Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Gods of War ❯ Day Terrors ( Chapter 5 )

Title: Gods of War: Day Terrors

Author: Shinigamis_Soul (AKA Starlight Soul, AzureInk_Parchment)

Beta: None… (I know, I'm lazy, I haven't responded to any of the offers yet)

Disclaimer: I don't own them; I only like to play with them.

Status: WIP

Pairings: 1x2, 3x4, 5xS

Warnings: Torture, Angst, Preventor-ness, betrayal, Yaoi, Lemon (eventually),

Summary: The war has been over for years. Our pilots have worked hard to keep the peace they fought so hard to help create. Just months from retirement, Heero Yuy goes missing. Who is trying to capture the pilots and what is his connection to them?

 

 

Gods of War

Day Terrors

 

Commander Une growled in frustration before slamming the file on the desk in front of her. “I've got another one that we need to delve deeper into. How many is that?”

 

“Fifteen out of a hundred and fifty agents and we've only been working for eight hours,” replied Hilde tiredly. “Only another thousand to go.”

 

“I'm ordering Chinese,” sighed Zechs, “anyone else?” He jumped, startled, when he picked up his phone and it started ringing. “Zechs here.”

 

“We are a minute out,” said Sally, “We need at least two escorts preferably all four of you. We have a tail and a severe vulnerability they know about.”

 

“We're on our way,” replied Zechs. “They're here, they think they have company, and they have a vulnerability that the enemy knows.”

 

The click of Une checking her clip had the whole group on their feet and moving for the elevator while checking their own weapons. By the time they reached the ground floor, they were ready. As they moved towards the door, they formed up without a word to one another. To their surprise Dorothy was standing at the desk talking to the secretary.

 

“Dorothy, are you on the clock?” snapped Une.

 

“Yes Ma'am,” replied the blonde. She took in their stances with a well trained eye. “I'm up here on a case.”

 

“You wearing a vest?” questioned Une.

 

“Of course,” replied Dorothy pulling her weapon. “What is going on?”

 

“You're officially being `borrowed' by my office,” ordered Une glancing out the window, “We have friends coming in that need to reach my office safely. As of this moment we're the only ones you can trust.”

 

“They're here,” said Noin from her place by the door.

 

Dorothy took her place and as the van stopped they were surprised to see a car pull up behind the van. Three men jumped out of the car and started moving on the van. With the slightest sign from Une they were moving.

 

“Freeze!” rang out around the vehicles as Une, Noin, Zechs, Hilde, and Dorothy moved to surround the group. They couldn't get into place before an EM grenade made it into the van. Duo and Heero managed to tumble out before it detonated but the others four were not as lucky.

 

“I said Freeze!” snarled Une moving to disarm the nearest assailant.

 

Dorothy and Noin disarmed the other two while Zechs and Hilde moved to check on the agents in the van. The three men struggled against their captors as they started moving them into the building.

 

Une handed Dorothy the man she cuffed and gave her a smile. “You have my permission to shoot them as many times as you like if they try to escape.”

 

“They're all unconscious,” said Hilde from inside the van.

 

“They just knocked out the only doctor in the building,” added Une.

 

“Damn, that hurts,” grumbled Duo as he stood up cradling his left hand. “I'd hate to get that full force.”

 

“It's not pleasant,” moaned Sally. “I guess they're not fully up and running, the other three are out cold.”

 

“Good thing Heero dumped us on the pavement,” replied Duo, “Come on, you lean on Heero and I'll carry one of the others. Zechsy, grab Trowa. He's all legs. I got Fei.”

 

“What's wrong with your hand?” questioned Hilde.

 

“Later,” interrupted Heero, “Cover would be good about now.”

 

Once they were in the building, Une left orders with the secretary to have the van towed to the garage and the car towed to impound. Heero led the way to Une's office, his eyes constantly scanning for danger. Une followed behind, watching their backs. Once they were safely ensconced in her office, Une turned on the conscious agents.

 

“What the hell happened?” asked Une toning it down at the sight of her exhausted agents.

 

“They gassed the party and used an EM grenade to ensure my inability to fight back,” answered Heero while glaring at a point behind her head. “Their leader is a man calling himself Cronus, a man that worked for the scientists that created the Gundams. They deemed him too crazy to allow to live and ordered his death. He had friends on the inside and escaped H. We had forgotten about him, Quatre was the only one of us that knew he escaped.”

 

“How did they manage to incapacitate a van full of my best agents with nothing more than an electromagnetic pulse?” questioned Une.

