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 III
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"So you've confirmed it?"
"Yes, Ma'am. It's definitely her."
The camera zoomed in on the frantic woman foremost of the hostages.
The female rebel leader patted the operator's back. "Good work. Fate favors us yet again. Now find me her partner."
"Ma'am?"
"A little red-headed girl. I can't imagine her not being at her side."
"Oh, her daughter. Yes Ma'am, she went to the restroom alone a moment ago."
"What?!"
Scrolling back in the recordings, the operator replayed the segment of the girl escaping her mother. "This was about ten minutes ago, Ma'am."
He flinched as she snatched the controls from him and zoomed in on the face. Her own became a twisted snarl. "You Imbecile! The Leader of the Preventers Doesn't Have A Daughter!"
He began to respond but was cut off as she roared into the radio to the hostage guards' channel. "Four Of You! Highest Alert! Long Brunette Haired Crying Woman. Front Center Sitting. Use Any Necessary Force. Detain And Bring Preventer Une To Me IMMEDIATELY!!"
The operator frantically searched the tapes of the girl's actions for any indication of the danger. "Ma'am, I don't understand. She's been in the bathroom no more than eleven min-"
Abruptly, the hostage area monitor turned to static.
The leader calmed herself and smiled in cold admiration. "Clever girl."
Setting down his headset, the operator looked up at her mystified. "Ma'am. How could a little girl ha-"
A second monitor turned to static, erasing the image of the lower hall.
The leader looked down on the operator's befuddled expression with contempt. "How what? ... How she, Mariemaia Khushrenada, daughter of Treize Khushrenada, the commander just one year ago of one of the greatest mobile suit armies in history, managed to disable a security camera while you were on the watch? I haven't a clue. It's such a complex achievement for a prodigal genius and near world dominator. Did you help her?"
He almost cheered when a distraction cleared him of the questionable duty of answering the sardonic question. A third monitor went out further down one of the sublevel's wings. "Ma'am, I know where she's headed?"
Narrowly she eyed the sudden Nobel Prize Winner in Criminology. "Yes?"
Hurriedly flipping through blueprints of the castle, he brought up the sub level wing and highlighted the path. "That's the maintenance wing, Ma'am. She's intending to cut the power. But.. I don't know how she's disabling the cameras before she's in view. She must have a microwave device."
The leader groaned and practically kicked open the door. "You took lessons, didn't you." To the assembled guards around the control room and just outside it, she shouted her orders.
"Gentlemen, we have a saboteur. She's infiltrated the ventilation and wire ducting and is cutting the wires to the cameras overlooking the path from the hostage room down to maintenance. There are only two cameras-"
"One, Ma'am."
The pause reminded him how muteness is often a blessing.
"ONE more camera before the path is cleared. Unless she's found tools, even working in the open, she won't be able to take down this wing's power alone. Find her and stop her. GO!"
She turned from the departing rebels just in time to see the electrical room's camera go dead. Tightening her fist, words seethed between her grinding teeth. "If she takes you offline before they reach her, and you suddenly find yourself even LESS useful than you are now, secure the room and join the others guarding the hostages."
With that she left, slamming the door behind her, and heading to meet the hostage.
Finally he was able to exhale.
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Unaware of the full situation, the hostage room was quiet. The busty blonde had spilt her first attempt at a drink and bent to wipe it up, but once one of the rebels had taken position with his gun raised at her chest, she left the rest of the spill and returned to her task. As she prepared the beverage with trained formality, the guard's radio piece screeched with a female's yelled orders.
The moment the nearest rebel looked away to watch four comrades encircle the troubled brunette, Dorothy made her move.
With feral grace and a sadistic determination, she placed the champagne soaked napkin where the cork had been, tipped the lip of the bottle into an elegant candle's flame, and sent the bottle sailing high over the rebel's turned head.
"UNE, NOW!"
The nearest rebel had perceived the quick action and turned his attention back only to receive a face-full of stinging vodka to the eyes.
True to training, the two guards facing Anne never let her out of their sight, letting the two guards behind her eye the commotion. Too late to counter, they watched as she kicked back in her chair and grabbed the machine guns to either side of her head by the muzzles. With an unexpected strength she yanked the weapons forward crossing their aim in front of her. In the fear of losing their weapons, both rebels' hands tightened and the weapons went off.
Sparks flew as the forward guards' weapons were shot from their hands. They stumbled back and watched in falling slow motion as their comrades desperately yanked back trying to rest their weapons from the woman's grip. Surprising them yet again, she tipped her chair back and used the added momentum to leap skyward off of it. Pivoting from her shoulders, her lithe body arced over towards them sending two spread knees crashing into their faces.
Rolling to a crouch even as their bodies hit the floor, she deftly flipped the machineguns from their grips and leveled one with each hand at the stunned forward guards.
Behind the two, though, stood a line of rebels all leveling their weapons at her.
And that is when they heard a tink of glass as the Molotov cocktail struck the wall behind them.
