Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ Tank Police Division 195 ❯ Thursday Afternoon Coffee Break ( Chapter 10 )

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Tank Police Division 195
Chapter Ten: Thursday Afternoon Coffee Break

How goes it, Captain? Sally inquired as she stopped at Captain Scot's desk with a stack of papers.

It goes nowhere. Scot growled from behind an even bigger stack of papers. I have to finish this paperwork before quittin' time or the Chief's gonna send me to Child Welfare again.

I'd offer to help, but I have to give Une my paperwork right now.

Couldn't you give me a hand afterwards? Captain Scot pleaded.

Oooh, sorry but I'll be on my break. Good luck, sir! and with that, she walked off.

Damn you, Po!

Down in the tank pit, Noin, Milliardo and all the officers on break were enjoying what was deemed 'Tank Police Interrogation,' the most popular form of
entertainment in the division. This afternoon's contestant/victim: a man called
Zura who was arrested for murder, assault with a deadly weapon, and three
counts of breaking and entering; and that was just today. He was being
restrained by two officers on a makeshift stage.

Hi everybody! a perky female officer dressed in a bunny outfit (1) waved
enthusiastically at the eager crowd. I'm Officer Gina DeFreitas and it's time
to play Wheel of Misfortune! Allow me to introduce today's host, Officer Jim
Greenley! A redheaded officer in his late thirties walked onto the stage.

Hey it's great to be here! So who's ready to play? a chorus of cheers erupted in the pit.

As Jim rattled off the 'contestant's' rap sheet, Heero and Trowa came in and stood by Noin and Milliardo.

Did we miss anything? Heero asked, eagerly.

Nah, they're just getting ready to start. Noin grinned.

All right everybody! Gina smiled. Place your bets as to how long you think this joker will last! A few officers went around getting wagers and then the real fun started.

A wheel was brought out with a random assortment of painful, yet non-lethal (most of the time anyway) torture techniques. Gina spun the wheel animatedly; Zura remained impassive as the pointer landed on 'Salem-style Water Torture (2)'.

There's one we haven't seen for a while, Jim! Gina smiled.

Quite true, Gina! Jim nodded. While Officers Maconber and Leone tie up Zura here, let's pick a member of the audience to play the mini game!

How aboutLieutenant Wilson! Come on up here Dave! A man in his late thirties
walked up to the platform as two other tank policemen wheeled in what looked
like a dunk tank. Okay Dave, here's how our mini game works: I have two dice.
Roll 'em and that's how many times we dunk this bastard into the water. If he
holds out the entire time you get 10 times the amount you rolled. If he talks,
you get nothing. Are you ready to play?

I sure am, Gina! Lieutenant Wildon said, casting a malicious grin at Zura.
You'd better not talk, I need the money.

Roll the bones! Wilson blew on the dice and rolled them onto a small table. A two and a three! That means five dunkings for our guest here!

Hey wait a minute! Zura protested. You can't do that! It's against my human therest of the sentence was cut off as he was plunged into the tank. Twenty
seconds passed before he was hauled out of the water only to be dunked back in
again five seconds later.

By the way, Trowa turned to Noin, ignoring the protests of the tortured man. who was that guy that came here yesterday?

Which one? A lot of guys came in here. Noin replied.

The one that wasn't in handcuffs.

The really creepy looking guy. Heero added.

Oh, that guy. Noin said. I dunno. He seemed to have an appointment with
Chief Une though.

Really? I wonder what about. Trowa mused. Oh, hey. Looks like Dave just one fifty dollars. Heero and Noin looked back up at the stage where Lieutenant Wilson was happily counting his money; a very waterlogged Zura glared at his
tormenters.

Well it looks like it's time to spin the wheel again! Gina enthused as she gave the wheel of woe a spin. Round and round it goes! Where it stops well we'll soon find out! The wheel slowed to a stop and landed on

Fun with Live Grenades! Jim cheered.

Is that safe? Heero asked Milliardo.

Well, no one's been killedyet. Milliardo said negligently.

Ah. The suspect was secured (kicking and screaming) to a wheel and a grenade was stuffed into his mouth.

