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On with the fic!

Ch 28

The light flipped on in the front room and the clatter of keys hitting the metal bowl on the front table sounded echoing from the house's entry way. It was what was expected after a long day of work and coming home alone. The soft scuffle of kicking off shoes and padding steps on wood floors towards the kitchen. After a long day at work where she probably was too focused to eat, of course she would be hungry. She was probably grabbing the leftover takeout sitting on the third shelf and would wander into to her living room where her computer sat as soon as she reheated the contents of that container.

The microwave's soft noise of working to heat the contents of the box filled the silence and a sighing exhale matched the timing of the ding on the microwaves as it finished its task. All of the background noise filtered through the quite of the house and she traveled closer flipping the

lights on in the living room as predicated.

She jumped clutching at her chest and yelped. "Holy!" The plate of reheated takeout hit the floor, shattering the plate and leaving the contents of some vaguely Asian dish in a mess on the floor. Her eyes were wide.

"Good evening, Une" spoke the quiet voice interlaced with danger from Wufei Chang calmly sitting at her office chair. A glock was relaxed in his grip, but unerringly pointed directly at her. No pause or hesitation for his former boss. It wouldn't be difficult to shoot her anyways, they were enemies during the war and only a few months under her dictation as a Preventer had landed him in jail. He could shoot her and not even care the tiniest fraction. And the look of almost fear on her face matched that sentiment.

She sobered up surprisingly quickly from her shock at Wufei simply sitting in her living room. "How did you get in?" She shot out as soon as her breathing was under control.

"Really?" Wufei almost gloated at the stupidity of what he was hearing. "You find an ex-inmate that you had placed in jail in your home and the first thing you want to ask is how I got in? You are aware I was a Gundam pilot? You are aware that question is idiotic? And you are aware I will have no remorse in the slightest if I simply shot you dead right now correct?" He knew he sounded arrogant and he was fine with it. It's not like he would ever work under the Preventers again. Not after how the last time went.

She glared and dropped her hand from her chest and stood up straight, "Fine. How come you haven't simply shot me?" She was trying to maintain neutrality, but he could see the anger rolling off of her in waves. Une wasn't one to allow herself to be out of control...and this happened to be severely pushing her boundaries.

"Why would I shoot you?"

"Because you work for Marcus and yo-"

"Wrong." He interrupted.

"-what?" She spoke softly.

Wufei stayed neutral, no movement. Not giving anything away. "You are wrong. Or your intelligence gathering network sucks. I don't work for Marcus." Not anymore anyways and he hadn't for a while.

"But, you were on the raids for the warehouses!" She exclaimed, losing her composure.

"Ah yes. The raids for weapons. That did directly benefit Marcus, but I still consider myself to be more of a contractor in that situation, then a minion. I planned and executed those with crews of less than ten men in most of the disposal sites. I should be slated for upper management really."

Une nodded from her position standing next to the doorway. And Wufei motioned at her with his gun, "Please, have a seat. I wouldn't want to be a bad host right now, would I?" She moved slowly forward towards the couch he motioned to and her eyes darted to the fireplace and back. He snorted. "I've already removed your guns from the house and disarmed your security system without alerting your security company. I've had a lot of free time by myself today to explore."

She sat down and tucked her feet under herself. Wufei appreciated that. At least she knew she wasn't going anywhere soon and indicated it with a movement compromising position like that. He tilted his head slightly and smirked. "Continue again please. Why would I want to shoot you?"

She frowned slightly and said, "Because you think I left you in jail to rot."

"I think that do I?" The smile on his face was sharp and she shifted, obviously unsettled. "If I was going to shoot you, it would have happened by now. In this position, you should be more concerned with if I wanted to inflict pain on you. You were quite good at ordering torture during the war and I must say I'm sure I picked up some very useful techniques." She was quiet and Wufei looked almost serene sitting on the couch and facing her. "The question you should be asking is why. Why am I here?"

He stood up and walked across the room and back stretching his gun hand up to the ceiling and loosening his joints; he no longer needed to have his weapon trained on her to impress the meaning of his words. "It's true, I am angry that you had me jailed. Also the leaving me there to languish added quite the edge of blatant rage to my emotions." He moved the chair he had been sitting in directly across from Une as she stayed on the couch watching him move. "I am here to ask you some very important questions."

