Standard disclaimers apply
At a peace conference on L3
"These will no do. I will not sacrifice the rights of my people for this worthless law!" screeched an elderly old man. His face was rapidly turning purple. He looked on the verge of bursting.
"It is for the good of the colonies and earth. Signing of a free trade agreement will not rid your people of their rights," Relena calmly pointed out.
"Free trade will make us all slaves of the earth. People will become over dependent on earth and they will make us slaves again." The man continued yelling back.
"That is not true," commented Quatre. "It will beneficial for us both."
"You cur. You are a disgrace to the colony. You are a traitor," the old man cursed. He pointed a quivering accusing finger at Quatre.
Quatre looked at him coldly but inside he was weeping. 'Why couldn't people understand what he did was for the better, not the worst."
SLAM! The doors banged open. A huge group armed terrorist burst in.
"I agree Young Master Winner is wrong but I can't say that you are much better." The leader of the group chuckled. "We will fix that problem. Don't worry, the world will be in good hands after you depart from this world."
The entire group pointed at their guns to the members of the peace conference.
"You know that you are never going to get anyway with this," said Relena.
"We will. You don't have to worry about us. We will have enough back up." The leader replied. "Worry about you beautiful self."
Laughter echoed through the room.
"Take this stun gun. Try not to hurt too many people, we don't want to raise too much suspicion," ordered Heero as he passed a gun and a few replacements to Gretel. They were outside the peace conference, arming up.
"Speak for yourself, Satan. You're the one whose ready for a killing rampage," retorted Gretel as she glanced at his pitchfork. One the reasons they called him Satan was because he favored a pitchfork when he was ever going on a killing spree.
"Maybe," grinned Heero. "Don't worry about that. You aren't at the receiving end. Take care of Relena and the others. I will deal with Martina and the others. You concentrate on the hostages."
"Mission accepted," Gretel answered as she fixed her weapon holster, a cold grin lit up her face.
"You have caused much false hope in this colony and the rest of the world. You know how much pain you have caused our brothers and sisters? You made them sadder than they were before," accused the leader of the terrorist.
Murmurs of agreement echoed through the room. The terrorists were nodding their heads vigorously.
"With no hope, no things can be done. False hope is better than no hope," explained Quatre. "This world if not the end, we can make things better." He remained unruffled at the intimidation of the terrorists, calmly making his point.
"Without hope, we may not achieve anything. Not even the stability we have now," added Relena. "You may disagree with us now but in the long run, this may be the only way we can start rebuilding the world."
"Wrong. We could have a powerful head. Not a silly minded peace maker like you," declared the leader.
"So that we can have wars again to unite everyone again. Wouldn't we be back where we started from?" asked Sylvia. "WE would have to fight all over again to get where we are right now after the Eve wars."
"Casualties of war are expected. They should be honored to be part of a new revolution."
"How I do disagree. I do hate to be part of the casualties you mention." Gretel said as she entered the room. She had taken everyone by surprise by her sudden presence. Even more so for Sylvia, Relena and Quatre who recognized her immediately.
"What is a speck of a girl doing here? Men throw her out," bellowed the leader.
"I'm afraid that they are out of commission for the moment. I'm sure you can have a nice long chat once I knock you out too," said Gretel as she pointed her gun at him.
"Why you…" the leader never managed to finish his sentence as Gretel pulled the trigger. The man fell like a ton of bricks. The others sensed danger too late as Gretel shoot each of them. Her shots weren't as accurate as Miyuki's ones would be but they accomplished the job.
"Lets' get out of here before Heero really blows his top," grinned Gretel as she kicked the leader to make sure he was really out.
"How did you get here?" asked a dumbfounded Quatre.
"Guess," said Gretel cheekily as she dragged Relena by the hand. The others had not much of a choice and followed.
Gretel led them down a series of hallways which were littered with bodies.
"What happened here?" asked one of the delegates.
Gretel turned around and replied, "Satan."
"Heero? He's here?" asked Relena. Her slightly pale face bloomed when she thought of seeing him again.
"Naturally. There he is," pointed Gretel.
Not too far from them, Heero was engaged in a hand-to-hand combat with one of the terrorists. He may have just got out of hospital but there was no denying that he was a superior fighter.
Heero knocked his opponent out and looked up to see the group. He merely nodded at them and grabbed the pitchfork from his back.
It was only then did the group notice his particular choice of weapon. It was pitch black and gleamed under the faint sunlight. The three pointed tips stood out like the daggers they were as if ready to rip anything apart at the moment.
"Let's go. We must leave before Martina and his gong of goons arrive," Gretel urged as she tugged Relena's arm and pulled her to the exit. They were met outside by and enormous group of Preventers led by Lady Une and the other Gundam pilots.
"You're alright," gushed Sally and her pent up breath whooshed out from her lungs.
Noin pulled Relena into a huge bear heart before checking her for any injuries. The others heaved a sigh of relief as they saw the peace talkers were all safe and sound.
"What is a little girl like you doing here?" asked Lady Une as she patted Gretel's head questioningly.
"Satan wanted me to help him. He's doesn't want the MP3s inside when he vaporizes Martina and his goons. He is really angry this time," explained Gretel. "See they are running from him right now," she exclaimed as Heero chased a group of haggled people out of the building.
His pitchfork was waving dangerously in midair as the men struggled to avoid him. They were each sporting many cuts and bruise all over them that it was hard to make out a face.
"They should stand and fight, Satan doesn't like cowards," commented Gretel as Heero's eyes narrowed to slits. He twisted the pitchfork and the fork immediately turned fiery red. "Uh Oh. He's really angry now."
Heero grasped the fork with both hands and stabbed it into one the men. The man was vaporized where he stood into a formless heap. The onlookers gasped in horror as they froze where they stood.
The remaining men fell to their knees to beg for mercy. Heero took one look at them and raised his pitchfork once more.
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