Gundam Wing Fan Fiction ❯ There Goes the World ❯ Chapter 5 ( Chapter 5 )
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Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.23.2002 | Updated On: 03.10.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 199 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Gundam Wing Fan Fiction | Genre(s): / Drama / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 02.23.2002 | Updated On: 03.10.2002 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.2K | Visits: 199 | Status: Completed
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"What he meant, of course, was that there would always be wars, that they were as easy to stop as glaciers." --Kurt Vonnegut in "Slaughter House Five"
There Goes the World
Chapter 5
"I was informed that you wished to speak with me." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," Heero said. "I do."
Nezumi nodded and took a seat on a sofa; she gestured for Heero and Duo to do like wise. Roger went into a separate room to give the pilots and Nezumi some privacy while they talked. Once they were seated silence reigned in the room. Duo fidgeted and waited for Heero to say something, after all Heero was the one who wanted this meeting. Heero remained silent, now that he had his target in front of him he had no idea what to say to her. Instead, he gave Nezumi a hard searching stare, which, surprisingly, she easily returned, and sized her up.
She was young, still in her mid-teens. Heero could see the outline of her small, thin body through her loose shirt and jeans. Fine dark brown locks fell to her shoulder and framed her pale face, and long bangs fell into her gray-blue eyes. There was no commanding presence about her, and her voice had been soft, not at all suited to persuading people to her cause with fiery speeches as many great leaders could. However, there was a cool quick look in her eyes that suggested intelligence and confidence. Overall, Nezumi Houkyo looked rather unremarkable; definitely not what one would imagine a former leader of a communist cult would look like.
Duo sat there, silently observing the staring contest, until he couldn't take the silence anymore. He said the first thing that popped into his head, which also happened to be one of the stupidest things he could say, and he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. "So what kind of name is Nezumi? Were your parents drunk when they came up with it?"
Heero wanted to slap his friend in the head for the idiocy of the question, but remained in his seat and settled for a glare at his comrade. Nezumi simply raised an eyebrow at Duo. When she didn't speak for a moment, Duo started to get nervous, afraid that he had just offended someone who had a number of loyal followers willing to kill anyone who offended their leader. Finally, she spoke and Duo let out a breath of relief that he didn't remember holding.
"It's not my real name. It's a nickname my brother gave me."
Duo was even more relieved to note that there was not a hint of annoyance or anger in her small voice when she spoke. "So what's your real name?"
"I'll tell you my real name as soon as your friend tells me his."
Duo became dumbfounded and looked between Heero and Nezumi. He, of course, knew that Heero Yuy wasn't his friend's real name, but that wasn't exactly common knowledge. It certainly wasn't something that she was supposed to know.
Heero scowled slightly. "How do you know Heero isn't my name?"
"You Preventers need a better security system on your network," she replied with an innocent smile.
Heero's scowl deepened. "You can hack into the Preventers' network?"
Nezumi nodded, "Why else wouldn't you have any information on the Bolsheviks. I had been deleting all of it until I left."
Heero considered what he had heard, and knew there had to be truth to it. He had been surprised that the Preventers knew so little of the Bolsheviks because the Preventers had a very good intelligence department. Bolsheviks hackers tampering with the system would explain the lack of information on the group. "Then I assume you know why we're here."
She nodded, "I don't need Preventers to protecting me so just go back to Earth."
"Hey, babe," Duo said, "this isn't an offer you can turn down. Heero and I have a mission, so we're going to protect you whether you like it or not. Besides, Heero would never leave mission uncompleted."
"This is not a mission that you need to do. My life isn't in danger."
Duo nearly let his jaw hit the floor. "Uh, excuse me, but in case you haven't noticed there are some wacko communist people trying to kill you."
"They're not trying to kill me. They want me because they're afraid I'll leak out their plan, which isn't a problem since I have no intention of telling anyone or stopping them."
"Hold on a minute there. You know what they're planning to do, but you're not going to stop them OR tell us about it?" She nodded. "Would you mind telling me why? Because I thought that you didn't like communism anymore."
