Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Preventors' Case #84309: Splicers ❯ Chapter 3

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Title: Preventors' Case #84309: Splicers

Pairings: Main 1x2, others may show up

Warnings: Yaoi, Language, blood, gore, lemon, lime, angst

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Splicing idea taken from a Batman Beyond episode.

Summary: Heero is working for the Preventors on a case dealing with genetic mutations gone wrong. When he finally manages to make a break in the case he finds Duo, whose been missing for four years, right in the middle of it. Where has Duo been and what has he done to himself?

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Chapter 3


Heero felt cold, as if his insides had been frozen solid. He didn't let any emotion show on his face as he stared at Trent, processing the information. Both he and Rains were looking at him expectantly for an answer but he couldn't make himself speak.

An Auction.

Trent was wrong to assume that he had information the Heero wanted. He could go to his grave never knowing about another Auction. He tried to quell the images that threatened to come to the forefront of his mind. He couldn't see that again, he couldn't live through that again. Not after the last time.

"Well, Commander? I don't think this is an opportunity you want to let pass by."

An opportunity? How could she sit there and be excited by the information?

"What do you know?" he asked looking at Trent.

"I know the date, time, location and even who's hosting it."

"But you don't get anything unless my client walks no charges and no forced antidote," Rains said, cutting in before Trent had a chance to say more.

"How soon?"

The two whispered to each other again before he answered, "This week."

He felt sick. His chair scraped across the floor as he stood, mumbling 'excuse me' as he fled the room. Trowa was there in the hallway waiting for him.

"We have to take the deal."

"I know," he said trying to calm his racing heart and keep from hyperventilating. Looking up into Trowa's pale face made him feel somewhat better. Here was someone who understood what an Auction meant, who didn't talk about it as if it were an everyday occurrence. "I need to check with Chase."

"He should be in the building."

He nodded and left the other man to watch over their suspect as he went in search of Commander Harvey Chase.

When Heero had started with the Preventors, Chase had not only been his commander but his mentor as well. Heero had connected with a man in a way he hadn't with anyone since Odin Lowe. The 6'4, blond hair, blue-eyed man had taken him under his wing and showed him that grunting and glaring at people wouldn't solve every case. He taught Heero how to deal with politicians, lawyers, and suspects and helped him learn to adjust to working with a system full of rules that Heero would have rather avoided. Without Chase, Heero didn't think he would have made it as far as he had in the Preventors.

So caught up in his own thoughts, or at least avoiding the ones dealing with the Auction, he didn't realize that he'd made it to the Commanders' meeting room until he walked in and stopped the conversation with his sudden entrance.

"Commander Yuy?" Chase questioned standing up straight from where he'd been leaning over the table going over files with the five other members of his team who sat looking at him.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," he started trying to pull his mind back on task, "I have a suspect in custody in association with Dr M."

"Yeah?"

"He's asking to make a deal if we drop all the charges against him. He says he has information on an upcoming Auction."

Every eye in the room was riveted to him; some of Chase's team had even stopped mid-motion to stare at him.

"What do you know about it?" Heero continued.

"We've heard rumors about it but we haven't been able to find anything concrete," Chase looked at the table then back to Heero. "He's your only lead, isn't he?"

Heero nodded.

"Shit," the older man said with feeling. "You've got to take the deal. You know what's at stake here."

"I know. I just needed to confirm that there was some truth behind it."

Chase nodded at that rubbing the blond stubble on his chin. "Has he told you anything?"

"Only that it's sometime this week."

"Damn. Take the deal but don't let him loose until after the raid. Once we take these sickos down then set him free."

"Do you want to question him yourself?"

"No, I'll let you handle that. I'll have enough trouble trying to get a squad together in time."

"Alright."

"Heero," Chase called grabbing his shoulder before he could turn to leave the room. "You know that if we find anything that'll help your case we'll send it your way."

"I know," Heero said touched by the gesture.

"Thank you, Heero."