He sat down in the chair silently and starred. She wasn't one to flinch but this was not a Wufei she had ever encountered before. He seemed flippant and whimsical in a deadly unhinged way that not even Maxwell could quite pull off. Like he was toying with the idea of shooting her in the shoulder or the gut, not knowing what he was going to do simply knowing that he was going to shoot. "What are your questions?"

"Why was I selected for jail?"

"The blanket pardon only covered the war. Not anything after. You violated that by working with Mariemeia." She was sitting carefully not relaxed. If she answered honestly and straight, perhaps she would have a chance not begin executed.

Wufei didn't move and stated calmly, "Why was I not given a proper trial?"

"The judge violated your liberties and abused the rules of his position to sentence and keep you in prison. It was him. It was all him." Une was speaking quickly trying to convey what went drastically wrong, "He hid you in the system with help and we couldn't find you. The others tried to-"

"Quiet." His eyes narrowed dangerously as she had begun to elaborate, "What is happening to him?"

"He is being asked to resign" She looked down to the floor knowing that action was in no way adequate for the damage he had caused to Wufei and probably countless others.

Wufei laughed derisively and shook his head, "Is that all? You sure you don't want to give him a medal for his great work for the ESUN judiciary branch? No?" He refocused on her and state, "Let me get this straight. When you say he is being asked, you mean to say that he has not yet stepped down and will not be for quite some time." Une stayed silent. Wufei's deduction had been correct. "He won't be disbarred then is that correct? And what he has been doing won't come to light?"

"No." She admitted, "The system would collapse. People that were imprisoned for a reason, would get new trials or dismissed. It can't happen."

"And so the government sweeps the rights to fair trial of so many others." Wufei leaned back in his chair and shook his head. "I read Zechs's emails as you probably already know. What do you want from me?"

Une focused and looked up. This could be an opportunity. They needed him. "We need you to help dismantle the drug and gun runners. We know you've worked with them previously. We are very out matched in intelligence and weaponry. We've already seen two rebellions beginning that both had functioning mobile suits supplied by Marcus's group. Three senate members are already dead this last month. We need an inside man and we just can't get it."

"Why would I this for you?"

"Because you know what they are doing is wrong." Wufei smirked at Une's response and she looked startled.

"No I don't. I know who has wronged me. It wasn't them." Wufei returned.

"But.." she tried, "But you took out Donovan's entire crew... because what he was doing was horrendous."

"Ah." He nodded, "Yes I did. But that was for revenge more than anything else. Surely Zechs shared my letter to you and the information I gave. It's fairly easy to take out large organizations like that, but the prize was gutting him and leaving him to die."

Une sat quietly staring at him and Wufei let that thinly veiled threat sink in as for what it was. "Well then what do you want?"

"Ah. Your first good question." Wufei's eyes lit up and then he stated, "I want full immunity."

"Done."

"I'm not finished yet." He looked her dead in the eyes and continued. "I want my name off the most wanted list. I want a full pardon from the judge that confined me to the prison. I want to be there as he does it. I want full immunity from any possible back lash for any illegal actions both past and future that I may commit and I want it signed by every person in parliament and yourself. I want it to be so ironclad that if I went in broad daylight and shot Relena Peacecraft in the head no one could touch me. And I want full control over any operation I go on and I will pick what I want to work on."

"That's insane." Une stated.

"That's what I want."

"It's insane." She said again. "See reason, Chang. We can't trust you with that power. It's something I can't offer."

"Well, I refuse to trust you. Not after the last time. So unless you start first I believe we are at an impasse."

They sat in silence looking at each other until Wufei decided to get up and walk closer to her. "You can message me if you decide I'm worth it. But I have a feeling with all the Preventer agents and politicians that have been dying, you really have no choice. Which means your only option is that you must trust me." He smirked again and pause, "Now I'm terribly sorry Lady Une, but I'm going to need to knock you unconscious now."

"You're not sorry."

"You're right." He pulled his arm back, his hand forming a fist. "I'm not."

TBC

Oh snap. Wufei's getting meaner.

Ciao!

Silverserpent