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"Resume of a Terrorist and Heir"Written By: Dentelle_noir Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing AC or the
characters. GW belongs to Bandai, Sotsu and associated parties. This
is a work of fiction and written for fun, not profit Rating: PG 13 Warnings: AU, fluff Pairings: none Summary: Quatre goes in for a job interview "Resume of a Terrorist and Heir" “So...Why are you interested in a Job with Subway?” The man asked, he was heavily Arabian, with a noticeable accent. He seemed like a nice enough person, but looked tired, with stress-carved lines as his features.. Quatre blinked. How do you say in a non-weird way: ‘I wanted a job without killing. I wanted to be like a normal person at age 16. I wanted to get out from my father’s shadow’? “Well, it’s close to home for me, and I would like to work with the public.” Quatre decided with a smile. “I see, Do you have any health issues we need to know about? Previous injuries, Allergies?” He asked. Quatre did a mental check: he was immunized to 12 different truth serums, had nano-nites to cleans his blood of foreign experimental drugs, 8 bullet wounds scattered across him, a rapier wound to his side, quite a few deep scars from working with sharp, non-pliable gundanium, a few previous concussions and head wounds... “Nothing that should hinder me here, no.” The interviewer nodded, “So, tell me about yourself?” Quatre thought for a second. He flew a Gundam to protect the colonies, he had a body count higher than Heero (which Duo loved to tease his lover about), he could field-strip a riffle in under 15 seconds, he had conducted multi-billion dollar mergers and hostile takeovers of other companies... The interviewer was looking at his expectantly. “I...uh...I Play the Violin and the Piano?” The interviewer nodded appreciatively, “That takes a lot of discipline. And the violin is a beautiful instrument. So you have a lot of team experience then, being in a band and such?” “Well, I was tutored, actually.” Quatre smiled to hide his discomfort. He could say commanding a troop of 40 was good leadership experience. Uh, yes, Mr. Interviewer, I can lead; I lead a team of Middle Easter Soldiers on countless number of raids and attacks and demolished billions of dollars worth of goods and materials. Yeah, right. Quatre was really starting to re-consider that Preventers offer. The interviewer perused Quatre’s well-crafted resume for a few more minutes, the silence ticking away as Quatre began to fidget. The walls had some pretty interesting murals, yes indeed, and his shoes shone when he turned them a certain way, making the light dance across the wall. “If you were to work here, you would be responsible for upkeep as well. How to you feel about cleaning bathrooms?” Quatre smiled a bit unawares, caught only half paying attention. Thankfully his Winner-Heir training came in handy and his brain supplied him with the question within a few moments. “No. That sort of thing doesn’t bother me.” After cleaning up the blood, brains, and gore of once-friends, he could handle the messes left in a toilet, thank you very much. The interviewer blinked a few more times at him quietly, and scanned the resume in front of him again. “Do you have any kind of previous work experience?” He asked bluntly. “Oh yes,” Quatre answered. “I apprenticed at Winner Corp, under the CEO.” And I was a freaking Gundam Pilot, for pity’s sake. I have more life experience in my pinky than most people twice YOUR age, but that is 100% classified information, and I can’t tell you. The interviewer raised an eyebrow at that. “But nothing in retail? Or food service?” “Um, no. Not that sort of experience, persay.” “So, this would be your first REAL job, then.” Quatre wanted to hit him. “Uh. I...Guess so.” “Well then... Thanks, Don’t call us, we’ll call you. Have a good day.” The interviewer said, shaking Quatre’s hand and he returned to the back of the store from whence he came. Yeah, he needed to get a call to Une as soon as possible.
This whole “work like a normal person” thing was way overrated.
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