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"Thirty One Days "Written By: The Plotting Housewife Disclaimer: Gundam Wing belongs to Bandai, Sotsu
and associated Parties. This work is written for pleasure not profit. Rating: NC 17 Warnings: drabbles, Thirty One Days of Drabbles,
Three Paragraph Fics, drabble challenge Pairings: Trowa Barton, Duo Maxwell, Heero Yuy, Quatre Raberba Winner, Chang Wufei Summary: A challenge of three paragraph drabbles for thirty one days. Tags will be added when new drabbles are posted and rating may be subject to change. Notes: This is something I will probably also
expand on since I obviously can’t give it enough credence in
three paragraphs. I know it’s somewhat similar to Incendiary,
but not quite the same and it’ll probably be a one, or two-shot.
We’ll see. Also, Quat’s not the strategist for nothin’.
~_^ "Thirty One Days " Chapter 20: Mobilization When they came for him, it was violent. Like a freight train, they plowed through his office door, the shouts and clicks of weapons being cocked were loud in the limited space of the room. He’d gone for his own, that instant of fight, or flight reaction before his rational mind assessed the situation. Okay, Quatre. This isn’t going to work. You’ll end up with more holes in your body than Swiss cheese before you can get past them. He laid his gun down on top of the desk and locked his fingers behind his head. The armed men, clad in black uniforms and vests, their heads covered with helmets and visors, circled around the the desk and seized him by the arm. He raised his eyes to the ceiling, remaining still as he was frisked, knowing they would find the other firearm that was secured in its holster around his calf. They pulled the weapon free and handed it to the sergeant for confiscation along with the Glock on his desk. The rifle and shotgun that stood behind the door were also taken into custody. “Mr. Winner, you are under arrest for suspicion of being a Newtype,” the sergeant informed him. He snorted derisively. No shit. The seizing of Newtypes had spread from the earth into the colonies and Quatre knew it was only a matter of time before their intel found its way to him. He didn’t put up a fight as he was cuffed and pushed through his office door and down the hallway. He ordered his secretary to call his lawyers as well as Mr. Barton when he was manhandled past her desk and out the door to the armored truck that waited outside. ERIS, Earth Resistance International Supremacy was the usurping militant regime that had forced the abdication of the President of the Earth Sphere Unified Nations and subsequently dissolved the organization. And ERIS’s first call to action was to “recruit” Newtypes for their advanced weapons’ program. Quatre could only hope the protocol that he’d put into place in preparation of this seizure would go according to plan.
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