Title: What We Do Best
Author: Karina
Rating: PG
Pairing: Milliardo + Pagan + Duo
Notes: Challenge 236. Baby Series 4 #160. Takes place approximately 9 hours following Be Patient.
Spoilers: None
Warnings:
Many thanks to ShenLong Deb for her work betaing this set of fics.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or the Characters from the series but the baby is mine.
Title: What We Do Best
"The projected scenarios concur that the exterior conditions should be no lower than –20 degrees Celsius inclusive of wind chill. Additionally the wind needs to be below 25km/h given the projected level of potentially air born debris."
"How many scenario's offer time frames that roughly align for those conditions to be met?" Milliardo considered the folder opened before him.
Pagan rose from his seat across from the King and moved to the fireplace, staring into the flames before bending to toss wood onto the flames. Duo stood at the King's right hand, reading over the man's shoulder and seeming to ignore the other people in attendance of the meeting.
"Of the ten scenario's considered to be the most plausible, only two give a time frame that mirrors each other to within a four hour period."
"And how 'plausible' would you consider the projected events to be for these projections?"
Duo almost felt like commenting on the amount of crickets he could hear chirping in the silence that followed. It would appear that no one was willing to be that forthcoming. It was an unprecedented situation. All of their original scenario's for the strength and duration of the storm had been blown out of existence and still the damnable thing raged. Their latest comments led him to believe the storm had stalled and no one was game to suggest when it would pass. Already they had lived with it for three days.
"I see. Well, we shall simply have to be patient and revise each scenario as the Met data is received. Hopefully we will still have working equipment when it blows itself out to tolerable levels. I take it our largest problem is the mountains? Well, there is no way we can shift them, so it appears that we're stuck, gentlemen and ladies. I suggest we all count our blessings that we had sufficient warning to get out of its way. Dinner?"
There was a round of murmured agreement and Milliardo motioned to the door, dismissing the group. Duo lingered and he noted Pagan remained by the hearth. Milliardo stretched slowly as the door closed behind the last of his core group before he rose from the desk and joined Pagan near the fire.
"It could be worse."
Duo shrugged, silently agreeing though he really, really wanted out from this gilded prison. He needed to feel the wind on his face; but having the wind strip the flesh from his bones was not particularly high on his agenda. He would have to grit his teeth and bear it... Like everyone else.
Pagan sighed and poured a snifter of brandy for the king and looked to Duo, silently asking for his preference. After a moment of consideration, the former gundam pilot opted for a neat Scotch.
"Sanc has suffered from this phenomena in the past... No doubt it will do so in the future. We will survive."
Milliardo smiled slightly. "That is what we do best."
End
Karina Robertson 2015