"Communism doesn't work, so their plan won't succeed. Besides, they will never have the support they require. Eventually, they will either stage a rebellion and fail miserably or simply disappear from existence."
"But what if you're wrong?" Heero finally spoke up. "They might gain the support they need, and then they'll be war again."
"They'll never get the kind of support that they require, and they need a lot more then my help. So I don't see how protecting me is going to stop a war."
"Are you sure?" Heero asked. "If the only reason they want you is to keep you quiet they could easily silence you with a bullet. I think you're far more important to the Bolsheviks than you're letting on." Nezumi shrugged in an effort to seem at ease with the situation. However, Heero had seen the quick glare she had sent him.
"Perhaps, I am important to their plan, but that doesn't change anything. I am already being protected so I don't really need your help." She stood up from her perch on the sofa. "Now, unless there is something else you wish to discuss with me this conversation is over." She turned and started to walk toward a nearby door, but Heero was up and firmly holding her wrist before she could reach it.
"They'll find you eventually if you just keep hiding like this. Roger won't be able to protect you forever." She gave him a cold glare, and had Heero been anyone else he would have been intimated by it. He wasn't anyone else, and he stood his ground by giving her his own glare.
"And I suppose that you can?"
He nodded stiffly.
She was silent for a moment as she thought over the Preventer's mission. They said they just wanted to protect her, but she knew that it had to be a lie. They just wanted her to trust them so that she would go with them. Then they would use her for information. They would use her the same way the Bolsheviks had used her. At least that's what Nezumi thought would happen.
Finally, she shook her head and somehow managed to free her wrist of Heero's grasp. She glared at him again. "No, you aren't any better then they are." She quickly left the room before Heero could stop her again.
Duo let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, that went well," he muttered sarcastically.
Roger then reappeared from the room he had entered earlier. "Come on," he said. "I'll take you back to the bar."
Heero and Duo silently followed Roger out of the apartment. Their journey continued in silence for several minutes until Roger decided to speak. "You're right, Heero," he started as both young men looked up with interest. "She is more important to the Bolsheviks than she told you."
"How so?" Duo asked.
"Before she left she was in charge of most of the Bolsheviks intelligence system. Those spies and hackers were more loyal to her than the Bolsheviks." Roger smiled a bit. "She really believed in what the Bolsheviks were doing, the girl can't lie for shit either, so they trusted her and were loyal to her alone. When she left the loyalty of those spies was shaken, because they knew why Nezumi had left. After that more and more intelligence agents stopped obeying orders, and a lot left the whole organization. The Bolsheviks need her to get the spies and hackers under control, otherwise their plan won't work."
"So do you know what their plan is?"
"All I know is that they wanted to have some sort of massive virus on government computers. Then they were going to stage a coupe or something while the government was still down. I'm really not sure, I had to get Nezumi pretty drunk to even get her to tell me that much."
They soon reached the door to Roger's office, and stopped. "I might be able to help you out," Roger said as he leaned against the doorframe. "We think the Bolsheviks might have caught on to her hiding place. We need to move her some place new and soon. Get a car or whatever you need to take her to where you're hiding, and be here tonight at midnight. We'll knock her out with some sleeping pills or something so that you can transport her without any trouble. After that you'll just have to keep her away from the Bolsheviks."
Heero and Duo considered this offer. They looked at each other and silently agreed that it was the easiest way for them to get Nezumi. Heero nodded at Roger and stuck out his hand. "It's a deal," he told the older man, who solemnly took his hand.
"Just be careful with her," he warned them. "Despite what she told you back there, this really could start a war."
******
When Heero and Duo returned to their townhouse they were greeted by a horrible smell. Duo sniffed the air, trying to figure out the source of the foul odor. His nose lead him straight to the kitchen where the ingredients of his long forgotten omelet lay exactly where he had had left them that morning. Upon further inspection Duo found that the eggs had started to rot. Heero appeared in the kitchen doorway and frowned slightly as he looked over the decaying omelet ingredients.