He made his way back to the interrogation room, heading into observation room first. Trowa stood, leaning against the window watching Rains and Trent. He looked up at Heero as he entered.

"Chase confirmed it. He asked me to take the deal."

Trowa only nodded.

"I have him right here in my hands, Trowa, and he's slipping through my fingers."

"We'll find something else, someone else."

"By the time we find them they'll be dead or Dr M will be long gone.”

"I know, but we have no choice. We have to-

"-take the deal. I know but I have an idea. Trent might not be willing to give up Dr M's name and location but maybe he'll tell us something else."

"It's worth a try."

He walked out of the room after that and back into the interrogation room. Rains and Trent stopped talking to look at him. He took his place across from the two at the small table.

"So do we have a deal, Commander?"

"Not yet, Ms. Rains. I have some questions fro Mr. Montgomery first."

"Alright, Commander, ask your questions but I won't guarantee that my client will answer."

"How do you know about the Auction?"

"A guy I know works security for the guy hosting it. He told me all about it."

"Were you also apart of the Auction?"

"I'm not into that shit," Trent replied angrily.

"Where are you going with this, Commander?"

"Your client seems to have his hands in a lot of illegal activity, Ms Rains. How do I know that once we take this deal, I won't have to arrest him again?"

"'Cause I haven't done anything else! I'm not in on the Auction, I just know a guy."

"So I should assume that you weren't going to tell authorities about the Auction? You were going to pretend it wasn't happening?"

"Fuck you!"

"That's enough, Commander."

"I just want to have my facts straight. I want to know who you're asking me to let back onto the streets. Why would rollover on your friend, the auctioneer, and not your employer, the murderer?"

"Because he'd fucking kill me. I say his name and I'm dead. I give him up and I'm dead. But this? This I can give up and be okay."

"You're dead either way if he did your splicing."

"I got this done before I met him. It's why he asked me to work for him. Said he was looking for like-minded people."

"Trent don't say anything else," Rains said putting a restraining hand on his shoulder before turning to Heero. "Do we have a deal or not, Commander?"

"He tells me everything he knows about the Auction and I'll reduce the charges to illegal splicing."

"No. He talks and walks free. No charges and no antidote."

"Splicing is still illegal and the antidote is mandatory."

"There is a bill in the Senate right now to make splicing legal and the antidote a violation
against human rights."

"That bill hasn't been passed yet and if I drop all the charges and he walks someone else will pick him and no amount of plea-bargaining is going to help."

Rains leaned to whisper in Trent's ear and at his nod continued, "He takes the antidote and no jail time."

"Agreed. Now," he said, turning back to Trent, pulling a pen and pad from his inner jacket pocket, "tell me what you know."

"It's going to be held at the club, In Italy. They're playing it as a private engagement party, closed to the public. It's in two nights, starts at ten."

After that, Heero recorded the names of all the players Trent knew to be a part of the auction. He had the man repeat the information twice over to see how well he had his story together.

"I have another question, Trent."

"Okay."

"What is the doctor after? Why is going through with the splicing? He must know people are dying from it."

"What does every mad scientist want? Recognition. He's got this dream about being recognized for his work; just none of them have worked out yet."

"He's using these people as part of an experiment?"

"Yeah and they pay him to do it. You've got in the news and the papers not go anywhere near the guy and people just flock to him."

"What is he trying to do? What's his dream?"

"I don't know. All I know is that he goes around saying that the world is going to take note of his great work."

"And what will you do when we let you go?"

"You don't have to answer that Trent," Rains advised, touching Trent's shoulder again.

"Now that you guys found out about me he won't use me anymore. I'm out."

Heero nodded at that, not truly believing it. He already had plans of planting surveillance around Trent to see if the doctor tried to contact him. In the meantime, he escorted Trent, with Trowa following, back to his cell telling him that he would be let out as soon as the raid took place and his information was proven true.

"What do we do now?" Trowa asked.

"We call it a night and get the team together in the morning."