Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ There Goes the World ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

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Disclaimer: This should be obvious, but I'll say it anyway. I don't own Gundam Wing.

AN: This is my first try at fanfic of any kind, so I really don't know what I'm doing. But don't let that scare you off. I've actually received compliments on this fic. Enjoy.

WARNINGS: language and controversial opinions regarding religion and government.

"If liberty means anything at all, it means the right to tell people what they do not want to hear." --George Orwell

There Goes the World

Chapter 1

Duo Maxwell leaned back into his desk chair and stared at the pretty young woman standing in front of his desk. If the young woman, who happened to be Duo's secretary, had looked up from the electronic organizer that she was reading Duo's schedule from she would have noticed that it was a blank stare, and that he wasn't actually listening to a word she was saying. However, she didn't look up.

Duo tired to listen to her, he really did, but he had become tired of the dullness of office work. Recently, his mind had taken to wandering while his secretary told him his schedule each morning. Perhaps it was time for another practical joke; he considered this idea and possible victims while his secretary drowned on.

Certainly not Trowa, the heavyarms pilot never even seemed to care about Duo's practical jokes, which took all the fun out of it. Heero was bad choice, as well; Duo had ended up with a broken noise last time. That left Wufei; a smile tugged at Duo's lips. The worst that Wufei had ever done after being victim to Duo's jokes was chase him yelling about injustice. Perfect, he had a target, now all he needed was a good idea.

Then his secretary said something that caught Duo's interest. "Your last meeting for the day is with Lady Une."

Duo's curiosity was perked. Une usually only called meetings with him to give him new orders. "Do you know what it's about?" He asked.

The young women punched a few buttons on the palm-sized computer, and shook her head. "No, sir."

He grinned, he was getting new orders; Une was finally going to release him from his office cage and send him out into the field. There had been rumors of a new rebel group on L1, maybe his new orders were related to that.

It did not matter to Duo what it was, he would be glad for any excuse to escape the paperwork and redundancy of office life. He daydreamed about his new mission until his secretary announced that his first appointment of the day had just arrived. Duo inwardly cringed, and prepared himself for another dull day of office work.

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Finally, after hours of dull paper work and meetings, Duo entered Lady Une's office. Lady Une greeted him and waved from him to sit down in one of the chairs in front of her desk. As Duo took his seat, he saw that Heero occupied the other chair. The other Gundam pilot acknowledged Duo's presence with a simple nod. Duo wanted to roll his eyes: they had been friends for four years, and all he gets is a nod. However, Duo thought, a nod was much better then the glare that most people received as a greeting from Heero.

"I assume both of you have heard about the rebel cells we found on L1," Lady Une began, going straight to the point. Both pilots nodded in the affirmative. "Good, we have been interrogating the rebels we captured, and unfortunately they have connections to a much larger organization." A small screen on Lady Une's desk turned on, and started to display information. "We know that this new groups calls itself the Bolsheviks."

Heero raised an eyebrow at the name. "Wasn't that what the communist party during the Russian revolution?" he asked.

"Yes, it was. However, our new Bolsheviks only share a few similarities with the old. They are a religious group that supports the teachings of communism, thus the name. We're not entirely sure what their intentions are, but if they are true to their namesake they will want to end capitalism, and start a new order of communism. We have evidence that their cells are hidden in religious communes set up all over the Earth sphere in order to achieve this." Une leaned back in her desk chair, and paused for a moment before continuing. "We have encountered a bit of a road block in our efforts to stop them. The Bolsheviks have been very successful at making sure that no information gets out. We can't even be sure what communes they are affiliated with."

"I though that we got prisoners when we raided the cells," piped Duo.

"Not many. The Bolshevik cells always seem to know what we're doing; we suspect that their hackers have gained access to our network or we have a leak. Either way, every time we attack a cell it's ether been evacuated or there was a mass suicide."

A surprised look came over Duo's face, and even Heero raised an eyebrow at Une's statement. "Mass suicide?" Duo managed to stammer.

Une nodded sadly. "The Bolsheviks' religious front has its followers believing that capitalists are minions of Satan. They all rather die than be caught."

