Author's Note: With the tone set by the last chapter, I continue it in this one. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Warning: can't think of anything

The Conspirators

Life was great.

At least they were to one Theodore Grant.

At one time, he had thought that his political life would be drab, unmentionable in the history books, doomed to be forgotten like so many others before him. He was one of the newer, younger politicians that had entered the arena, determined to change the world and he couldn't bear to think that he would just be a part of the faceless masses that played a role in shaping future and yet remain anonymous. But now, he had found a way to secure himself in history.

It had been genius. Audacious no doubt, but so much cunning and planning went into such a scheme that he couldn't be anymore prouder. Everything had worked perfectly. Absolutely, down to the last detail.

It made him feel giddy. Add to the fact that he had just left a convened meeting of the government representatives in which he not only excelled in but had managed to secure even more allies to his side. And yet that Peacecraft girl and her stanch beliefs in Pacifism were really starting to get on his nerves. It was okay to hear it every once in a while but every day and at every minute no less? Couldn't she come up with something new?

At least something less ideal than the ways of Pacifism. As if such an ideology could subdue humanity into ever-lasting peace. It was impossible. Humans had been fighting since the beginning of time, long before Pacifism even existed. It would outlive this fad, just as it had survived for thousands of years.

And who was he to stand against that?

Spotting his limo, he quickly got in, ordering the driver to take him to his villa, his current residence in the Sanc Kingdom. Settling back, he made himself comfortable in the leather seating, eager to get back to his home. Glancing to a side, he jerked back in surprise.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" he nearly shrieked.

Sitting on the opposite side of the leather bench seat sat General Victor Katsaris, who just happened to be enjoying the luxury he found himself in.

Refraining from looking at the politician, he continued to face forward but allowed a smirk out. "And here I thought we were friends, Representative Grant," he answered, sounding as if he was offended.

Regaining his composure, Grant asked, "What do you think you are doing, waiting for me in broad daylight?! If someone were to see us..."

Katsaris snorted. "The windows are tinted, Grant. No one knows I am here. Now lets get down to business."

"Now?"

"Yes now." This time, Katsaris did look at Grant. "Everything has been going exactly as planned. The VX is hidden on this planet, just waiting to be sent to their final destinations. Have you decided where you want them to be set up and prepped for launch?"

Taking out a handkerchief, he wiped his forehead before giving his answer. "The northern part of the Sanc port. It's the most isolated and it's only used nowadays to harbor ships when the port is overcrowded or when a ship is scheduled to be scraped soon. No one would pay attention to any sort of activity so you can start getting everything prepared there without suspicion."

"Is there any particular reason why you want it there?" Katsaris asked.

"The reason why the port is isolated a good amount of the time is because it's not close enough to the city and the reason why it's not close to the city is because of the terrain. As you already know, Sanc is positioned so that its back is facing the mountains. These mountains are steeper than they appear and form a defensive barrier behind that part of the port. Very difficult to scale, going either upwards or downwards. The only real way to get in is through the port itself or from the sea.

"In about a few weeks, a military destroyer warship is going to be docked there, scheduled for scraping. Commandeer it and load it up with any artillery before it heads for Sanc. The ship will be the defense against any marine assault."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were a military strategist," Katsaris commented, awe evident in his voice. "But what about the blueprints of the port? Do any exist? Are there any other ways into the port, let's say underground, that I do not know about?"

"I have taken care of that," Grant answered. "You see, many of the blueprints were destroyed when the Alliance took over Sanc, meaning there there are very few of them in existence. Right now, you are looking at one of the few owners of those blueprints. I have a good amount of them and have kept myself as an anonymous private owner. There are very few if any still out there. If the Preventers were to try and get a hold of any copies, it would be far too late when they finally obtained them."

"Are you positive about that?" Katsaris questioned.

"Didn't I make sure nobody could trace you back to the L2 weapon base?" Grant retorted, offended. "Just like you, I am good at what I do."

"You better, for your sake," Katsaris retorted. "I lost quite a few men on L2. Sure they were aware that they would end up losing their lives in the end but I still could have had better use made out of them."

"Are you still stuck on that?" Grant groaned. "It was necessary. I know it, you know it. We can only move forward with this. When this ends, you will be a very wealthy man, General."

"You have a point," Katsaris admitted. "But just make sure you do your job and I'll do mine. Got it?"

"Yes, yes, I got it," Grant grumbled.

"Don't take that tone now," Katsaris chided. "You'll be thanking me once you become president, prime minister, or whatever it is they call it nowadays."

"Yes, I'll thank you once I rule the world," Grant replied scathingly. The limo stopped and Grant gestured at the General. "This is where you get out."

"But we're in broad daylight!" Katsaris mock-exclaimed. "What will people think if they see me with you?"

"I'll tell them you're my father," Grant answered. "Now get out. I have other business to attend to."

"For being the one that approached me, you are being quite hostile," Katsaris commented. "But I'll leave you in peace. The next time you hear from me will be from a vid screen at the main government building or whatever it is you call it."

Grant glared as the door was slammed shut and the limo started up again. That man was starting to get on his nerves now. He, indeed, would be overjoyed when he became the Speaker, the position now held by the Vice Foreign Minister, Relena Peacecraft.

He would never have to deal with Katsaris again and he would have left his mark on history.

Just what he always wanted.