AC 201 Heero and Wufei are preventors called in for an accident on a sweeper ship captained by Duo. However it was no accident there’s a killer on board and it isn’t human. If you like suspense and gore you’ll like this horror story. (At least I’m hoping to create suspense I believed I managed it.)
Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters I only get my jollies off on torturing them and my readers with horrible gory stories like the one below. Bandia and a bunch of other rich and talented folk own these characters. Please don’t’sue me.
Warnings: Rated R just to be on the safe side contains yaoi, gore and minor amounts of smut.
Secondary warning: I don’t think my stories are scary, not to me personally but I have gotten that in my feedback (few as there was but there was some). A kind reviewer wrote to me and said, “don’t change your style of writing. It’s yours. There are people out there that will appreciate it.” I thank that person. So I haven’t toned it down or changed how I write but I am giving you fair warning.
Jaaku na Gundam
(English Translation The Evil Gundam)
Chapter 5
Intuitive
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"By the way, I've always entertained him," Wufei sniffed. "Those guys—Maxwell is going to be furious.”
"Hn," Heero responded as they went to the adjourning rooms Quatre had reserved for them.
The rooms were elegant and there was plain clothes left for them. Wufei plopped himself down in one of the overstuffed chairs and ignored the offer to change and shower. Heero wasn't that stubborn no matter how annoyed he was at the high handiness of their friend.
After the shower Heero changed into clean underwear and hit the bed. He was asleep immediately. It was almost two in the morning when he heard Quatre's soft tenor. His voice had not deepened much as they got older.
“Heero please dress and come outside,” Quatre said softly.
Heero dressed in his preventor uniform. He would have preferred the casual clothes but he knew that he would need to leave soon. Wufei was in the other room with a pot of coffee and several cups. He had not slept in the bed and looked a little stiff. Trowa was there also. He had placed himself by the door alert to activity outside.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t see you earlier,” Quatre said sincerely. “I knew you were coming once my sources informed me of the incident on the Meridian.”
Heero was not surprised to know Quatre had ‘sources’. He would have been a poor space rep without them. He glanced at Trowa knowing he was probably one of Quatre’s sources.
“In their files was there anything like the suit Duo discovered?” Heero asked looking back at Quatre.
“No, there wasn’t,” Quatre said quietly clenching his fists nervously. “However, I must confess I did keep a copy of the system’s program.”
“Wing Zero’s mainframe,” Heero clarified.
“Yes.”
“What are you nuts?” Wufei asked loudly. With an effort he calm himself before continuing since he knew couldn’t shout. “That program messes with your head. Why you guys insist on using it is beyond me.”
Heero hid his frown at his partner’s comment. He knew he was referring to Quatre, Trowa and himself—especially Quatre and himself. They had utilized the zero system more than anyone else in the group. Heero personally saw nothing wrong with the system.
“I haven’t used it,” Quatre defended straightening his silver and gray silk tie.
He had not changed his clothes since they last saw him. He was still wearing a medium gray suit with a soft pink shirt. He wore his suit comfortably, he always did. Right now though he didn’t look comfortable.
“You kept the mainframe,” Heero accused without heat. “Why?”
“I just couldn’t destroy it,” Quatre said. “The system itself isn’t bad its what we do with it that counts.”
“What did you plan to do with it?” Heero pressed.
“I believe the future is intuitive machines,” he answered passionately. “This technology exists. It was meant to be used.”
“When and by who?” Heero asked ruthlessly. He wasn’t trying to be cruel. He needed to make sure Quatre understood what he was doing.
He folded his arms across his chest and stared Quatre down. Quatre had a good heart but he was oblivious to some of the simplest things, like common greed and base cruelty.
“It was the only thing we had left from them,” Quatre said his voice barely a whisper. He glanced down at the floor. He couldn’t meet anyone’s eyes.
Heero stopped short at the whispered confession. It would be just like Quatre to want to have something to remember them. The scientists were not just fanatical geniuses to some of them. Quatre had a good relationship with his mentor.
Heero didn’t know how to respond to that. He sometimes missed Dr. J’s counsel but he would never have wanted to keep a memento from the man at least not for memento sake. The work they did was too powerful to be thought of as a keepsake. Before he could answer Wufei spoke.
“I understanding your feelings behind keeping the system even though I don’t agree with your reasoning,” Wufei said his voice full of sympathy. “Only you have to think what a system like that might have made you do. It has a mind of its own.”
Heero glanced at Wufei this time frowning at him. He was saying it again. A machine with a mind of its own, a mind that could reason, it was not possible.
“No, Wufei it was Quatre’s decision not the system,” he stated to his partner.
Quatre frowned but didn’t answer either of them. “I brought the system with me.” He turned and indicated the large brief case by the bed. “A copy of all their files, I also included.”
“Someone’s coming,” Trowa said from the door.
There was a brief knock and Rasshid entered. He still served Quatre now even after the war. He closed the door behind him and the without preamble said. “There been another accident on the sweeper ship, my lord Quatre.”
TBC