"Eck, this stuff smells worse then shit!" Duo exclaimed as he poked at the egg carton as if he expected the eggs to have mutated during his absence.
Heero simply glared at Duo. "Why didn't you put this stuff away before we left?"
"Well, excuse me! But I only left this stuff out because you were in such a hurry to leave."
Heero ignored Duo's accusing tone and turned around. "Just clean it up," he said as he left, "and go buy more eggs."
Duo turned to face the assembled ingredients. "So much for the omelet," he muttered as he grabbed the milk carton, which had been sitting on the counter next to the eggs. He carefully sniffed at it to make sure it hadn't gone bad, and took a gulp right out of the carton when he decided that it was still good. Unfortunately for Duo, the strong odor of rotten eggs had masked the smell of sour milk, and he quickly spit it out on to the floor. "Ah, fuck! Now, I have to get more milk too." With that Duo set out on his new mission: destroy the rotten eggs and sour milk.
While Duo was busy cursing the eggs and milk for rottenness, Heero went upstairs to his room. He had to arrange for a car, which he could easily do by calling the local Preventers office, and inform Lady Une of the new developments in their mission.
The fact that their target was not a simple hacker was probably something that Une would like to know. Come to think of it, she would probably appreciate it if he told her that Nezumi had broken into the Preventers security system on more than one occasion, and that the girl was an important part of the Bolsheviks' plan. The fact that Nezumi didn't trust the Preventers might be useful, too.
After arranging a car for that night Heero mentally shifted through his new information and came to two conclusions. One, Nezumi wasn't going to make herself very easy to protect, and two, Lady Une was going to be more than a little pissed off.
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AN: I hope you liked the chapter. I blew off my history, physics, and english homework Thursday night to write most of it. Not that it mattered because my physics and english teachers weren't there Friday. Which reminds me, special thanks to my friend Ausie, who I am currently in the process of corrupting, for reviewing this fic. I don't know when the next chapter will be out. I have science horizons next weekend, and I need to finish my project. Anyway, please review, I appreciate all comments.
"What he meant, of course, was that there would always be wars, that they were as easy to stop as glaciers." --Kurt Vonnegut in "Slaughter House Five"
There Goes the World
Chapter 5
"I was informed that you wished to speak with me." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," Heero said. "I do."
Nezumi nodded and took a seat on a sofa; she gestured for Heero and Duo to do like wise. Roger went into a separate room to give the pilots and Nezumi some privacy while they talked. Once they were seated silence reigned in the room. Duo fidgeted and waited for Heero to say something, after all Heero was the one who wanted this meeting. Heero remained silent, now that he had his target in front of him he had no idea what to say to her. Instead, he gave Nezumi a hard searching stare, which, surprisingly, she easily returned, and sized her up.
She was young, still in her mid-teens. Heero could see the outline of her small, thin body through her loose shirt and jeans. Fine dark brown locks fell to her shoulder and framed her pale face, and long bangs fell into her gray-blue eyes. There was no commanding presence about her, and her voice had been soft, not at all suited to persuading people to her cause with fiery speeches as many great leaders could. However, there was a cool quick look in her eyes that suggested intelligence and confidence. Overall, Nezumi Houkyo looked rather unremarkable; definitely not what one would imagine a former leader of a communist cult would look like.
Duo sat there, silently observing the staring contest, until he couldn't take the silence anymore. He said the first thing that popped into his head, which also happened to be one of the stupidest things he could say, and he regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth. "So what kind of name is Nezumi? Were your parents drunk when they came up with it?"
Heero wanted to slap his friend in the head for the idiocy of the question, but remained in his seat and settled for a glare at his comrade. Nezumi simply raised an eyebrow at Duo. When she didn't speak for a moment, Duo started to get nervous, afraid that he had just offended someone who had a number of loyal followers willing to kill anyone who offended their leader. Finally, she spoke and Duo let out a breath of relief that he didn't remember holding.