"What are we suppose to do?" Heero said in his usual monotone.

"I was just getting to that. We know that the Bolsheviks have a vast network of spies and hackers working for them that are just as loyal as their other followers. One captive was able to tell me something that I found rather interesting."

More data popped up onto the screen, with a drawing- the kind police use to find criminals- of a young girl besides it. "This young woman is known as Mouse. The Bolsheviks have been putting quite a bit of effort into locating her since she escaped from one of their communes a few months ago. Supposedly, she worked as a Bolshevik hacker and stole some vital information before escaping. Obviously, they want what she has. You two will find her and prevent that from happening."

Lady Une took a brown envelope out of her desk and slid it across the surface. "You will find all the information that you need in there, as well as your tickets on a shuttle to L1 tomorrow morning."

Heero grabbed the envelope from Une's desk. "Anything else?" he asked as he stood up.

"No, you are both dismissed." The pilots got up and walked out of Lady Une's office.

Once outside Duo threw his arm around Heero's shoulder. "Looks like you're stuck with me again, buddy." Duo grinned as Heero glared at him, and shrugged Duo arm off. "Ah, come on Heero, you know you love spending time with me."

"Hn," was Heero's reply.

Duo followed Heero into his office and sat down in the comfortable visitors' chair. He had no desire to return to his own office; he was too excited at the prospect of escaping it with his new mission. "So what do you think about these Bolsheviks people?"

"They're dangerous," Heero said without even looking up from his laptop. "Probably more so than the other rebellions."

Duo's curiosity became active. "What makes you say that?"

"I've read the files on them. They're using religion as a tool to gain followers and loyalty. A lot of people will believe whatever shit the Bolsheviks feed them simply because they're told it's some god's will."

"I take it that you're not a big fan of religion."

"Religion is one of man's deadliest creations. Especially when mixed with politics."

Duo mulled Heero's words over in his mind before speaking, and unconsciously fingered the cross around his neck. "You think we'll be able to stop them?"

"We have to," replied the former pilot while still typing away on his computer.

Duo silently agreed. They had only obtained peace a few years ago; it was far too soon to lose it. These Bolsheviks were playing with people's faith, and that never ended well. During the history of mankind such actions had lead to war more often than not.

Heero looked up from his computer toward Duo, "Don't you have work to do?"

"Nope, all done for today." Duo grinned and quickly decided on a new course for the conversation, which for once was not completely one sided. "Aren't you the least bit excited, Heero? We are going to L1, you know, you're childhood home."

"No."

"Why not? You'll be able to see all your old friends."

"I didn't have any friends."

Somehow Duo wasn't all that surprised. "Not even any old girl friends you'd like to see?" Duo teased.

"No," Heero said, emotionless as always.

"Ah, you're no fun Heero."

"Get out." Duo, for once, actually listened to Heero and left the office with a cheerful wave.

After Duo was gone Heero leaned back into his desk chair, and thought about his new mission. What did he think about going back to L1? It was, as Duo had said, his childhood home. Then again the past wasn't something that he really wanted to revisit.

Heero opened the envelope that contained his mission information, and laid its contains on his desk. Among the fake ids and documents that Heero and Duo would need to make their journey was a shiny CD. Heero slid it into the CD-ROM on his laptop and explored the files of the disc. The CD had a copy of all the Preventer's data on the Bolsheviks. The disc also contained information on all the citizens on L1 that fit the description of Mouse.

Heero clicked on the latter file and a list of names popped up onto his screen. It seemed as if the Bolshevik survivor had been rather talkative about Mouse. The list only consisted of just under two hundred names out of the thousands of citizens of L1. He scrolled down through the names, trying to find one that stood out. It wasn't long before he found one.

"Nezumi Houkyo," he read out loud.

European culture dominated the Earth sphere, and most modern names had their roots in that continent's languages. However, this name was definitely not a descendent of one of those languages. This name had its origins in the language of Heero's youth, Japanese. What made this name even more interesting was that nezumi meant mouse in Japanese.

A satisfied smirk crossed Heero's features. This mission was going to be easy.

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