 

“Nanites,” replied Heero. “The scientists were experimenting with them and just before Operation Meteor all five of us were infected. It took most of the first year for them to fully integrate with our systems. Sally and Wufei are a married couple, her infection is directly connected.”

 

“I call interrogation rights,” groaned Quatre as he slowly forced himself to sit up.

 

“Are we allowed to parboil them then drop them into liquid nitrogen?” asked Wufei though he made no move to sit up.

 

“I doubt it,” replied Duo watching his hand spasm.

 

“What do we know about Cronus?” asked Zechs.

 

“Not a lot,” complained Duo, “He is a sadist. Most of the scientist thought him mad enough to be a danger to us. G actually threatened to put him out an airlock if he didn't leave immediately. He was supposed to go to J, but turned up with H a month later. The only one of us not intimately familiar with his techniques is Trowa. It also explains why he didn't try to nab Trowa; He didn't recognize him.”

 

“How did Trowa avoid meeting him?” wondered Une.

 

“I was not the original pilot,” admitted Trowa from his seat against the wall. “I was a mechanic that was in the wrong place at the right time. The real Trowa Barton was determined to follow the real plans for Operation Meteor and was killed to prevent it. I was working on Heavy Arms at the time and witnessed it. Rather than kill me too, they allowed me to take his name and Pilot Heavy Arms.”

 

Une looked surprised by the new information. “What was your name before?”

 

“Nanami,” replied Trowa.

 

“The Mads were former alliance,” murmured Hilde, “what's to say that they didn't take some of their underlings with them. Maybe if we dig through old files we can find out more about this guy. Get a real name or something useful.”

 

The door opened to allow Dorothy and Noin in. “Care to share now? I see Heero's been found.”

 

“We're looking for a man calling himself Cronus. He has a connection to the scientists that created the Gundams. He's trying to collect the pilots but we don't know why,” answered Zechs.

 

“The father of the gods,” said Dorothy incredulously. “He thinks pretty highly of himself.”

 

“He called us Gods of War,” added Wufei. “Master O sent him away after he tried to break me. It was… it was only a few weeks after Meilin's death.

 

Une watched Sally take Wufei's hand and give it a discrete squeeze. “Meilin?”

 

“My first wife, she was the original pilot of Nataku,” answered Wufei. “She died in a battle on L5 just over a year before Operation Meteor.”

 

Une pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to fight the headache all of the new information was giving her. “What about the rest of you? Are you the original pilots?”

 

“Yes,” answered Quatre. “I joined the project when I was eight against my father's wishes.”

 

“I broke out of an alliance facility and snuck on the sweeper ship G was using,” added Duo.

 

“Dr. J found me after Odin died during his last hit. J was impressed that at six I finished the job. Cronus was my first trainer,” began Heero, “They considered me a great find because I already knew how to assemble many weapons and I could also fire a small caliber gun.”

 

Dorothy looked impressed at Heero. “Odin Lowe, the assassin?”

 

“He promised to protect me,” said Heero softly. “He did for a while. He taught me everything he could. The last mission went bad, he was outnumbered fifty to one. He put the detonator in my hand and shoved me into a culvert with orders to count to one hundred then push the button. J found me later.”

 

“You said that Cronus was your first trainer?” questioned Zechs. “You also mentioned that Cronus was a sadist.”

 

“Where do you think I learned to ignore pain?” asked Heero lifting an eyebrow at the blond. “J was not as opposed to Cronus as the other handlers but he also had Dekim Barton with specifications for his perfect weapon.”

 

Une took a look around the room, taking in the body language of the group before starting to issue orders. “Okay, Zechs order dinner. Dorothy get your boss on the line, I'm in need of your skills. Hilde, go down to the emergency relief supplies and get blankets and pillows. Noin, get on the phone and let Relena know that Heero is safe and no we can't tell her where he's at until the threat is over.”

 

“We need food that is high in protein and computers,” said Sally rubbing at her arms, “The laptops we had are fried.”

 

“Hilde grab new ones,” ordered Une.

 

“We're going to need my desktop and the handheld locked in my desk drawer,” said Duo thoughtfully. “I think I know how they've been tracking us. `Ro, how up to hacking the nanites are you feeling?”

 

“You think they're using the nanites to track us?” questioned Heero. “That would require that they be within ten feet of us.”

