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"The Preventer Special Ops Vignettes"Written By: Dùlin
Archive: This arc is archived on this site with permission. Do not reproduce it anywhere without permission. Disclaimer : Gundam Wing ? Not mine ! Not mine
! *whines* Why ? Rating: Mostly PG for the moment, for bad words, ratings may come up in future vignettes. Warnings: Original Character POV, bad humour, some yaoi implications, and slaughter of a paramilitary organization. Probably some violence and language as the arc develops, but nothing too heavy. A tad angsty too, but really, I'm doing this for fun and relaxation so be prepared for anything. Pairings : rumored, hinted at, implied, drooled upon 1x2, 3x4, 5xS and 6x9 Spoilers: probably some for the whole series Notes: This story is set as a canon continuation beginning in AC 201. The five G-boys, Zechs and Noin are all Preventers and elite members of the famous Special Ops. They are also instructors for the newest members of that elite team. The series will not really deal with personal relationships strictly speaking. It will follow the point of view of several OCs, with some exceptions, and mostly deal with how people would react to working with the boys. And mostly, it is supposed to be at least a bit funny. *runs away from her angst muse* Thanks : Karina, Cozzy Bob, Winged Kitty, MORgan,
Deb, Sakusha, and everyone who reads.
The Preventer Special Ops Vignettes Vignette #4 - Close Combat 101
I was unable to sleep most of last night. Today is the day where things begin for real. First class at 8 AM sharp. We had orders to be in the gym in training suits, ready for our first close combat class. The least I can say is that I did not expect it to happen that way. **** Most of the floor is covered in soft mats, real combat tatamis of the best quality. I don’t know why I didn’t expect us to be doing anything physical on the first day. Looks like I was wrong. But I have to remind some people to take off their shoes before they step on the mats. We all stand at attention as Yuy and Winner get into the gym. Again, I am surprised, and I’m not the only one. We probably let it show on our faces, because Winner grins at us like the cat who ate the cream. I didn’t expect him of all people to be there. In fact, I expected all five of them to be there, it looks like standard procedure to me. I guess I’ll have to get used to non-standard procedure with those guys, which kind of makes sense. Apart from Po, Noin and Peacecraft, none of them were soldiers. They were terrorists. They made their own rules. And even the three others did it too in the end, so … Both Yuy and Winner take of their shoes and step on the mats too. They wear those form-hugging training suits again. They are much like ours, all black, in that soft new material that hugs your body but does not prevent you from moving and somehow evacuates sweat. But theirs have two silver bands on each arm and one around each thigh, to remind us that they are officers. Ours have nothing on them. Winners kneels on the floor, hands on his knees, in a typical student-in-a-dojo fashion and looks at us. Yuy remains standing. He is scowling a bit, like something is bothering him. I don’t know why I notice it more today, because as far as I remember, he is always scowling. Or he looks like it, not like we would know, with those bangs in front of his eyes. “Welcome to your first close combat class”, he finally says. His voice is deep, a bit low, and he has got a slight accent that sounds a bit like mine, and makes the words sing in his mouth. I don’t know why but right now, I’m thinking of my grandfather’s house in Old Japan. He bought one house in the land of our ancestors to spend the rest of his life, and I got to spend many happy vacations there. Funny, isn’t it ? A gorgeous guy speaks with my accent and I start thinking about an old man, and the country my folks came from before they emigrated on the colonies about a hundred years ago. It just feels right, a bit like home. **** “The point of this class is to perfect what you already learnt at the Academy”, Yuy keeps on. I never imagined him as the talking type, and I suspect usually he does not talk that much. Which is all the more a reason to listen to what he says. “In our business, we deal with a lot of people who don’t hesitate to kill. The gestures you are going to learn here must become reflexes, because they will probably save your life one day.” “I thought he had sworn not to kill ever again”, someone mutters not far from me and Yuy’s head snaps to the one who spoke. “Want to share your thoughts with the rest of the class ?”, he says impassively. The one who spoke pretends he did not do anything. With anyone else, it would have worked. Not with Yuy. He walks to the guy, plants himself in front of him and crosses his arms on his chest. “I asked you a question, Agent Samuels. Did you hear it ?” “Yes, sir.” “Then why don’t you answer it ?” “I have nothing to share with the class, sir.” “In that case why do you talk while I am talking ?” Silence falls. Yuy glares at Samuels. “Get out.” We all stare at our trainer. He is not joking. Samuels tries to protest, but Yuy doesn’t want to hear it. “I said get out”, he repeats. “You’ve just managed to be the first one thrown out of this training. Congratulations.” I gulp. Well, Anna and Marco were not joking when they said it got harder every day. **** Just as