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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 # 6
Vignette #6 - Nothing To See “They’re late, no ?” “Why are we still waiting for them ?” “What, you wanna see what they’ll do to you if you don’t wait ?” “Aren’t they late ?” I don’t say anything, but I think no less. This is our first infiltration and stealth class, and none of our instructors have arrived yet. We’re in the gym, in training suits. We spent the morning doing obstacle races with Chang. We found another of those little notes in the locker room asking us to be in the gym at 3 PM sharp. And we’ve been waiting for ten minutes now. “Psst, Minako, you know what’s going on ?”, Pete asks me. I sigh and roll my eyes. “And how would I know that, dickhead ? I’m trainee too, hello !” “Well, Maxwell was chummy with you last time, so I just wonder …” I whack his head. Hard. Because no one is allowed to make fun of my fantasies apart from me. “He wasn’t being ‘chummy’ with me, dumbass ! I was ridiculous in front of everyone because I couldn’t even answer his questions”, I fume. “Now, Minako, you know it’s not true”, Dinha says in that let’s-not-piss-Minako-off tone that she mastered ever since grade school. Yes I am a bit temperamental. Okay, a lot temperamental. So sue me. “He congratulated you, it’s gotta mean somethin’, right ?”, she says. “But, I kinda agree with the gal, dude”, she adds for Pete. “You’re a dumbass !” “Hey, I just thought …” “Well you thought wrong ! What makes you think a guy like him would like me anyway ?”, I huff. Dinah smirks. “It’s just that if you manage to snatch Maxwell, it means he could have a chance with Yuy, hey, Pete ?” Pete blushes. A lot. I can’t remember seeing a guy that red before. “Absolutely not !” “Well, anyway, I don’t see how he could get a guy when the only sight of him makes him go green”, I smirk. “Come back to Earth, sweetie, that guy’s not for you !” “Yeah, you should settle on drooling like us”, Dinah says. “Nice, and less hazardous to your health.” “Won’t help me get laid”, Pete groans. **** Another five minutes, and the only new addition in the gym is some guy from the maintenance team with his material. He begins to empty some of the bins in the far corner of the gym. “It’s not really polite from them, to let us wait here like that”, a guy named Evans begins to say. “We worked our asses off to get accepted, and they can’t even be punctual !” We all jump when the maintenance guy lets one of the bins fall on the floor in a loud clank. We all turn to look at him and he raises his hand in an apologetic gesture before going back to his task. “Ch ! Can’t they find another time to do that ?”, Evans keeps on. “We’re supposed to have a class right now, and they send someone to empty the bins ! And looks like he can’t even do it right !” I shoot a look at the maintenance guy. If I’ve learned one thing, it’s that you never, ever piss off the maintenance staff, because they are supposed to be here to make your life easy. So unless you want them to boycott your office and see it end up as a local illegal dumping … I mean, those guys keep our trash out, so they deserve respect, especially since this is the job none of us want to have to do. “Just shut up, Evans”, I snarl. “If you don’t like the way he does it, why don’t you go show him how it’s supposed to be done ? I’m sure a big guy like you knows how to empty that kind of things, ne ?” “What’s that supposed to mean, Isozaki ?”, he snaps. “That you’re the filthiest piece of trash I ever saw ! Now just shut up, or I could lose patience and mop the floor with your ugly face !” “Like you would !” “If I were you, man, I would not try her”, Dinah says nonchalantly. “If she says she’ll mop the floor with you, she’ll do it. Not that you don’t deserve it. That guy’s just doing his job, so leave him alone !” We hear a soft chuckle come from above, and all look up. Maxwell is perched on one of the iron railings that support the ceiling. And he’s laughing his ass off. When we look down again, the maintenance guy has left a bin abandoned on the floor and is coming towards us. He takes off his cap … and reveals that he is none other than Trowa Barton. Evans is very pale all of a sudden. **** “That was so fuckin’ hilarious !”, Maxwell gloats, hanging upside down from the railing. “Don’tcha think, Tro ?” “I’m ecstatic”, Barton answers, stopping in front of us. He stays silent for a minute, just watching us with those impossibly green eyes, his face blank. I feel myself beginning to grow nervous. “If that had been a test, you would all have failed it”, he finally says. “Agent Evans, you know where the door is.” “But …”, Evans protest weakly. “People who consider other people shit because they empty trash cans for a job do not belong in the same room as me”, Barton says impassively. “Get out before I decide to throw you out. As you can see, I have got some practice at throwing trash out.” Evans becomes positively white and gets out fast. Very fast. Barton faces us again. “Captain Maxwell and myself used two different techniques to get into the gym without being noticed. Both of them worked very effectively since none of you detected our presence before we decided to make ourselves known.” The only thing I can think about right now is that I made a fool of myself again. First I flew to Barton’s rescue when he really didn’t need it, then I threatened a guy where Maxwell could hear me. “Duo ?” Maxwell suddenly lets go of the beam he was hanging onto and drops to the floor, landing in a low crouch, before straightening up. “Hi, class ! Honestly, you really sucked this afternoon. Well … most of you anyway”, he adds, throwing a quick glance to me. I could swear that he winked at me and Dinah. “Alright, so like Tro was saying a minute ago, I used stealth to get in here unnoticed. It means that I was able to move silently, rapidly, and to make myself scarce enough that you would not think about looking at where I was holed up. This is a talent you will have to acquire for hit-and-run missions, although I doubt anyone will ever achieve my level, but you’ve got potential.” He shoots a look at Barton. “I used one of the main techniques of infiltration”, Barton says. “While we’re at it, can anyone tell me how come no one recognized me after I spent ten minutes in the same room as you without hiding myself, and even doing my best to get noticed ?” So he dropped the bin on purpose, so that we would look at him. I did, like everyone else, and I was unable to recognize a guy I had seen up close a few days before. And I know why. I raise my hand. “Agent Isozaki ?” I take a deep breath. “We were expecting to see our trainer, and all we saw was some maintenance guy. Someone that had every reason to be here, and that we couldn’t suspect, because he was just doing his job.” “Exactly. One of my friends once told me that in the desert, you always notice a man that wears sand-colored clothes before you notice a camel. You have to learn to become a camel. Maintenance team are merely parts of the wall in a big organization like here. You see them every day, everywhere, but you never look at them twice. You forget their faces very easily. You don’t question them. Infiltration requires an ability at acting, role playing, and most of all of melting in your surrounding. You must learn to belong in a crowd so that you will not stand out. Your presence must be natural and justified.” He stops for a moment. “I am not going to lie, just a small number among you will make good infiltrators, and only those of you I deem able will take this class. Those of you who do not make it here will not be thrown out of the training, just redirected in other areas that may be best suited to their talents.” “Stealth is a requirement”, Maxwell cuts in. “No one is allowed to drop it. Sorry, guys and gals, you’re stuck with me for the whole duration of that training !” He looks around at us. “Okay, we’ll make two groups. First group with me for ninety minutes, second group with Captain Barton. We switch then. My group, go get your climbing gear, please, we’re getting out !” I am in that group, so I begin to make my way back to the locker room. I just hear Maxwell laugh again before I enter the room. “Gee, Hee-chan’s gonna owe me those ten bucks ! Four days and already five out, and you can bet Cat is gonna throw at least three out of Strategics, and Wu two out of Martial Arts ! I’m gonna be rich, man !” ~ * ~
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