Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Call of Duty: Korea ❯ 7 AM Wakeup Call ( Chapter 2 )

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Note: This is my first fic in awhile, and I'm also trying out this idea. I hope you think it's good, and if it is, I might continue it.

Chapter Two: 7 AM Wakeup Call

Peacecraft Concorde - over Northern Philippines

I woke up around 4 AMto hear that we would arrive at Seoul in around 2 hours. Yesterday, I spent most of my time looking over the profiles of Jong Il and Sung Lee, intel maps, and playing SOCOM II to kill the time. Then I went to sleep knowing that I wouldn't arrive before nightfall, but sometime in the morning.

Kimpo Intl' Airport - Seoul, South Korea

Just after the crack of 6, I arrived at Kimpo Intl' Airport, 10 miles out of the city center - where my hotel was located. I carried all my baggage with me as I went through security, expect for my Deagles, which I always carry. But before I went through I showed one of the officials my Preventers ID card, and he let me through without me having to go through security.

I hailed a taxi and told him to go to the Marriot Hotel, which then he nodded. It didn't take long to get there, and I didn't have to pay him too much.

JW Marriot Hotel - Seoul, South Korea

I arrived at this beautiful in the heart of Seoul's business district. There where so many shops and things to do. 'Maybe I'll bring Lena something back,' I thought to myself as I walked in.

Inside, I asked the front desk for any messages to room 345. The women promptly gave me a little envelope marked "Red Rabbit," and inside of it was the key to the room. I went up the elevator to the room, and slowly went up to the room, leaving the baggage near the room, pulling out one of my Deagles. I silently slid the key in the key slot, took it out quickly, and looked to see if the door unlocked, which it did. I quietly opened the door, and snuck in. Inside, I saw her lying on the bed, sleeping. The only did I didn't realize was the table in front of me. I bumped it just enough for her to panic, grab her Daewoo DP-51, and aim it at my head.

"Who are you?" she asked me.

"I am Red Rabbit," I said, drawing my gun at her. "And you must be White Panther." Once she heard that, she put her gun back down on the nightstand, and I holstered my gun.

"Welcome to Korea Mr. Miranda. Wait here while I get ready," she said, pulling herself and the sheets to the bathroom. After that, she slammed the door and locked it so that I couldn't get in. So while I waited, I got my luggage from outside, brought it in, and sat on a chair. After what seemed forever, she finally emerged from the bathroom, wearing a dress.

"So Mr. Miranda, you come from America?" she asked me.

"Yes I do. And please don't call me that; just call me Matthew," I said to her.

"OK, Matthew. I am Yu Sung Lee," she said, bowing in courtesy.

"And I'm Matthew Miranda," I said. "But you probably already knew that."

"Yes. The government tells me great things about you and how you defeated Saddam Hussein and Osama bin Laden," she said, smiling. "I hope that you can do the same to Kim Jong Il…"

"So tell me, what did he do?" I asked her.

"Well my father used to build reactor plants near or around Pyongyang, the capitol of North Korea. Most of the plants there are used to create nuclear weapons, not power the country. When my father realized that his creations where being used for weapons of mass destruction, he quit. But damn him, he came to the house that night and demanded his reason for quitting, and he said that he wanted to build marvels for the good of mankind, not the destruction of mankind. He kicked my dad in the shin and tried to force him, but kept refusing. Then they grabbed my mom and held her at gunpoint. When my dad tried to kill Jong Il with a pistol hiding in a drawer next to him, they where both shot in cold blood. I decided to escape from my window, only carrying money, clothing, and a few personal belongings. I was lucky; they never found me that night. I was 15 then. I slowly went to the border, avoiding troops and patrols. Finally, the little money that I had left, I begged a man to smuggle me into South Korea. He hid me under the trunk, where you hold the spare tire. For the next 6 hours, I rode from the border to Seoul, where on my birthday, finally gained independence. The government said they would avenge my father's death in anyway, and I took their promise. So I established a life here in Seoul, and when I became 18, I joined the South Korea army, hoping to get revenge from the northern terrors. And now, the government has finally found my answer," she said.

"Which would be me," I said.

"Correct," she said. "Now, we must be headed out now…I'm supposed to check-out today." Then she started to pack, and I helped her out a bit.

Downstairs, a CLK 500 was waiting for us two. A bellhop loaded our luggage, and then we both got in.

"Hello Mr. Miranda, Miss Lee," the driver said as he drove off.

"So where are we going?" I asked her.

"You'll see," she said, smiling at me and pecking me in the cheek. I blushed a bit, and then tried to remember that I'm taken…over and over and over…