 

“Not us, just you. What if Sally was right and they altered one of your nanites to send a tracking signal. To the nanites you're a walking talking battery with enough energy to send the signal without you even noticing it.”

 

“So you need your desktop and the handheld,” repeated Zechs. “I'll get it after I order food.”

 

“Just take care of the computer and handheld, I'll order the food,” sighed Une. “I want the six of you to settle into the conference room. There is a private shower connected to this office so we should be okay here. There will always be at least two of us on watch.”

 

* * *

 

He woke disoriented, dreams of his life before J mixed with dreams of his life after the war. He felt arms wrapped tightly around his middle giving him an anchor to his life. He pressed back against the warm body behind him and was relieved when the arms tightened.

 

“Morning,” whispered Duo. “Are you completely awake this time?”

 

“Yes, I was disoriented for a second.” He yawned largely before turning around to lay his head on Duo's chest.

 

“J or Odin?” asked Duo.

 

“Odin,” replied Heero softly. “He was good to me. I was a mistake. He had one rule, no innocents. All he told me was that my father was a bad man that hurt a lot of people and that he would take care of me from then on. It lasted nearly two years. Sometimes it makes me wonder what Odin would say to me now, if he would be proud of what I've done.”

 

“It sounds like you think of him as a father,” sighed Quatre from across the room. “God, I hope there's coffee here.”

 

“Yes, there is coffee,” said Zechs from the doorway, “and Breakfast. Commander Une is already searching the alliance database. Dorothy noted three men watching the front of the building when she went for breakfast.”

 

“What about the other exits?” asked Duo.

 

“There are at least three men on each exit,” answered Zechs. “We have locals preparing to take down each group.”

 

“That gives us fifteen men to interrogate,” said Quatre with a grin, “Someone will give something up.”

 

“Fourteen, the ones we grabbed yesterday afternoon had a suicide plan. The first guy moved too soon tipping us off to the other two. We've seized the substances the other two had and know to watch for it later.”

 

Heero stood up and stretched. “When can we begin interrogating them?”

 

“Unfortunately, you and Duo have to be excluded from this assignment. You were the target and Duo is your husband. We're gonna have to follow the rules,” said Une from the doorway. “Zechs will be lead on this one. Everyone else reports to him. Any research behind the scenes can come from any computer; the login will identify the researcher. Sally, Noin, and I are going to keep investigating our Preventors. Leaks in my agency will not be tolerated.”

 

“Heero and I are going to be working on the nanites,” stated Duo while helping himself to breakfast. “I want to find that tracker and check their programming. I'll eventually need to check everyone out. That includes you Sally.”

 

Trowa settled a plate in front of Quatre before speaking. “Wufei and I will start the search of the Alliance database.”

 

“I guess that leaves Dorothy and me to interrogate the prisoners,” laughed Quatre giving the blonde woman a glance.

 

“I give them half an hour,” joked Zechs, “They'll be singing.”

 

“Unless they've been trained as I was, though I doubt he's had enough time to do it,” said Heero. “I am going to check the virtual database that J created plus some of the contacts that Odin left.”

 

“Let's get to it then,” ordered Une with a smile before turning to Dorothy and Quatre. “You two… don't make me regret letting you work together on this.”

 

Dorothy gave a small smirk. “Why would we do that? I was hoping that this could lead to future collaborations with your teams.”

 

“We'll see how this goes,” said Une skeptically.

 

* * *

 

Quatre sat calmly in the straight backed chair, his right ankle resting on his left knee. His face was the picture of innocence, his wide blue eyes downcast as though studying the delicate looking cup balanced between fine boned hands. Behind him Dorothy paced like a caged tiger, her long blonde hair snapping in seeming agitation. Every move she made screamed predator and she knew it. As she paced, her voice reverberated off the walls of the small cell.

 

“We're giving you a chance to avoid life in prison,” said Dorothy sweetly, “We just need answers.”

 

“Go fuck yourself,” snapped the man.

 

Dorothy slammed her hands on the table causing the man to jump and Quatre to speak up. “Dorothy,” he said calmly.

 

“What is this, good cop bad cop?” sneered the man. “Let me guess the wicked witch over here is supposed to scare me and you little boy are going to protect me. This is laughable.”

 

Quatre lifted blue eyes from his tea allowing the older man to see cold killer hiding behind his innocent mask. “I think you misunderstand,” replied Quatre giving him a deadly smile, “You hurt a very good friend of mine and tried to capture another very good friend of mine. I don't like people hurting my friends. She is here to protect you from me.”