Samuels get out, Maxwell bounds into the room with a grin. “You’re late”, Yuy says without turning around while Maxwell takes off his shoes and goes to kneel on the mat next to Winner who didn’t move an inch during the confrontation. “Correction”, Maxwell answers. “I am fashionably late. This is not an invitation for you to do it”, he adds for us. Yuy shoots him a glare and he just winks back before settling down. “Who got thrown out already ?”, he asks, noticing, I don’t know how, that someone is missing. “Samuels”, Winner answers. “I’ll tell you later. Heero ?” “Thanks”, Yuy says. “As I was saying before being interrupted, this class is mostly designed to perfect the skills you learnt at the Academy. Those of you who are not ready to kill with their bare hands can be excused now.” No one moves. “Good. Quatre ?” Winner gets up in a fluid movement and moves to the center of the mat. Yuy looks at us with a strange look in his eyes. “I need a volunteer to attack Captain Winner.” I think I might have been gaping. I mean come on, who would want to hit that guy ? He looks so sweet and all … and yeah, I know, he was a Gundam Pilot, and God knows he’s got enough muscles to look damn good in that suit, but still … it doesn’t feel right, a bit like kicking a kitten, if you know what I mean. Of course, one of those that I name the Big Bullies raises his hand. “I’ll do it.” “Step on the mat, Agent Carson. Everyone please form a circle and observe their movements very closely.” We obey to the order and I somehow find Maxwell standing next to me. No, I’m not getting redder because he’s so close I can smell his after-shave. Or just a little bit. I look at the two at the center of the circle. Carson is twice as big as Winner, and a good three inches taller. Compared to our frail-looking captain, he is a mountain. “God, he’s going to kill him”, I can’t help saying in a whisper. Damn all the Gundam Pilots for having such good hearing. “That’s for sure”, Maxwell answers. “But the question is, who’s gonna kill who ?” Winner stands proudly at the center of the circle. He puts his hands on his hips and smiles sweetly at Carson. “If you surrender now, I won’t hurt you”, he says. One point for him, he’s got guts. Carson looks puzzled, but takes on a combat stance. Winner doesn’t move. I don’t really get what happens right after. One second, Carson was rushing at Winner, ready to strike. The next, he was on the floor trying to catch his breath. “Hey, don’t overdo it, I don’t want to hurt you”, Winner says. This seems to be the last straw for Carson. He just jumps Winner, fists raised. I hear a sickening crack and I wince. For a moment, I was almost sure that it was my arm who got broken. Man, that must hurt. Winner is kneeling next to Carson, examining the wound. Open fracture. Ouch. “I’m sorry”, he says. “I told you not to overdo it. I didn’t want it to end that way.” “I’d hate to see what happens when he does intend it to end that way”, Pete whispers in my ear. “I don’t want to know”, I grumble back. “And I think you don’t want to know either, unless you’re on his side when it happens. Carson gets out to the hospital wing to get examined. I doubt we’ll see him again here. Half an hour of class and we already lost two recruits. Winner gets up and looks at us with an apologetic smile on his face. “Don’t get mad at me”, he says. “I usually don’t break people’s arms as a welcome, but getting jumped tends to get a strong reaction from me.” He goes to stand near Maxwell. Note to self : never piss off that guy unless I am sure that I can outrun him. No, in fact, never piss off that guy at all. He is scary. Yuy gets back to the center of the circle. “Carson made the one mistake that could cost you your life”, he says very seriously. “The one mistake that you should never make. The mistake that you’ll never forgive yourself. What is it?” We stay silent. I am far too choked by everything I saw to answer. Yuy keeps on. “You never underestimate an enemy. Never. As long as you don’t know about him, you have to assume that he can take you down, and that you have to give your best to be better than him. If I had asked someone to attack me, you would all have pretended to be in another room, because I look dangerous. Right ?” I nod in spite of myself. That’s true. It would be mad of us to pretend we can take him down. But I get the point. Yes, Winner looks just downright innocent, a lot younger than his actual age and not at all dangerous. But my first impression still stands. I was a bit scared by him, and I feel not far from terrified now, and yet … I know I don’t have to feel that way. That guy is on my side. Right. But he was on Carson’s side too, theoretically. Not that I complain about that guy being gone. I could almost swear they did it on purpose and not only to prove their point. But in a way, Carson had it comin’. It’s about damn time someone kicked his ass. Especially someone he spends his time calling girly and effeminate and sissy. “On another note”, Winner says, walking to Yuy, “I do not particularly enjoy killing or maiming fellow human beings. In fact I hate it. But it doesn’t mean I don’t know how to. This could be true of anyone you come across during an inquiry. So don’t forget it.” Small silence. “Good. Let’s get you paired up and we’ll practice basic moves”, Yuy says. “And be careful, I don’t want any other injuries today.”
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