It's time for our second mini game. Jim continued. Who is our next contestant, Gina?

Why it's none other than our favorite little rookie: Officer Quatre Winner! Gina said, dragging the blonde onto the stage.

But Quatre began to protest. Gina bento over to whisper in his ear.

Loosen up a little. It's all in good fun and no one's going to get hurt. Besides, you might find that you like this. Quatre sighed in response and said he'd give it a try. That's the spirit!

The game worked as such: Quatre was to spin the wheel that the helpless suspect was strapped to as hard as he could. At some point, the grenade (and possibly the grenade pin) would fall out of Zura's mouth. The wheel itself was separated
like a roulette wheel with slots worth various prizes. Wherever the grenade
landed that's what the player won. If the pin comes out of the grenade in the
process, whatever appendage/body part it landed near would theoretically get
blown to kingdom come.

Upstairs, on the third floor, Wufei and Duo were missing out on all of the fun. They had been assigned to Mr. Tseratopolis' journal in hopes of finding a lead. So far they had learned nothing useful.

This is so boring. Duo groaned. We've been at this for four hours now and still no idea as to who ordered those guys to blow up the store or why, not to mention where Tseratopolis ran off to.

So far we've just been looking at the early entries to get some background info on Tseratopolis. Wufei muttered. Let's start with what we know right now. We
know that Tseratopolis has lived in this city all of his life. He married young
and had four kids.

His wife died fifteen years ago. Duo continued. Three of his kids got married, the other one died when he was fourteen. Cause of death: a severe allergic reaction to jellyfish venom (3).

Angeline, the eldest, is married to Peter Kersner, an artist. They have no kids but they do have a little terrier called Mishi.

Tania, the middle child, married Eric Vicor and they have a son called Matthew. They live in Sussix, England. Duo hummed. That leaves the youngest, Christopher.

He got married to an onna called Naomi and they live in Lacter City. They've got two kids, twins, and three cats. Wufei made an annoyed grunt. The family travels a lot because Christopher works as a corporate liaison and Naomi takes the cats to shows.

Dull, boring, and beside the point. Why don't we stop for now, get something to eat, and come back to this?

Fine by me. Wufei replied, stretching. He almost fell over when an explosion rocked the building's foundations. What the hell was that?!

The people who could currently answer that question were, at that moment, either
grumbling about losing money, collecting their winnings, passed out, or
laughing like idiots.

Oh my God! Heero wiped a tear from his eyes, he had been laughing that hard (4). Did you see the look on that guy's face?! Trowa, who was still trying to
catch himself, could only nod weakly through his laughter.

What had happened was this: Midway through the spin, the grenade had come out of
Zura's mouth and made its merry way around the wheel. The wheel slowed, the
grenade landed in a slot to the right of Zura's head. It was then that they
noticed that the grenade was missing its pin. No one except the suspect and
Quatre seemed to care as the latter had just won himself a fifty dollars. While
this was being celebrated, the suspect started confessing rapidly (even to
things the police hadn't known he was responsible for). A split second before
the grenade exploded, a hatch below the grenade opened and shut and the grenade
was dropped into the unused sub-basement of the building that had been used to
store seized explosives. The grenade exploded, the suspect fainted, and the Tank
Police got their confession. A nice wrap-up for today's coffee break.

On the other side of town, the man who had visited the 195th the
previous day was standing in the living room of a well-decorated penthouse
apartment. A shorter and less-muscular figure sat with his hands clasped in
front of him. Well Rashid, how is my son?

His empl o yer said that he's been adjusting quite well to his position, Mr. Winner.

I see



1) I don't know about the rest of you girls, but I kinda like wearing a bunny
outfit.

2) Okay, during the Salem Witch Trials one way to determine whether or not someone was a witch was to dunk them into water repeatedly until they confessed.

3) That's what almost killed me once. It's not pleasant in the slightest. My skin itched, I couldn't keep any food down, it was hard to stay awake, and my head felt like someone pried my brain loose and it was sloshing about in my head. I got treated before I started to have trouble breathing but
I was sick for weeks.

4) I know it's hard, but try to imagine Heero laughing like a normal human being.