders. "Please, Sir. It's been hours now. She's been a very good girl. Please let me take her to the restroom."
"I Gotta Go, Mister!! Lemme go, Mommy, Please?! I Gotta Go!"
The two nearest guards looked at one another, then glanced back narrowly. "She's a big girl. She can go alone. You stay." The rebels parted and stepped back allowing a path for the girl to enter the adjacent restroom.
"No! Don't Go In There Without Mommy!" They laughed as the woman resisted only to lose grip of the nimble child who struggled free and headed quickly through the swinging door.
"What's the matter, Lady? We foil your little plan to get out of the line? Aww, I'm crushed." The guard shoved her shoulder sending her several steps back where she fell against a worried Blonde woman who took her by the shoulders and spoke softly to calm and console her.
One rebel stood by the bathroom door, weapon ready, and wrist raised to keep a steady eye on his watch.
Another called to him, "Just go in. She's only a kid."
"HOW DARE YOU!"
Guns leveled at Relena as she left an elderly couple and came to stand defiantly facing the one who'd spoken. "You are a rebel assembly intent on a dismemberment of our current pacifist means of governing the people of this world. Your agenda is a political threat of unleashing massive death and destruction unless given the means and financial backing to create even more of the same. We as hostages have given you every courtesy of remaining compliant and calm through this event. There is no reason, on any level of skepticism or doubt, to add personal humiliation to this discourse by invading the priva-Aah!"
Despite the trickle of blood beginning its path down her cheek where the ringed, backhanded slap had struck her, Relena returned her gaze to the guard and remained steadily glaring at him ignoring his spoken retorts.
Anne's eyes widened at the sight. It took her a moment to add the acted out panic of a supposed mother parted from her daughter now witnessing violence. But when she hid her gaze from the guards by returning it to Dorothy, she faltered again.
Dorothy had changed. She hadn't actually seen the event, but that was clearly irrelevant. Anne watched a fire spread in the woman's eyes that would not be quenched by mere words. It was a rage Anne knew well, and the mere remembrance made her shiver. Without a word, Dorothy straightened, and with a slow deliberate grace began walking towards the beverages.
"Where do you think you're going, Lady?"
Continuing her steady pace, she looked to the side at the guard. "To get her a drink. Regardless the outcome, I presume we'll all be here for several more hours. I'm going to make her a drink to calm her nerves, unless you'd rather have nerveshot, panicking, crying hostages instead of docile, quiet ones. I'll serve drinks to the rest of you as well if you so desire, but she and the other distressed ones are first."
As the spread of catered foods and beverages were in plain sight of all, the guards stupidly failed to conjure any real need for objection.
This proved to be a costly mistake.
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to be continued
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