"It's not my real name. It's a nickname my brother gave me."
Duo was even more relieved to note that there was not a hint of annoyance or anger in her small voice when she spoke. "So what's your real name?"
"I'll tell you my real name as soon as your friend tells me his."
Duo became dumbfounded and looked between Heero and Nezumi. He, of course, knew that Heero Yuy wasn't his friend's real name, but that wasn't exactly common knowledge. It certainly wasn't something that she was supposed to know.
Heero scowled slightly. "How do you know Heero isn't my name?"
"You Preventers need a better security system on your network," she replied with an innocent smile.
Heero's scowl deepened. "You can hack into the Preventers' network?"
Nezumi nodded, "Why else wouldn't you have any information on the Bolsheviks. I had been deleting all of it until I left."
Heero considered what he had heard, and knew there had to be truth to it. He had been surprised that the Preventers knew so little of the Bolsheviks because the Preventers had a very good intelligence department. Bolsheviks hackers tampering with the system would explain the lack of information on the group. "Then I assume you know why we're here."
She nodded, "I don't need Preventers to protecting me so just go back to Earth."
"Hey, babe," Duo said, "this isn't an offer you can turn down. Heero and I have a mission, so we're going to protect you whether you like it or not. Besides, Heero would never leave mission uncompleted."
"This is not a mission that you need to do. My life isn't in danger."
Duo nearly let his jaw hit the floor. "Uh, excuse me, but in case you haven't noticed there are some wacko communist people trying to kill you."
"They're not trying to kill me. They want me because they're afraid I'll leak out their plan, which isn't a problem since I have no intention of telling anyone or stopping them."
"Hold on a minute there. You know what they're planning to do, but you're not going to stop them OR tell us about it?" She nodded. "Would you mind telling me why? Because I thought that you didn't like communism anymore."
"Communism doesn't work, so their plan won't succeed. Besides, they will never have the support they require. Eventually, they will either stage a rebellion and fail miserably or simply disappear from existence."
"But what if you're wrong?" Heero finally spoke up. "They might gain the support they need, and then they'll be war again."
"They'll never get the kind of support that they require, and they need a lot more then my help. So I don't see how protecting me is going to stop a war."
"Are you sure?" Heero asked. "If the only reason they want you is to keep you quiet they could easily silence you with a bullet. I think you're far more important to the Bolsheviks than you're letting on." Nezumi shrugged in an effort to seem at ease with the situation. However, Heero had seen the quick glare she had sent him.
"Perhaps, I am important to their plan, but that doesn't change anything. I am already being protected so I don't really need your help." She stood up from her perch on the sofa. "Now, unless there is something else you wish to discuss with me this conversation is over." She turned and started to walk toward a nearby door, but Heero was up and firmly holding her wrist before she could reach it.
"They'll find you eventually if you just keep hiding like this. Roger won't be able to protect you forever." She gave him a cold glare, and had Heero been anyone else he would have been intimated by it. He wasn't anyone else, and he stood his ground by giving her his own glare.
"And I suppose that you can?"
He nodded stiffly.
She was silent for a moment as she thought over the Preventer's mission. They said they just wanted to protect her, but she knew that it had to be a lie. They just wanted her to trust them so that she would go with them. Then they would use her for information. They would use her the same way the Bolsheviks had used her. At least that's what Nezumi thought would happen.
Finally, she shook her head and somehow managed to free her wrist of Heero's grasp. She glared at him again. "No, you aren't any better then they are." She quickly left the room before Heero could stop her again.
Duo let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, that went well," he muttered sarcastically.
Roger then reappeared from the room he had entered earlier. "Come on," he said. "I'll take you back to the bar."
Heero and Duo silently followed Roger out of the apartment. Their journey continued in silence for several minutes until Roger decided to speak. "You're right, Heero," he started as both young men looked up with interest. "She is more important to the Bolsheviks than she told you."