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to be continued
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Preventer 5 II
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Chapter III
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"So you've confirmed it?"
"Yes, Ma'am. It's definitely her."
The camera zoomed in on the frantic woman foremost of the hostages.
The female rebel leader patted the operator's back. "Good work. Fate favors us yet again. Now find me her partner."
"Ma'am?"
"A little red-headed girl. I can't imagine her not being at her side."
"Oh, her daughter. Yes Ma'am, she went to the restroom alone a moment ago."
"What?!"
Scrolling back in the recordings, the operator replayed the segment of the girl escaping her mother. "This was about ten minutes ago, Ma'am."
He flinched as she snatched the controls from him and zoomed in on the face. Her own became a twisted snarl. "You Imbecile! The Leader of the Preventers Doesn't Have A Daughter!"
He began to respond but was cut off as she roared into the radio to the hostage guards' channel. "Four Of You! Highest Alert! Long Brunette Haired Crying Woman. Front Center Sitting. Use Any Necessary Force. Detain And Bring Preventer Une To Me IMMEDIATELY!!"
The operator frantically searched the tapes of the girl's actions for any indication of the danger. "Ma'am, I don't understand. She's been in the bathroom no more than eleven min-"
Abruptly, the hostage area monitor turned to static.
The leader calmed herself and smiled in cold admiration. "Clever girl."
Setting down his headset, the operator looked up at her mystified. "Ma'am. How could a little girl ha-"
A second monitor turned to static, erasing the image of the lower hall.
The leader looked down on the operator's befuddled expression with contempt. "How what? ... How she, Mariemaia Khushrenada, daughter of Treize Khushrenada, the commander just one year ago of one of the greatest mobile suit armies in history, managed to disable a security camera while you were on the watch? I haven't a clue. It's such a complex achievement for a prodigal genius and near world dominator. Did you help her?"
He almost cheered when a distraction cleared him of the questionable duty of answering the sardonic question. A third monitor went out further down one of the sublevel's wings. "Ma'am, I know where she's headed?"
Narrowly she eyed the sudden Nobel Prize Winner in Criminology. "Yes?"
Hurriedly flipping through blueprints of the castle, he brought up the sub level wing and highlighted the path. "That's the maintenance wing, Ma'am. She's intending to cut the power. But.. I don't know how she's disabling the cameras before she's in view. She must have a microwave device."
The leader groaned and practically kicked open the door. "You took lessons, didn't you." To the assembled guards around the control room and just outside it, she shouted her orders.
"Gentlemen, we have a saboteur. She's infiltrated the ventilation and wire ducting and is cutting the wires to the cameras overlooking the path from the hostage room down to maintenance. There are only two cameras-"
"One, Ma'am."
The pause reminded him how muteness is often a blessing.
"ONE more camera before the path is cleared. Unless she's found tools, even working in the open, she won't be able to take down this wing's power alone. Find her and stop her. GO!"
She turned from the departing rebels just in time to see the electrical room's camera go dead. Tightening her fist, words seethed between her grinding teeth. "If she takes you offline before they reach her, and you suddenly find yourself even LESS useful than you are now, secure the room and join the others guarding the hostages."
With that she left, slamming the door behind her, and heading to meet the hostage.
Finally he was able to exhale.
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Unaware of the full situation, the hostage room was quiet. The busty blonde had spilt her first attempt at a drink and bent to wipe it up, but once one of the rebels had taken position with his gun raised at her chest, she left the rest of the spill and returned to her task. As she prepared the beverage with trained formality, the guard's radio piece screeched with a female's yelled orders.
The moment the nearest rebel looked away to watch four comrades encircle the troubled brunette, Dorothy made her move.
With feral grace and a sadistic determination, she placed the champagne soaked napkin where the cork had been, tipped the lip of the bottle into an elegant candle's flame, and sent the bottle sailing high over the rebel's turned head.
"UNE, NOW!"
The nearest rebel had perceived the quick action and turned his attention back only to receive a face-full of stinging vodka to the eyes.
True to training, the two guards facing Anne never let her out of their sight, letting the two guards behind her eye the commotion. Too late to counter, they watched as she kicked back in her chair and grabbed the machine guns to either side of her head by the muzzles. With an unexpected strength she yanked the weapons forward crossing their aim in front of her. In the fear of losing their weapons, both rebels' hands tightened and the weapons went off.
Sparks flew as the forward guards' weapons were shot from their hands. They stumbled back and watched in falling slow motion as their comrades desperately yanked back trying to rest their weapons from the woman's grip. Surprising them yet again, she tipped her chair back and used the added momentum to leap skyward off of it. Pivoting from her shoulders, her lithe body arced over towards them sending two spread knees crashing into their faces.
Rolling to a crouch even as their bodies hit the floor, she deftly flipped the machineguns from their grips and leveled one with each hand at the stunned forward guards.
Behind the two, though, stood a line of rebels all leveling their weapons at her.
And that is when they heard a tink of glass as the Molotov cocktail struck the wall behind them.
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to be continued
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