Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation ❯ Page II: Wonder What's Next ( Chapter 9 )

Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation - a GW fanfiction manifested via madness

By Masamune Reforged

WhenShootingStarsFall.com

Disclaimer: Don't own any of the characters, they are the property of Bandai, Sunrise or someone else, but not me. I use them for no-profit whatsoever, but for entertainment's gain.

Warnings: Yaoi (lots of pairings and lemons, mostly 1x2, 3x4 and some implied 13x6) cursing, drug use, violence, angst, insanity, cameos, AU, lunacy, racism. All the bad shit you'd see on the street is now in your fanfiction!

 

Note: Once again, I refer you to my website for info about the story, particularly the maps which are a great help in enjoying the AU. WhenShootingStarsFall.com

 

Page II: Wonder what's next.

Part A “Report to the 106th Precinct, Attention: Captain Zechs Merquise”.

Zechs's POV

 

Inter-departmental Correspondence

 

For Metro Police Officers and City Officials ONLY

 

Re-transmission or reiteration of enclosed information to unqualified peoples is a Class B Felony and will result in severance, without pay, from the Metro Police Department and a precinct investigation.

 

 

To: Captain Zechs Merquise

106th Precinct

Metro Police Department

609 Rolling Hills Plaza

Gotham, XX 0606-13

 

 

From: Lieutenant Lucrezia Noin

109th Precinct

Metro Police Department

F____ Building

2nd Floor

Royal Bluff, XX 0909-11

 

 

Subject: Report on Armed Robbery and 106th Casualties

 

 

Date: 3:59 AM 12/17/--

 

 

Enclosures: (2)

 

Zechs,

 

I must apologize for the informal nature of this report. You will receive the full, department-endorsed report in a week, maybe two. In the mean time I believe we owe it to the 106th to give you as much information as we have on the robbery and the events that transpired immediately after the Quik Stop Convenience Store, located at 46-90 Second Avenue (near intersection of Second and 25th Street) in Gotham XX, was surrounded.

 

A member of your 106th Precinct, Joseph Doe Oz, was shot and killed. A letter from Decorated Captain Une is attached

 

Three officers were injured. Two members of the 109th were knocked unconscious in an alley off of First Avenue, near Royal Park's eastern entrance. Otto L. Barbuta, of your 106th, exchanged fire with one of the criminals and sustained two gunshot wounds. A bullet lodged itself in the lower region of his spinal column. The doctors at Aeirith Hospital inform me that, as of now, he will need surgery to remove the bullet and that there has been extensive damage to his nervous system. The head of surgery told me in confidence that he believes it is unlikely Otto will be able to walk again.

 

I am very sorry Zechs.

 

I apologize for the failure of my unit in apprehending the criminals. Two men, one masked, another not, took two hostages and exited through an old emergency exit. A fifth, Wufei Chang, a student at the University, was forced at gunpoint to be a decoy and was stopped near his dormitory. Mr. Chang claims he never got a good look at either suspect's face.

 

The cashier who we found inside says he was tortured by one of the perpetrators, but is uncooperative with providing details. I believe he thinks his life will be in danger if he identifies the criminals. He is currently under police protection at Aeirith Hospital.

 

The only security camera in the building was destroyed. Our lab is trying to repair the damaged tape, but we will probably need assistance from Federal. A bullet slug was taken from the camera. Sergeant Walker of the 106th claims that the bullet in the camera is not the same type as the ones recovered from the alley where Otto and Oz were shot. As you know, he is one of the best ballistics experts in Metro.

 

Of the two cars parked nearby, one was registered to Mr. Quatre Winner who was possibly taken hostage. The second car's license is a fake, as is the registration. It is not clear whom the second car belongs to or how it is connected with the robbery. It has been impounded at the 111th Precinct garage.

 

That is all for now,

 

Lieutenant Lucrezia Noin, 109th Precinct

 

P.S. I want to find these guys as much as you. But please don't push yourself too hard like you always do.

 

 

Dear Captain Merquise,

 

 

Everyone here at the 111th Metropolitan Precinct has their thoughts and prayers with the brave men and women of the 106th Precinct at this time. It has recently come to our attention that Joseph Doe Oz, officer with the 106th, has fallen in the line of duty while defending the freedoms and ensuring the peace of this great country's citizens. His distinguished services will serve as a guideline by which every member of the Metro Police Department will try to live by. His memory will not be forgotten. The best way to honor -

 

 

I dropped the papers. Reading any further was pointless, and I cared not to do it. The papers landed on a heap of other papers, forms, copies of photographs, copies of copies of faxes. I needed to sign all of them, and though they had been editted (edited) and checked by at least three other officers, I insisted on looking over the final version before it came out.

 

You see, every letter, memo, report, etc., had my name on it. I had not produced any of the words, harbored none of the ideals, and yet my name was to go on everything, my signature the `stamp' of approval. I tried to read everything that came across my desk, but doing that and keeping up with the several cases and investigations I was currently heading up proved daunting at times.

 

I rubbed my neck through the length of platinum blonde hair and took a gulp from my coffee mug. The coffee was cold. My neck and back were sore. I had spent the entire day trapped behind my desk. I had not moved other than to go to the bathroom and give the daily briefing to the men. My doctor warned me the pains in my back and my frequent headaches were signs I was overworking.

 

And now, a different kind of pain. A completely new nemesis. Metro, the largest city in the world, constantly offered new adversaries. You lock up one rapist, one drug dealer, and a new one comes in from overseas, a child becomes a gang member, a man murders his wife. The underground, the shadowy figures, never come clearly into focus unless it's to destroy something innocent or beautiful. And I'm left taking shots into the darkness, only praying that what I kill is the real enemy.

 

It hurts, playing by the rules. The greatest foe is the self. I've tied my hands, severely crippling the chances of catching the culprit, by obeying the rules and keeping vigil to the laws. But it is beginning to wear me thin. I can only wonder sometimes, might I need to become like the bastards I hunt in order to track them down? Is breaking the law the only way to uphold it?

 

This time, for Otto's sake, I might just break a few of the rules...

 

-end Zechs' POV

-end Report to the 106th, Attention: Capt. Zechs Merquise. Part A of Page II.

Sex, Substances, Sin, Salvation

 

Next: Same Shit, Different Day, Quatre's.

 

 

ID Notes:

Otto (helps develop the Tallgeese, does a suicide run on the Alliance held Sanq Kingdom stronghold, friend of Zechs) never has a last name in Gundam Wing. I just made up Otto L. Barbuta, because a barbuta is a helmet, and I always thought of him as protecting Zechs. For a great fanfic about Otto, read Hope of Dawn's “Fealty” series, at LINK

 

Joe Oz is nobody. He's just a name I gave to represent one of the countless OZ soldiers killed by the Gundam Wing pilots.

 

Decorated Captain Une is the same Une from Gundam Wing. She is the head of the Metro City Police Department in this story.

 

You have to know who Noin is. Here she's also in the police force (but at a different precinct than Zechs).

 

References: “Wonder What's Next” is the title of a very good CD by Chevelle. I use it as the title for Page II because even I didn't know what was coming next in this story until I started working on these parts.