"How so?" Duo asked.
"Before she left she was in charge of most of the Bolsheviks intelligence system. Those spies and hackers were more loyal to her than the Bolsheviks." Roger smiled a bit. "She really believed in what the Bolsheviks were doing, the girl can't lie for shit either, so they trusted her and were loyal to her alone. When she left the loyalty of those spies was shaken, because they knew why Nezumi had left. After that more and more intelligence agents stopped obeying orders, and a lot left the whole organization. The Bolsheviks need her to get the spies and hackers under control, otherwise their plan won't work."
"So do you know what their plan is?"
"All I know is that they wanted to have some sort of massive virus on government computers. Then they were going to stage a coupe or something while the government was still down. I'm really not sure, I had to get Nezumi pretty drunk to even get her to tell me that much."
They soon reached the door to Roger's office, and stopped. "I might be able to help you out," Roger said as he leaned against the doorframe. "We think the Bolsheviks might have caught on to her hiding place. We need to move her some place new and soon. Get a car or whatever you need to take her to where you're hiding, and be here tonight at midnight. We'll knock her out with some sleeping pills or something so that you can transport her without any trouble. After that you'll just have to keep her away from the Bolsheviks."
Heero and Duo considered this offer. They looked at each other and silently agreed that it was the easiest way for them to get Nezumi. Heero nodded at Roger and stuck out his hand. "It's a deal," he told the older man, who solemnly took his hand.
"Just be careful with her," he warned them. "Despite what she told you back there, this really could start a war."
******
When Heero and Duo returned to their townhouse they were greeted by a horrible smell. Duo sniffed the air, trying to figure out the source of the foul odor. His nose lead him straight to the kitchen where the ingredients of his long forgotten omelet lay exactly where he had had left them that morning. Upon further inspection Duo found that the eggs had started to rot. Heero appeared in the kitchen doorway and frowned slightly as he looked over the decaying omelet ingredients.
"Eck, this stuff smells worse then shit!" Duo exclaimed as he poked at the egg carton as if he expected the eggs to have mutated during his absence.
Heero simply glared at Duo. "Why didn't you put this stuff away before we left?"
"Well, excuse me! But I only left this stuff out because you were in such a hurry to leave."
Heero ignored Duo's accusing tone and turned around. "Just clean it up," he said as he left, "and go buy more eggs."
Duo turned to face the assembled ingredients. "So much for the omelet," he muttered as he grabbed the milk carton, which had been sitting on the counter next to the eggs. He carefully sniffed at it to make sure it hadn't gone bad, and took a gulp right out of the carton when he decided that it was still good. Unfortunately for Duo, the strong odor of rotten eggs had masked the smell of sour milk, and he quickly spit it out on to the floor. "Ah, fuck! Now, I have to get more milk too." With that Duo set out on his new mission: destroy the rotten eggs and sour milk.
While Duo was busy cursing the eggs and milk for rottenness, Heero went upstairs to his room. He had to arrange for a car, which he could easily do by calling the local Preventers office, and inform Lady Une of the new developments in their mission.
The fact that their target was not a simple hacker was probably something that Une would like to know. Come to think of it, she would probably appreciate it if he told her that Nezumi had broken into the Preventers security system on more than one occasion, and that the girl was an important part of the Bolsheviks' plan. The fact that Nezumi didn't trust the Preventers might be useful, too.
After arranging a car for that night Heero mentally shifted through his new information and came to two conclusions. One, Nezumi wasn't going to make herself very easy to protect, and two, Lady Une was going to be more than a little pissed off.
*******
AN: I hope you liked the chapter. I blew off my history, physics, and english homework Thursday night to write most of it. Not that it mattered because my physics and english teachers weren't there Friday. Which reminds me, special thanks to my friend Ausie, who I am currently in the process of corrupting, for reviewing this fic. I don't know when the next chapter will be out. I have science horizons next weekend, and I need to finish my project. Anyway, please review, I appreciate all comments.