Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ The Shini Pack ❯ Quatre's Stress Pt 2 ( Chapter 14 )

Title: The Shini Pack

Author: ChimeraDragon

Pairings: 1x2x1 3x4x3 5xOCx5

Warnings: AU, scattered lemons, Supernatural, possible OOC but only very minorly

Author Note: This is continued with permission from Lady Hex (Hex-Chan) and she has her own version. The two split at chapter four.

 

Chapter 14: Quatre's Stress Pt 2

 

At Hunter Headquarters . . .

 

“Lieutenant Winner,” the Hunters' leader snapped at Quatre who sat facing the top five members of the Hunters Clan. “How do you explain your complete and utter failure to capture the two 19's three months ago?”

“Sir, the two 19's in question not once acted in the typical fashion of a lycanthrope. One of them didn't even know that he was one until the night I witnessed his Change,” Quatre replied.

“Is it true that the tall 19 was; in fact, your lover?”

“Yes, Sir,” Quatre replied, averting his eyes. / But I still love him. I hope Heero gets that email soon. /

Gasps were heard. Quatre Winner was one of the b3est Hunters around, and he had been literally sleeping with the enemy.

“Did you let your lover go? Give him fair warning and a chance to flee?”

“No Sir. Though in my heart I wanted to. I know my duty to the Hunters comes first and foremost. I tried my hardest to track them down. Unfortunately, they did manage to lose me. You must also realized, they are both former Gundam Pilots.”

“Mangy animals do not have the skill necessary to pilot a Mobile Suit! Let alone an advanced one! Stop lying to cover your tracks! Admit it! You LET HTME GO!”

“NO!” Quatre shouted, standing up from his chair. “I did no such thing! Ask any of my comrades and they will tell you that I have NEVER betrayed the Hunters. Ever,” Quatre hissed low and menacingly. “I am extremely insult by the mere insinuation that I would stoop to the level of betraying the Hunters. I would resign before I would ever betray them.”

“But isn't it true, Lieutenant,” an older woman with long black hair and a full British accent interrupted, “that you mostly search for the nests of only those lycanthropes that have gone wild and actually killed innocent humans?”

“Yes, but there is a method to that,” Quatre explained calmly. “Those that have not attacked humans are not an immediate threat. Therefore we can eliminated the most dangerous first and then move on down.”

“I see, your explanation has a valid point,” the woman conceded. “But it still doesn't excuse your behavior concerning the two 19's three months ago. You had already befriended them, why didn't you follow them?”

“Because it would have raised suspicions. Besides the fact that I was still in chock over finding out that two of the people I had entrusted my life to are lycanthropes!” Quatre replied. “And I'm not sure how they found the tacking devices but they did and got rid of them.”

“Very well, we shall excuse your short comings this time because you are one of our best,” the woman said with a sigh. “Just try not to let it happen again.”

“Thank you, ma'am,” Quatre replied with a slight bow. “Shall I return to Preventer's Headquarters and see if they decide to show themselves sooner?”

“Yes, they will likely try to keep up their disguise by resuming a normal life. Keep a sharp eye out for them,” his commanding officer told him.

“Yes, Sir. I will,” Quatre said and saluted sharply.

“You may return your quarters to retrieve your personal items before you go back to Preventer's Headquarters. You're dismissed.”

Quatre nodded and left. He quickly packed up his few possessions that traveled with him no matter what.

KNOCK. KNOCK.

“Who's there?” Quatre asked sharply.

“Lieutenant Quatre, I have the book you requested,” the person on the other side of the door replied.

“You may enter,” Quatre replied as he changed from his black Hunter's jacket to the dark brown Preventer's jacket.

One of the newest privates timidly walked into his room carrying a worn, black leather cased book.

“Ah, thank you,” Quatre said gently taking the book for the young man. “go about your business, I'll be working on this.”

“Yes Sir,” the private said with a quick salute and left quickly.

“I shall discover your secrets in due time,” Quatre said to the book. He opened the first page of the book and gasped. “I know I've seen this kind of writing before! But where was it?” He scanned several of the pages, noting absently that the date was in
Basic English.

Grabbing his bag and heading out the door he continued flipping through the pages. “That's interesting. All of the entries stop the year the war started. I wonder why that is?”

“See you later Lieutenant. And good luck with that book,” his female superior said as she passed him in the hallway.

“Thank you ma'am ,” Quatre replied with an inclination of his head.

He quickly boarded the plane that would take him to Preventer's Heaquarters.

“Wait for me Trowa, I promise to never hurt you. May Allah protect you,” Quatre whispered as he looked out the window of the plane.

He booted up his laptop and checked for any messages from Heero. There was one.

 

Q.W.

I'll talk to him when I see him.

Take Care.

H.Y.

 

 

Quatre smiled and slept the rest of the plane ride.

TBC . . .