Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Death Throws ❯ Record 2.2 ( Chapter 7 )

Death Throws: 2.2

By: Kiamirei

~I don't own Gundam Wing. Feel free to review this fanfic or email me. I think the story is actually getting a plot now….

James had just finished eating lunch when he received a call. He walked over to the screen and flipped it on.

"Hello?"

"Mr. Benson? How are you?"

"I'm doing well, Mr. Parker. I trust you're well?"

"Yes, sir. Thank you."

"Am I right in assuming that you're calling because you've completed your assignment?"

"Yes, sir." William gave a small smile. "It took awhile, but I did it. I was able to figure out their first and last names, their ages, their ethnicities, and the specific Gundam that each one piloted. However, I was not able to get their locations. Apparently even Relena Peacecraft doesn't know that."

"Good work. You know where to find the contact, don't you?"

"I remember."

"Do so as soon as you're done with your little project. Make it good."

"Of course, sir. I should go, then. Oh, and our contact inside the Preventers ranks will prevent any searching for me, right?"

"Yes."

"Thank you, sir. Goodbye."

James gave a short nod, and turned the screen off. This was good.

* * * *

William finished what he had written, and left his apartment. His "contact" was on earth, and the shuttle from his colony would be leaving in about an hour, giving him just enough time to make it. As he left, he could not help feeling happy about the events that would soon take place.

But you shouldn't be so excited, he told himself. The lives of five children are going to be destroyed. Then again, they aren't really children. Children couldn't do what they have done. Their lives, then, don't matter all that much. But other people will be destroyed, too. When those people die, their loved ones will be pained. War is a sad thing. At least the war we might be starting will be a righteous one.

* * * *

The story William had written aired on the five o'clock news on the day after he had delivered it. It was to be broadcast on all channels in all places, from tiny portable TV's to the huge screens set in the outside of buildings in the city. Naturally, it had caused uproar in the station, but James' men were true to their duty, and William's identity was protected. He could not say the same for the Gundam pilots, which was a good thing. Settling back in the chair of his hotel room, he turned the TV screen on, smiling. The man reporting the story was obviously excited, though he tried unsuccessfully not to show it. His voice was very animated, and he spoke rapidly, hands clutching his notes tightly.

"We have the identities of the Gundam pilots," he said.

And time stood still.

"We received this information from a reliable source yesterday," he continued, as William laughed over the blatant lie, "and it is quite shocking. I will proceed to read the letter that we received. `A few days ago I had the fortune of speaking to someone who knew very much about the Gundam pilots that unleashed so much destruction during the war of AC. 195. Much was revealed to me, and I found that afterwards I was quite disturbed. For how could five people such as they cause so much damage? Surely there was a mistake. But no, it is true, as awful as it may be.

"'There is the Japanese pilot Heero Yuy, who flew the both the Wing Gundam and the Wing Zero. There is little knowledge on him other than that he destroyed a shuttle filled with pacifists towards the beginning of the war. Duo Maxwell is an American, and piloted Deathscythe. He was captured once but escaped authorities, presumably with the aid of another pilot. Nothing is known about pilot Trowa Barton other than that he flew Heavyarms. However, I think I am correct in assuming that everyone knows the Arabian pilot of Sandrock, for it is none other than the famous Quatre Winner. Lastly, there is Wufei Chang, who is Chinese and the pilot of Shenlong. It is believed that he was present at the destruction of an L5 colony, although whether he is to blame for the incident remains to be seen.

"'And while we should be grateful to finally have the names of the people responsible for so much unhappiness, there is more information. It is safe to assume that not one of these pilots was over the age of fifteen during the war -save for Trowa Barton; his age and ethnicity is unknown. How could ones so young do so much damage? How could children destroy the lives of countless people? Although the World Nation believes it is wise to simply leave the terrorists alone, there are some, myself included, who wish for justice. These five pilots, these children, killed thousands of soldiers, and tore apart families with their callous actions. Incredibly, the Gundam pilots are responsible for about a third of the casualties during the war of AC. 195.`"

This, too, was a lie; William had no idea how many people those children killed, nor did he care. However, it helped his story, and so he had written it.

"'It is most disturbing that five teenagers could create so much mass destruction. Yet, they did so, and remain unquestioned. It is not my place to dictate to others, but I do feel that at least some small measure of action should take place. Terrorists come in all ages, ethnicities, and sizes. These five are no different.' The letter ended there, and we'll go to a commercial break now. When we return…"

William turned off the television, grinning. He had worked hard on that little piece of work, and felt that it had turned out quite nicely. Now all he had to do was return to James, and then sit back and wait.